Page 25 of The Last Date

I raced home in time to see my parents leaving for their fancy cocktail affair. My mother did her usual twirl, this time in a silver dress, that coordinated with my dad’s matching silver tie. They went to a lot of trouble for such a short soiree, but this is what they lived for. Showing off to their friends.

“You two are so damn cute together I can’t even stand it,” I laughed.

“Sasha,” my mother snapped. “Language.”

I laughed, watching my dad’s eyes light up. “That’s right. No man will ever have me if I use the D-word, right, Dad?”

His head tilted back and forth as if he were pondering. As soon as my mother was out of earshot, selecting her coat, he said, “I thought that no man would have you because you stopped dating.”

Leaning in, I whispered, “I’ve stopped dating Mother’s ridiculous setups. I didn’t say that I’d never date again.”

“Fair point,” he nodded, his eyes darting to where Mom was trying on a floor-length fur that I seriously hoped wasn’t real. “You’ll let me meet anyone serious though, right?”

“Yes, whenever the time is right,” I nodded. “Of course.”

I caught Dad checking the little leather business card holder in his pocket, making sure that it was full. He got new cards printed all the time, with various metallic inks, and new titles that I’m pretty sure he made up for himself. I found it a bit tacky to schmooze so hard at someone else’s event, but Dad was always intent on making the perfect first impression.

They finally left, and I turned on the lights by the pool. Dashing upstairs, I tried to decide on which bathing suit sent the message I was intending. Of course, I wasn’t sure what the best message was. I wanted to be sexy for Oakley. But he also seemed to like that I was girlish. He definitely liked that I was artsy.

From the bottom drawer, I pulled out a reasonably modest bikini. It was light pink, with a pattern of darker pink brush strokes.

By the time I tied my hair up in a messy bun and went out back, Oakley was swimming lengths of the pool.

“You just invite yourself places,” I laughed, slipping into the shallow end. “That’s a very weird trait.”

“I knew you wanted me here,” he said, swimming up to me.

From the second his lips met mine, I felt a shift in his energy. He’d been relatively well behaved before. This time, it felt like the walls had tumbled down.

Before I even knew what was happening, I was pinned against the wall, my legs around his hips as he ground the hard ridge of his shaft against me. The slightly cool water wasn’t dimming our heat, and I realized with a shudder that I was ready for more. A lot more.

His kisses weren’t just hungry, they were ferocious. I loved how hard he gripped me, as if he needed to hold me forever. My little gasping moans were becoming too loud, echoing around the pool.

“I don’t want you to be quiet, but I also don’t want us to get caught,“ Oakley said.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have snuck over here.”

“I like sneaking around with you,” he chuckled darkly. “You make me think naughty things, angel.”

His deep green eyes flashed as he stared at me for a moment. Then I was being dragged by the hand to the pool house.

As soon as the door was locked behind us, I was in the air, carried to the daybed, still dripping. “Where it all began,” he smiled, unfastening my bikini top. “Sasha, I’m going to strip you naked and make you come.”

I didn’t know if he was asking me or telling me, but I was already nodding and helping untie my straps.

The thought of being completely naked in front of Oakley again made my entire body feel like one live nerve. The second my bikini hit the floor, he laid me back with my knees hanging ov

er the edge as he knelt between my legs.

I felt completely wild as he stared intently at my exposed flesh. My heart pounded, my breath couldn’t find a rhythm.

Oakley dragged a knuckle along my inner thigh. “Your skin is so sweet, my angel.”

He slowly laid a trail of kisses from my knee all the way up to my center. His gaze locked on mine as his thumbs spread me open, his tongue slipping gently across every nerve.

My gasp made his eyes narrow with lust. His hunger felt nearly out of control. His tongue slipped gently over my skin, rapidly setting my entire body on fire.

“So wet for me, baby,” he murmured.

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