Page 79 of Scandalous Lover

“I was thinking more along the lines of yard work,” I reply with a grin.

Naomi oohs and aahs over my little kitchen, complete with the gas stove that I had barged over—one of only two things I purchased new from the outside world. I’m especially proud of the kitchen, with its handbuilt, sanded countertops and deep, stainless-steel sink that I salvaged from the wreck of a restaurant that we transformed into Raft.

When I started building this property into my forever home, I designed the kitchen with a family in mind. Big meals shared at the outside table, cooking and eating together.

It hasn’t gotten nearly as much use as it deserves, mostly offering a single burner flame for me to reheat food from the resort or boil water for coffee. Someday, though. I keep making the little room big promises. Ones I hope I’ll be able to keep.

Once we’ve toured the whole living space, Naomi lets me help her into a wide brimmed sun hat that was left here years ago during some all hands on deck work party that makes her look the part of adventurous homesteader in the tropics. My heart aches.

“Why don't you drop those straps and let me sunscreen your back?”

The mischievous smile Naomi tosses me has my dick coming to life. As do her next words.

“Maybe it’d be easier if I just took it off.”

I smile and stalk toward her, bottle of SPF 50 under one arm. “It’s best to limit sun exposure to your more…sensitive parts.” I run myhands up her torso and stop just before I have one breast cupped in each hand on the outside of her shirt, running my thumbs down the sides of luscious, bitable breasts. “Especially this time of day.”

Not that I don’t want her to strip off this tiny shirt and let me get my mouth on her skin, but again, I know I can’t be trusted once I begin.

“Well, we can’t have me getting my nips sunburned, now can we?” She’s playfully egging me on, and I’m both excited and terrified.

I take a step forward, allowing the now stiff situation in my pants to brush up against her hip.

Naomi’s eyebrows raise. “Oh really? It’s the sunscreen and funny hat that’s doing it for you, isn’t it?”

“It’s the woman in the hat, actually.”

“Well, farmer, you know where I stand on this.”

Her words send chills down my spine because I do, indeed, know. She would let me strip her bare right here and have my way with her.

I steady my breathing to keep from diving headfirst into the ocean of gorgeous, smooth skin before me.

“Maybe just the straps for now,” I manage to get out, voice surprisingly even.

Her smile turns sly. “Sure, sure. Let’s not get carried away or anything. I hear there’s plenty of yard work to do.”

I take my time rubbing the sweet-smelling lotion onto every exposed inch of her body, from her ankles to the tip of her nose.

“Jeez, Sammy. I never imagined sunscreen could be so erotic. I’m going to be thinking about that in my bed later.”

Unless you end up in my bed…

I give her a little extra dab on her chin, which she playfully rubsoff.

Water and Bluetooth speaker in hand, we head out to the corner of the yard where I was working the day before. It’s a partially shaded, mostly flat patch of earth that I envision housing handmade wooden compost bins as soon as I can get the vines cleared.

And build the compost bins.

The projects of homeownership never end.

“What’s the plan, boss?”

I smile over at Naomi, who stands with her hands on her hips, surveying the site. “I’m going to cut back these vines.” I gesture to the now wildly overgrown section of flowering vines that I cut back the season before. “And you can rake them into a pile. We’ll haul them out in the wheelbarrow.”

I watch as she turns in a full circle, rake in hand, evaluating my plan.

“You know what?” she says finally. “This will make for some excellent pictures. I’m going to go grab my phone.”

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