The Teacher's Billionaire

memories.
    “We’re going to a tiny beach near Black Point,” Dylan answered, referring to a private and very exclusive beach club. “It isn’t part of the club. I don’t think anybody ever goes there. I stumbled on it accidentally one day.”
    After parking in an empty corner of the Black Point lot, Dylan got out and opened Callie’s door as he had the night before. Unable to do anything else, she accepted his outstretched hand.
    After a short argument over whether or not she could carry her own things to the beach, an argument which she lost, they lapsed into silence.
    Breaking through a natural barrier of tall grass and reeds, Dylan stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What do you think? Will it do?”
    Although no larger than the postage stamp sized backyard she had growing up, Callie loved the beach. The sand was smooth and free of any debris. Dense overgrown grass and reeds provided ample privacy from the parking lot, and the view of the water was fantastic.
    “Absolutely.”
    After spreading out a large blanket on the ground, Callie removed the denim shorts and t-shirt she’d worn over her bathing suit. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen from her bag, she quickly covered her arms, legs, face and as much of her back as she could reach.
    She’d been about to ask Dylan if he wanted to borrow some sunscreen when he pulled his t-shirt off. The second his shirt hit the sand she made a valiant effort not to stare and ogle. She honestly did. But how could she not? Any woman in her position would. She just hoped her tongue wasn’t hanging out.
    She’d already known he was in good shape. She could tell by the way his clothes fit him. Still, she hadn’t been prepared for the view she had now.
    Obviously Mr. CEO doesn’t spend all his time in the office.
Callie just couldn’t look away.
    Dylan’s shoulders were wide, but his torso narrowed to a lean waist. With an incredibly developed chest and six-pack, she could imagine him doing underwear ads. A set of powerful legs completed the package.
    After spreading a blanket alongside hers, Dylan dropped down next to her. “Mind if I borrow some of that?” he asked pointing to the bottle of sunscreen.
    “I thought you said you came prepared for anything?” Callie teased him before handing him the bottle.
    “Don’t tell anyone. It would ruin my image.”
    “My lips are sealed.”
    Though she knew that she should pull out her book and read, Callie watched as he spread sunscreen across his skin. And she couldn’t help but wish her hands were the ones moving across his shoulders and chest. At one point she even had to catch herself from asking him if he wanted her to do his back for him. Luckily her common sense stepped in right on time.
    What the heck is wrong with me, she wondered burying her nose in her book. Did I really almost ask him if he needed help putting on sunscreen?
    She hardly knew him. How could she even consider doing something so personal for a stranger?
    “Did you get your back?” he asked as if reading her mind.
    “Uh...not completely. But it’s good enough.”
    Dylan moved a little closer. “Lean forward. I’ll get it for you.” Without waiting for a response he squeezed sunscreen into his hand. “Don’t want you to get burned.”
    I’d rather get burned by the sun than you.
Callie wasn’t sure her body could handle having his hands on it. “Really it’s no big...”
    “I think you like arguing with me.” Dylan positioned himself behind her. “Do you really want a sunburn? I promise I won’t bite.”
    Reluctantly, Callie leaned forward so that he would have easy access to her back and shoulders. The minute his hands glided across her skin, it felt as if it was on fire. His hands were much rougher than she’d expected. She could actually feel a few callouses.
    Wonder how he got those
. Not from sitting behind his desk all day. Perhaps at the gym, he obviously spent plenty of time there.
    Slowly his hands moved from her shoulders and down her spine. The intimate contact was sweet torture. She found herself longing for a quick dip in the ocean to cool her skin. She could just picture herself jumping in and steam rising up around her like it did when a blacksmith dropped a piece of red hot iron in cold water to cool it. The image made her laugh before she could stop herself.
    “What’s so funny?” Dylan asked. His voice contained a hint of amusement and his accent sounded more pronounced than usual.
    “Nothing. You just