Page 68 of Where You Left Me

“I wish, but I don’t have my suit on,” I whine.

“Who said anything about suits?”

I turn my attention to him, and he grins wickedly at me.

“Someone could see us.”

He glances around. “Who’s gonna see us? No one is around.”

“Not yet. Or not that you know of.”

“Stop being so…soMia.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Stop being in your head so much. It makes you uptight and honestly, a bit of a prude.”

I gasp, “I am not a prude.”

Jones sets his hand on my thigh and leans close to me. “When it’s just you and me, alone, and we’re fucking, you’re not a prude, Peaches.” He gives me a kiss. “But sometimes, the majority of the time, out in public, or around our friends, you’re a prude.”

I glare at him. I know what he’s doing. And darn it, it’s working.

“I’m onto you, mister.”

“What?” His bluish-grey eyes soften as he tries to play innocent.

“You’re trying to get me all worked up so I give in.”

He gives me a cheeky grin. “Is it working?”

“A little,” I admit, biting my lower lip.

“Good. Because I’m gonna need you to strip and get that perfect behind into the lake before we melt in this truck.” With that, he swings open his door and tugs his shirt over his head. He takes off in a jog, discarding his clothes across the sand on his way to the water.

I laugh out loud and hop out of the truck. Excitement thrums in my veins as I dash after him and strip my clothes. His tan butt is a blur for a few seconds before he reaches the water and sinks below the surface.

Jones’s head bobs out just in time to see me hesitate with the hem of my underwear. The cold water laps over my feet and a shiver runs down my spine while I stand at the shoreline. I discarded my bra more easily, something about setting the girls free is liberating. But showing off my entire body is something entirely different. I was never self-conscious when I was with Jones. But after losing the baby and being with a new man, it wasn’t easy. I never felt quite as comfortable as I did when I was with Jones.

“What are you waiting for? Get in here,” he calls.

I hook my thumbs in my underwear and sink my teeth into my lower lip. I’m about to say,screw it, and leave them on. They’ll dry eventually. But Jones swims closer, giving me a mischievous grin. As he approaches, he reveals more of his naked body, little by little, until he’s positioned himself in front of me fully naked. His cock is already standing at attention like a good soldier.

“Get those off before I tear them off,” he growls.

His eyes are animalistic while he holds my own captive.

I obey, the command in his voice somehow a turn-on. Dragging the underwear down my legs, I step out slowly. He must have lost his patience with me. Before I can toss them, he snatches them from me, wads them in his fist, and chucks them onto the sand. His gaze rakes over my unclothed body and I tremble.

“Flawless,” he mumbles so close to my face I can feel his breath brush my cheeks.

“You’re looking pretty impressive yourself,” I tease, flashing him a playful smile while my gaze travels south.

Without thinking, I reach for his dick and lightly stroke his length. I can’t help it. When I’m with Jones, he brings out a part of me I’ve been pushing down for so long. With him, I’m carefree. With him, I’m comfortable. With him, I’m me.

My head goes dizzy and there’s a swooping low in my belly. If Jones were to slip his hand between my thighs, he’d find me drenched already. I’m desperate for him.

“You can’t get enough of me, can you, beauty?” He lowers his mouth and nips at my neck, and it sends goosebumps shooting across my skin. “How bad do you want my cock?”

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