TEMPORARY BLISS

1

Anaïs's POV

I had a date at the beach with my best friend, Katia. I decided to take a seat in the beach bar. As I was waiting for her, I ordered a pina colada from the cute bartender. He had curly black hair, and his white shirt that was open in the front; unveiled his dark brown chest. I tried to be on my best behavior and not let my eyes wander to his perfect V shape, which would have led my eyes down to his shorts. I just smiled at him, it was my thank you for the juicy delicious drink that he just made me. I left him there smiling like a goof. I sat under the shades in my beach gown and straw hat.

I was looking at people and studying and learning about them; it's a hobby of mine and helps me in my job.

It's fun to make up stories about their lives.

Not too far away from me was this big, muscular guy, his body full of tattoos; his head was bald and also covered with them; there was no space left without ink on his body.

He was flexing, making swans with his forearms, showing his, size of my head huge biceps. He wanted attention for himself, acting buff and making odd voices. I side-eyed him; he disgusted me, and I made a fake gag.

Too much nonsense about nothing.

As I was thinking, staring into the horizon, I suddenly noticed this man smiling at me.

He was walking barefoot in the sand, taking strong, long steps with his feet, and with water dripping from his body as he probably just came from swimming. He had ink too, but only as a spice, on his right shoulder, and a red rose on his forearm.

I was talking silently to myself. "Sweet Mary, he's HOT!"

He wasn't bad-looking at all. I turned my head slightly to my right and side-eyed him. I made observations and drooled at him secretly, hoping that he couldn't figure out that I was very much eyeing him at the moment. I played with my straw, biting on it and closing my lips around it, sucking that cold sweet pineapple and coconut mix into my mouth; he laughed to himself and shook his head from side to side, which let his quiff cut black hair lose the water.

I made an audible gulp. "He's soo sexy." I whispered to myself and sucked more pina colada with the straw into my mouth.

I had to pull my eyes off of him as my friend, Katia, finally arrived.

"Running late?" I teased her.

"What are you wearing? Craving for unwanted attention?"

She wore the skimpiest red thongs that I have seen with a leopard pattern bikini top.

"Ugh, laundry day. At least I'm getting some kind of attention; it's been too quiet for too long," she looked around her to see if anyone spended any attention to her at all. "I know these are almost see-through, but they can't, can they?"

I just laughed; I couldn't believe my ears.

"Well, with those non-existent thongs, you're certainly getting it; all eyes are on you." I nod my head to the left and front viewers.

"I don't think so." Katia said in disbelief.

Katia had a unique style; she looked like a fairy. She was kind and fun, a little bit shy, and definitely not forward. She waited for a man to come to her; she wouldn't be making the first move.

I gave a laugh; "You can just pick one of them droolers and just smile at him and wait for him to come for you."

I finished my drink, and we walked on the sand, finding just the perfect spot. Away from families with children, and definitely far, far away from the tattooed flexing jerk.

I laid down on my towel, stripped my gown off, adjusted my chocolate-brown bikini set, and sat down.

I could feel my skin shiver and I looked around myself. I found a pair of dark eyes watching me gazing, intensively.

There was this smiling man again, and he grinned at me, smiling widely from cheek to cheek.

I had to look behind myself to see if there was any other woman that he would be looking at, but there was just an old man.

I rested my chin against my shoulder and looked at Katia, who was lying on her stomach. She had brought a book and was reading it

"So, how's your book doing?" She suddenly asked.

I had to gather my thoughts for a minute before I answered. "Not good; I don't have enough imagination."

"You'll need inspiration!" she said.

She had a point there. How could I write a romance novel if there wasn't any action in my own life?

"How long is it when you last uh-uh?"

She raised her eyebrows at me; she didn't thankfully finish her question, and she was subtle with it.

"Is it too long if I can't remember?"

I whispered to her, leaning down on my other elbow.

"YES!!" She shouted in shock, and everyone near us looked our way.

