Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Interesting,” Cameron deadpans. “Let me take a look.”
I continue to cling to him, licking the saltiness from his tattoos and the sinew of his neck while he moves across the room. He kneels and flips open the top of my suitcase, stopping to shudder through a moan when I bite him lightly. “Dean is right about one thing. You’re a fucking distraction. A very beautiful, very sexy one.”
“Do you want me to get down?”
“Hell no.” I smile into his neck, listening to the crinkle of plastic behind me as Cameron unearths the bathing suit. “My God, I owe you one, Molly.”
Curious, I turn and glance behind me, finding a couple of interconnected silver strings dangling from Cameron’s long index finger. “Oh.”
“Oh yeah.”
With an impish grin, I slide off his lap, plucking the silver bathing suit up as I go. “I’ll go put this on in the bathroom and meet you outside.”
Cameron stands, the hunger stark in his gaze. “Hurry, angel.”
“I will.”
A few minutes later, I look in the mirror and barely recognize the bedroom-eyed, tangle-haired blonde staring back at me. I’m in a silver micro bikini that covers almost nothing at all. My nipples and the seam of my sex are hidden beneath the shiny fabric, but there is not a lot left to the imagination. And I like this version of me, just as much as I like the girl who hunkers down in a blanket and reads, hiding if someone rings my doorbell.
The three-day time limit is an escape hatch giving me the ultimate chance to tap into the hunger I’ve been ignoring so long. Without shame.
There’s a buzzing sound and I realize it’s my phone vibrating in the pocket of my dress. Bending down to get it, I straighten with a smile when I see a text on the screen from Molly. Send me a pic of you in that bikini, girl. Need a visual.
“Good timing,” I murmur, snapping a picture of my reflection in the mirror.
Several lines of emoji flames come back within seconds.
And so I’m smiling to myself on my way into the living room, my intention to continue straight to the pool where Cameron is waiting. But Dean steps into my path before I can make it out of the hallway, his starved eyes tracking down to my barely covered nipples, then down to the little strip running down the center of my most intimate flesh. “You trying to make me come in my pants for the second time today?”
“I didn’t pick this out. Molly did.”
“God bless Molly.” He steps closer, wrapping my hair in a fist and turning me around, the heat of his attention incinerating the curve of my butt. “Might as well wear nothing at all, huh?” Dean hisses through his teeth. “You think you’re going to walk back in here a virgin if you go out there wearing that thing?”
“I have incredible willpower,” I say, breathless from his manhandling. “Otherwise, you’d have taken it from me six years ago.”
He swats my ass hard with his free hand. “Been aching for it ever since, haven’t I?”
All I can do is whimper, moisture spreading on the string between my thighs. This is who I am, isn’t it? I’ve been repressing a lot of my wilder fantasies, but they unfurl now, refusing to be kept hidden. I like Dean’s high-handed attitude. I like his spanking.
“Remember who your Daddy is while you’re out there.”
“I will.”
Dean lets me go with a grating curse, but I can feel his eyes on me the whole way through the living room, as I step over the threshold of the sliding glass door…
Where I enter another world.
There are tiki torches lit around the edges of the pool, which glows like a blue jewel under the dark night sky. Cameron sits on the edge of a lounge chair, waiting, his hands folded loosely between his knees. But he stands slowly when I emerge, his chest shuddering up and down when he sees me.
“Holy shit,” I hear him breathe.
I go to him, carried by the magical atmosphere of the evening. The gentle coconut breeze and the rushing sound of ocean waves just below.
When I stop in front of Cameron, his arousal is already tenting the front of his swim shorts, his eyes pitch black. Blacker than the sky. He was always the darker of the two men. Mysterious, where Dean holds nothing back.
“I can’t believe this is real,” he says thickly. “I’m allowed to…touch your body, if I want to. No one is going to stop me. I’m not going to be served with divorce papers.”
“Your wife asked me for a selfie in this bathing suit,” I say, putting my arms around his neck and swaying against his body, letting the breeze stroke my hair. “She sent back fire emojis, so we’re definitely good to...”