Page 40 of Better Left Unsaid

He grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and squirted some in the palm of his hand. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” he questioned, his voice low as he walked closer to me until finally closing the gap between us.

“Dom, the door is open.” My eyes scanned the doorframe but went back to the mirror where I watched him place his hands with the sunscreen on my back. I felt like I had just bought a subscription to the best program that had all my favorite shows and I didn’t give a shit the door was open because I had to immerse myself in it. “I can never reach back there to do it myself.”

He nodded, bending his head and placing a feather-light kiss on my back. “I know. So let me help you.”

“Okay,” I said, my breaths coming out heavy and short thanks to his touch. “I can do you next,” I offered, imagining running my hands down his shoulders and over his angel wings tattoo before tracing the hard lines of his back. Maybe swipe my tongue over them. Okay, I was quickly getting heated. I had to stop thinking about that particular fantasy pronto.

As if reading my mind, Dom spoke softly, reminding me, “I’m helping you right now.”

Let him help.My brain became mush, and I closed my eyes as he rubbed the sunscreen in, going methodically slow, causing every nerve ending in my body to relax. “You have magic in your fingers.”

“Do they deserve a medal like my”—he got real close to my ear as he finished his question in a whisper—“cock?”

Yep, I’d nominate both of them for an award. I turned in his arms and brought a hand to his hair, fussing with it. “What would you say if I told you we should skip going out there and stay in?” I spoke in a low voice, inching closer to him so our lips were a hair’s breadth away. “That way you can show me just how—”

“What are you two doing?” Jade asked, quirking a brow. “Are you two trying to get caught?”

I dropped my hand and stepped back, hitting the counter harder than I would’ve preferred because it hurt. Like a mother— “Oh, it’s only you.”

“Hey, Jade,” Dom said, raising a hand in greeting.

Jade shook her head and clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “Don’they, Jademe. I could’ve been someone else. You two could’ve been caught.” She waved a hand between both of us. “You have to be more careful. What were you thinking getting it on in the bathroom with the door open? Wide frigging open, might I add.”

I rolled my lips and shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. No one caught us. And, just for the record, we were not getting it on.” I cleared my throat and acted nonchalant. I liked to think I was pretty good at that. “He was applying sunscreen to my back, that’s all.”

He nodded. “She’s right. The rays of the sun are strong,” he said, using practically the same line I just did on Isabella.

My mouth fell, and I swatted his bicep. “Not funny.”

He chuckled. “It’s a little funny.” He held two fingers up in measurement to show me just how funny he thought it was. “No harm, no foul, right?” He looked to Jade now. “You already know, so who cares?”

Jade rolled her eyes and signaled for us to scram. “Whatever. Do you mind if someone uses the bathroom for what it’s actually intended for?”

I broke out in laughter. “This is the second time we’ve been nearly caught in a bathroom,” I told Dom, the corners of my lips turning up.

He winked. “It’s one of the sexiest rooms in the house, if you think about it.”

I wasn’t sure how, but I wasn’t going to argue it. Meanwhile, Jade cringed, sticking her tongue out as she audibly gagged. “All right, that does it. Get out. I’m all for shamelessly talking about sex, but in a bathroom? Really?”

I laughed to myself because it was funny, but for the first time I wasn’t the prude in this situation. Well, I didn’t think I was a prude at all, but Bianca had insisted that I was, so if we were going with that, then this was definitely comedic.

Chapter Twelve

Dominic

Hanging out withtwo of my best girls was definitely my favorite fucking part about going to the Hamptons. Call me whatever the hell you wanted, but I was actually enjoying myself, walking on the beach with Maria and Isabella, as we swung Isabella like a monkey in the middle between the two of us.

“Shit!” Maria scowled, putting the brakes on the swinging as she stopped to pick up her foot and touch her toe.

“Mommy!” Isabella chided. “That’s a bad word.”

“Yes, sorry, sweetheart. Definitely never say that word,” she replied, looking over at Isabella as she put her foot back down.

Isabella’s brows formed a V in the center. “But you said it. Why can you say it, and I can’t?”

Good question, Peanut.The only answer I had personally wasn’t an acceptable one—we were adults, and that was one of the perks of being an adult, you could say as many potty words as you wanted. Yeah, that answer definitely wouldn’t fly, so I shut my mouth.

“I can’t,” Maria assured her, growing serious. “In fact, I’m going to give myself a time-out when we get back inside.”

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