Page 33 of The Bombshell and the Bodyguard
But today’s bikini took the prize. In fact, if I were her boyfriend, I’d feel like I’dwona prize.
My mouth literally watered as I watched her walk out onto the deck and spread her towel over one of the chaise lounges. From the front, the two-piece suit was sexy, turquoise straps holding the barely there cut-out top in place and suspending two matching pink hearts over the nipple area.
From the back… it was lethal.
The g-string design featured another innocent pink heart right at the apex of her firm ass. Which was now on full display as she lay on her stomach, facing away from me.
She was, in a word, perfect. At least as far as what appealed to me personally.
She had to know that suit would get my attention, right? I mean I was a professional, but I’d have to be blind and/ordeadnotto notice it.
Was that what Jessica wanted?
Without my permission, my dick responded to the idea. I shifted in my desk chair, willing the uninvited erection away.
She’d certainly warmed up and become more friendly since we’d arrived here, but she hadn’t done or said anything overtly flirtatious. Still, she was used to a lot of male attention, and I was the only guy around at the moment.
God, how I wanted to give her some of myattention.
Then again maybe she was just trying to punish me for ripping her away from her exciting, glamorous life and basically marooning her here on an unpopulated island for who knew how long.
I wouldn’t mind a little punishment from her either.
No.No.I had to get control of my thoughts.
Too late.
My dick wasnotinterested in changing the channel. Instead, it turned up the volume and put the fucking thing on the vivid filter as images of Jessica’s beautiful body filled my mind—even after I’d slammed my eyelids shut and banged my forehead against the desktop.
In my mental Jessica-on-the-deck-show, she reached around and untied the back of the string bikini then flipped over, propping herself up on the chaise and putting one foot on either side of it, spreading her legs so that miniscule scrap of fabric between them barely covered her lovely—
Fuuuuck.I had to leave this room and get away from that window.Now.
I strongly considered taking a second shower because a little me-time would have been useful at the moment.
No. I willnotjack off thinking about my best friend’s little sister.
Well, honestly, it wouldn’t have been the first time, but I couldn’t—couldnot—do it while we were living together and I was responsible for her safety.
Keeping my gaze trained away from the window, I unplugged my laptop and carried it to the kitchen island, settling there to try—unsuccessfully—to get my mind back on work. Truthfully there was nothing as pressing as I’d told Jessica there was, but there was a little paperwork I could do, some emails to answer.
If only I could think.
Which I couldn’t.
So I gave up and went to my gym, running hard on the treadmill for an hour before riding the stationary bike and then rowing at top speed on my ergometer. I finished it off with some weightlifting.
Finally—thankfully—worn out, I left the gym, mopping my face and chest with my discarded t-shirt. I needed that second shower for a much-less-fun reason now.
The door from the deck opened, and Jessica stepped inside.
She stopped short, her eyes going wide. I looked down at myself and realized it was the first time she’d seen me shirtless—well, since high school anyway. In spite of the heat and humidity, I’d stayed fully dressed since our arrival here.
Now her gaze roamed over me, taking in my shoulders and arms then my chest then dropping lower to my abs.
I moved my t-shirt to my lower torso, letting it hang over the front of my shorts in case her eyes dropped any further. BecausefuckitallI was right back in the state I’d been before working out.
Jessica was still staring—right at the place my t-shirt was hopefully camouflaging.
