Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“I guess it would be cool,” I respond, “if I wasn’t turning down the part.”
“Why would you turn down—” Her voice halts the second I drop my pants.
“Everything okay?” Chuckling at the tantalizing blush on her cheeks, I slowly slip into my swim trunks, tugging at the material when it snags over my growing erection.
“You have no shame,” she grumbles, openly staring at my cock.
“Nope.” I tighten the drawstring and step toward her. “Now can we please get in that hot tub and finish what we started on the jet?”
21
Maggie
I have never been so excited to be naked before. Well, not fully naked. I’m wearing this indecent string bikini as I lower my body into the bubbling water, and Ben has his trunks on as he joins me. But we don’t need to be naked for me to know we’re about to have wild, sweaty, hot tub sex. I honestly can’t wait. Since I met Ben, I’ve had sex in more new places than I can count: the shower, the kitchen counter, the living room floor, a private jet. Might as well add hot tub to the growing list.
“I want to tear that bikini off with my teeth.”
“What?” I shiver despite the near-boiling water lapping against my body.
Ben shoots me an endearing smile. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Yup.”
“Can’t fault a guy for being honest.”
I shift so that one of the jets presses directly against my tailbone, and my muscles turn to jelly as the pressure slowly massages my skin. Overhead, a spatter of bright stars lights up the clear night sky. I tilt my head to take in the gorgeous view, breathing in the scent of salt and earth.
This is nice. I hadn’t wanted it to be nice, but it is. I haven’t taken a vacation in…well, I’ve never taken a vacation. The strange rush of relaxation coursing through me feels completely foreign.
“You’re too far away,” Ben complains.
With a roll of my eyes, I scoot over so we’re side by side. Arm touching arm. Thigh against thigh.
He instantly drapes one wet arm around my bare shoulders and slides his hand to give one of my boobs a firm squeeze. “Much better.” He slants his head and shoots me a mischievous look. “Wanna make out?”
I laugh. “Sure. Maybe afterwards we could go to the malt shop and share a milkshake with two straws.”
He doesn’t seem to mind my teasing. If anything, his grin only widens and, as usual, he wastes no time covering my mouth with his.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to this man’s kisses. They’re long and intoxicating. Hurried. Rough. Taking it slow? I doubt he knows what that means. Oh no. His lips and tongue simply take what they want without permission.
Not that I mind. His hungry claim of my mouth steals the breath from my lungs and makes my chest constrict with burning need. Each hot, toe-curling kiss ends with a gasp from me and a groan from him, until I’m squirming in the warm water eddying around me.
Pulling back, Ben nips playfully at my earlobe. “Why do you still have that bikini on?”
“I’m waiting for you to tear it off with your teeth, remember?”
“Is that a challenge?”
“More like a dare.”
“I like the way you think, Red.”
Water splashes over the edge of the hot tub as Ben moves in front of me. He rests on his knees, his chiseled torso disappearing into the water with a splash of clear bubbles. “I’ll begin with your bottoms,” he says, his voice professional and matter-of-fact.
The last thing I see before he ducks under the water is the dirty grin on his face. I jump when his mouth latches onto my hip and tugs at the strings holding my bottoms together. His teeth graze my skin. He tugs again and then one half of the triangle comes loose.
Ben surfaces, wiping droplets off his handsome face. His expression is weirdly grim. “I’m sorry to inform you that I couldn’t save the knot to the right of your hip, Ms. Reilly. I have high hopes for the left one, however.”
I choke back a laugh as he submerges again, and then shiver when he unties the other side. The bikini bottoms float to the surface at the same time as my mischievous movie star.
“Couldn’t save the left one either. It’s gone,” he says, pointing to the shiny green material as a current of water carries it away to the other side of the rock pool.
“You’re a sad excuse for a doctor,” I say with mock anger.
“That’s what the producers at General Hospital said before they fired me,” he answers with a rueful smile. “I couldn’t pronounce chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy.”
“What on earth is that?”
“To this day I still don’t know. But I sure as fuck know how to say it now.” He winks and then lowers his gaze to my boobs, which are still covered. “I should take care of that.”