Page 84 of Tequila Tuesdays

My head jerked back a little. “No!”

He let out a long sigh. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. There’s never been anything like that between us, and I wasn’t in a good place.” I went quiet.

“Tell me.”

My shoulders hunched, and I looked away. “I’d just found out about that stupid fucking bet. And I’d sworn off men in general.”

Damien rubbed his neck. “I’m sorry. The fact that you know him, and you brought up his hot tub. Well, let’s just say he’s gotten his money’s worth out of it.”

“Haveyouhad a lot of sex in yours?”

He leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “Some.”

“Okay.” My stomach squeezed, but I tried to keep my face neutral. I’d asked, so I couldn’t be too upset.

“Then I realized I didn’t like bringing random women home. It felt too intimate.” He paused. “And not just in a sexual way.”

My insides relaxed a little. I knew what he meant because my house and backyard were my sanctuary too.

He motioned out to his back patio. “My rental has its own small patio area with a little hot tub, and I’ve put up some sound barriers so we can all have our privacy. My backyard is one of the few private places I have.”

“I get it. I shouldn’t have asked either.”

“I’m glad it bothered you enough to ask. So, do you want to use the spa before we hit the sack?”

My shoulders relaxed. “Yes, if you’re still up for it.”

He grinned, showing off his dimple. “I’m pretty sure I’m up for it.”

I smirked and rolled my eyes.

We grabbed a couple of towels and the wine I’d brought. It was chilly, and when my bare feet hit the concrete, I shivered a little. He pulled off his shorts and slipped into the hot, bubbling water.

When I pulled my dress off, he leaned back with his arms on the spa ledge and watched me with hooded eyes. “You look so fucking good standing there in the moonlight with nothing else on. I’ve always loved your body, and especially those legs.”

I smiled down at him, then ran my hands up over my rib cage to my breasts. I cupped and lifted them as if offering them up to him. “Most men seem to like these better.”

He smiled wickedly, then stood up and waded over to me. “Oh, sweetheart, I like those too. And your body is a work of art. But your legs—they’re a masterpiece.”

My vagina spasmed, and I felt my breasts grow heavy. He reached over and slid his hand up the inside of my thigh, then delicately stroked my clit. I was slick and ready for him.

“Your sweet, tight little pussy is a masterpiece too, Legs. Now come here so I can worship it.”

I swayed toward him. He held his other hand up and helped me step into the water. Pulling me to him, he reached down and brushed a strand of hair off my shoulder.

“You offering up your tits like that makes me want to slide my cock between them and fuck them. Hard.”

My breasts tingled, and my insides clenched. I took his hand and guided him to the side of the spa, then pushed his shoulders down until he sat on the ledge.

“How about if I take you down my throat first, then we can get to the tit-fucking part?”

He grinned slowly and his hand squeezed mine. “You’re playing out every dark, depraved fantasy I’ve had about you over the past year.”

“We’ve only known each other for a few months.”

“Even before last fall, I had a few dirty fantasies about you. I didn’t know about your oral skills though.”

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