Page 35 of I see you Beauty

At least she has forgiven her father and is enjoying a lovely evening with him. This makes me happy and helps me reconsider my anger toward him. After all, we are a family, and we have a child. Even though June is almost an adult, it would put a lot of strain on her if her father and I were to split up. Oh, damn it!

I don’t know what to do, but since I don’t have to decide this today or tomorrow—after all, June is still with us over the weekend—I postpone this problem and all thoughts about it until Monday. And if the two of them are going to have a lovely evening, I’ll do the same—with a bottle of wine in my hot tub.

After putting on my black bikini, I go to the hot tub behind the house, armed with a bottle, a glass, a towel, and my cell phone. Once there, I turn on the fairy lights I’ve hung on the reed wall. The wall offers privacy, ensuring I’m undisturbed.

The bluish light beneath the water creates a soothing ambiance, casting a gentle glow in the dark. I love sitting here late in the evening, letting the jets work their relaxing magic.

My phone plays some calming music, which I set on the dark wood before pouring myself a glass of wine and stepping into the pool. The water feels heavenly, and I happily settle in. Relaxed and smiling gently, I lean back and enjoy the jets on my back, melting away all my tension.

I’m now on my third glass and feel good at this moment. I don’t think about anything and just let my mind wander. Being slightly drunk is exactly what I need right now—not thinking about anything, not worrying, not looking for solutions, just switching off and enjoying myself.

“Hello, Beauty.” I hear an unexpected whisper close behind me, and I am scared half to death.

“Good God!” I gasp and turn to face him.

Ezra is standing by the pool, grinning rakishly and looking at me with a tilted head.

“Ezra will do,” he jokes, making me laugh—stupid idiot.

“What are you doing here?” I ask him, looking around cautiously, because we’re here in my garden, and my husband and daughter could come home any minute.

“I heard the music and thought I’d check on you,” he replies, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to grin before unexpectedly reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head.

“You’ve checked on me, so why are you losing the shirt?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he replies, pulling off his pants.

“Ezra, you can’t do that! My husband and June could come home any minute!” I tell him sternly but in a lowered voice. After all, I don’t want anyone to hear us.

But I don’t get more than a sexy smile, and he joins me in the hot tub, dressed only in his boxers. I swallow dryly when I see the bulge in his pants and quickly avert my eyes. I take a big sip of my red wine to distract myself from being alone in the water with Ezra. Almost naked, mind you.

Ezra sits close to me, and as he rests his arms on the hot tub edges, he touches my shoulder with his fingers. The hickey tingles immediately, and I want more, even though I’m not allowed to. What are you doing to me?

My pulse quickens, and my core starts throbbing, even though he hasn’t touched me yet.

“Ezra, please,” I breathe because I can hardly bear to resist him.

I’m not the kind of woman who seeks thrills, cheats on her husband, and does so in her own home. That’s not me, and yet I want nothing more right now than for Ezra to touch me everywhere.

“Do you want me to leave, Beauty?” he murmurs in that damn seductive voice of his, tilting close to my neck so that his lips graze me as he speaks.

A hot shiver runs over my body, and I can no longer speak. The butterflies in my stomach fly loops, and my heart flutters. My breathing is getting ragged, and I can’t help it. My whole body craves his touch.

“Tell me what you want.”

My brain switches off entirely, and without even thinking about it, I turn my head in his direction and kiss him. I press my lips to him, and my heart leaps out of my chest. When his hand finds my cheek and his thumb tenderly caresses my skin, I finally let myself go.

After a moment, Ezra breaks away from me and grins mischievously at me. I frown and look at him, not knowing what his grin means.

“Lean back and relax Beauty,” he instructs me before he dives right in front of me, leaving me no chance to respond.

I watch him with wide eyes as the water’s surface swallows his entire body up, and he doesn’t resurface. When I feel his fingers on my bikini panties, he takes them off. I shake my head in bewilderment. He can’t possibly be serious. Here, now? Oh God!

He firmly pushes my legs apart to make room for himself. I still can’t believe what we’re doing here. But when I feel his tongue on my clit, my mind goes blank, and I gasp softly. Ezra resurfaces briefly, takes a deep breath, and then disappears again.

I quickly put the glass on the rim and leaned back as Ezra asked me to. I want to savor his heavenly tongue play for just a tiny moment before I must end this.

Ezra places my legs on his solid shoulders and grabs both hands under my bottom, pressing me even closer to his mouth. His tongue licks incessantly over my throbbing clit, making me gasp louder and louder until I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. Even though it feels a little strange—feeling the tub’s bubbles combined with his skilled movements—it’s not a bad feeling. On the contrary, the bubbling water is the icing on the cake.

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