"Hush, Katia. I simply haven't had an urge or time for that either." I lifted my eyes momentarily away from Katia and saw that gorgeous man again; he was chewing his bottom lip. Ahuh, I don't know if it's the sun or what, but I was melting off like snow in springtime.

I smiled; his eyes lit up. "Could it be so easy?" I talked my mind out loud and tilted my head to my other shoulder, pondering the idea of having mind-blowing sex with him without any attachment or relationship crab.

"What are you talking about?" Katia asked.

"What if I just hit someone and get that much-needed inspiration?" I bit my bottom lip and stared at him in my huntress mode.

Katia lifted her head up away from her book and looked at me with her mouth open. "Oh, like right now?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, there is a very handsome man near the bay of water, and he's been smiling for me for some time now."

As Katia lays on her stomach, she tries to turn her head around to see him.

"Don't look!" I hasten to hush her up.

"Then he knows we are talking about him."

"Would that be a bad thing?" she just can't see it.

"Well, I don't want him to become too cocky of himself." I rolled my eyes at her, isn't it obvious.

"Oh, yeah..!! No. Sorry, I don't get it." Sometimes she's not the smartest person.

"Okay, I'm going to go talk to him" I took off my hat and crunched my curls with my hand.

"Good luck!" She said and leaned her chin into the heel of her palm.

I stood up from my towel and walked slowly over to this man, staring at him at the same time.

He had dark brown hair and thick stubble, piercing, all-consuming eyes, and it felt like he was burning a hole through my body.

"Hi!" I had to lift my hand above my eyes as the sun was shining right into them, blocking my sight of him.

Daxon's pov

"Hey!"

Wow, she looks even sexier up close, with her tanned, curvy body and those brown bikinis hugging her firm breasts. She's much shorter than I thought, when I watched her from a distance. My eyes followed the line of her long and slender neck, as she had to lift her chin up to look at my face. "I saw you smiling at me."

"No, you smiled at me." I showed her my whites, grinning. The moment I stepped out of the ocean and saw her biting that straw between her teeth, I couldn't take my eyes off of her; she was a stunner.

She had sucked on that colada of hers with her hollowed cheeks, and all I could think was if that straw was my junk.

Then I could see that she was eyeing me; I knew I had to do something, but now she's here.

"Would you like to meet me someday, like Thursday?"

"Thursday? Why not."

"Good. Here's my address, and you can come over, at 8 o'clock? Or is it too late at 6 o'clock? You can choose; I'm home anyway."

What is she up to? "Eight is fine by me."

"So, is it okay if we keep this strictly physical, like sex for an hour?"

"What a …" is she some crazy chick or what is going on? Either that or this is a prank of some sort; no woman in this world would want just sex.

"Yeah a sexdate, well not a date but you get the picture, right?"

"A—huh?!" What the hell is happening here—she hits me for a planned sex date?

"I'm Anaïs, by the way."

"Dax." I have to see this through; is she for real?

"So we see Thursday at eight?"

"I guess that's the plan.."

"Have a good day, bye."

Anaïs's pov

I walked back to Katia and sat down on the towel.

"What did you say to him—he looks shocked?"

I turned my head towards him, and he was pondering, eyeing his surroundings brushing his hand through his hair.

If he would show up, I would be able to lick those abs of his. I sighed and laid down on my back. "I invited him to my place on Thursday to have some sex."

"Are you INSANE !!! He could be some sort of serial killer."

"Hush! I don't think so. He didn't seem like a shady kind of guy."

"I have always thought that the silent ones are the worst."

"Well, let's see if he is ever going to be there. He was a little stunned, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, he doesn't get what hit him!"

We were giggling like teenagers, making boys' heads roll without any idea why we were laughing at them.

"I'll call you at the end of the week then." I told her.

"I'll answer if I'm not busy."

With that, we continued sunbathing.

