Page 47 of Crossing the Line
“You want to play?” I ask
“Play?” she asks in a high-pitched, worried voice.
Her lips are wet, tantalizing. I refocus on her eyes to stop myself from kissing her. “Yeah, play.”
“How do you mean?”
“Want me to show you?”
PG tapers an eye. “Does it involve sex?”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t.”
She simpers bashfully, her gaze admiring the water. “Okay, then. What the hell. Let’s play.”
“Brace yourself,” I say, grinning. Then I quickly take her by the waist and use all my strength to toss her up.
Paisley laughs as she balls up, pinches her nose, and drops into the water. She rises to the surface and does the backstroke to the other side of the pool. Her tits poke above the water.
My hands ache to touch her, and my tongue needs to taste her. But I take a deep breath and count to ten as I look away from temptation.
Shit… This is going to be a long night.