Thursday

It was already Thursday. I was pondering and walking back and forth in my living room, thinking about what I had done.

I was regretting inviting him over, or maybe I was just nervous.

Was I really this desperate? I sat in front of my computer, but nothing—not a single word I got on a blank page—the cursor just blinked at me, mocking me.

I have to call Katia because I'm having second thoughts.

PHONE CONVERSATION

'Hello stranger.' she answered in the phone.

'Could you tell me what I was thinking when I asked him to come over?'

'Oh, you mean the sex date with that hunk from the beach?'

I let out a groan. Katia called it a sexdate.

'Oh god, I might lose my mind!'

'It could be that he's not coming. Try to relax. Take a glass of wine.'

'I presume he is; what would it do to my self-esteem if he wasn't?'

'You're a hot, sensual, young woman! He loses if he's not coming.'

'Since when has 29 been young? Anyway, thanks, Katia.

What are you doing tonight?'

'My bath is running over as we speak, so I've got to go.'

'K, thank you; I needed this.'

'Any time. Bye.'

'Bye.'

My whole body prickles. I looked at the time; it was almost eight. I couldn't sit still. So I started walking again, back and forth.

I selected some music from my music app to play; music relaxes me and gives me some focus on things. I started to relax.

I heard a silent knock from my front door.

I took a deep breath and walked to it. I could see a tall man standing behind it. I took one last breath and opened the door, smiling. "Hi, come in."

He was standing there like a lost puppy; he had shown up at least. He looked like one of those bad boys with his cut-off light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and brown leather jacket.

Shit, I cannot be sure; he might be a bad boy.

He walked past me; his scent was mystical—oud wood and some berries. I wasn't so nervous anymore. It filled my senses.

I closed the door after him and leaned my back against it.

"Hey. You look beautiful," he said, eyeing me from head to toe.

Daxon's pov

I wasn't lying. She wore this light brown, tight dress that hugged her curves just the right way. She was standing there barefoot, checking me out from head to toe.

"Thank you. You don't look too bad either. I love your musk. Can I come closer to you to sniff?"

"Umm..sure. Why not." I was a little taken back. Does she belong to some underground cult, and soon she will be savagely attacking me and sacrificing me for some mystical cause?

My imagination ran wild.

This woman is so brave—braver than I am. She goes straight to business. Why am I so nervous?

She came closer and tiptoed, reaching her nose under my throat. She inhaled my scent with a deep breath. Her nose brushed my neck, it made me shiver.

I dipped my head and breathed in her scent.

Her scent of flowers with a hint of vanilla in the most fresh way is driving my mind wild. I want to touch her sensually curved neck.

I lifted my hand and brushed Anaïs's hair behind her ear. She leaned her body closer and shigh parting her lips as I caressed her neck with mine.

"Ooh," she moaned slightly after I touched her neck with my lips.

"Are you alright with this?"

"Most definitely. More, please."

She lifted her hands behind my neck, and I kept caressing the crook of Anaïs's neck with my stubble and nose.

I moved my hand to the small of her back, supporting her head with another while my fingers tangled in her hair.

She tilted her head back, I moved my mouth down on her upper chest. Sliding my tongue along her collarbone.

"Mmmhmm," She tastes so nice; her moaning wakes up my beast, it's harder after every moan.

"God, I want you. Are you.." she tries to ask me something with a shaky breath of hers.

"Am I what?"

"Do you want to?"

I stared at her stunned, unable to continue, it was going smoothly and then she started to stutter.

She was balling the collars of my leather jacket, and suddenly she pulled me closer to her lips from them.

As our mouths crashed together, we both tried to dominate the kiss.

I dipped my tongue in between her gaping lips, exploring her mouth, and groaned low.

She gently pushed me away from my chest and took my hand in hers. She walked before me to the stairs. "Come with me."

My adam's apple was bobbing up and down as I swallowed hard.

She looked at me flirtatiously over her shoulder and led me into her bedroom.