“Yes. The perfect end to a crazy day,” I say as his hands work the tight muscles in my shoulders.
“You know…” he says after a moment. “I have some ideas that could make it an even more perfect day.”
I smile and lean my head back on his thigh. “Do you?” I ask.
“I do,” he says and his hands arch over my shoulders, sliding down to the swell of my breasts.
I slink further into the water.
“Should we?” I ask.
“Should we what?” he asks.
“I think you know,” I say, turning around to face him. I’m hovering in the water in front of him, my face level with his crotch. I look up at him from under my eyelashes with a smirk.
“I think we should do whatever we want,” he says as he reaches for me. I pull back, scooting towards the middle of the huge tub.
“But those weren’t the rules,” I say. “We aren’t supposed to…”
Zane slides into the hot tub and moves toward me. “Do you always do what you’re supposed to?” he asks, his voice low and gruff.
He reaches out and runs his fingers across my jawline, down my chin, and to the spot where he left a hickey. A smirk crawls across his lips.
“We really shouldn’t…” I say.
His fingers run back up my neck, and he cups my cheek in his hand.
“I’ll make you a deal…” he says, pressing the ball of his thumb to my lips, tugging them open. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
“Mmmm” I murmur, and he leans down, his lips brushing mine.
“Deal?” he says.
“Yeah, but only this once.”
Zane wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. He leans down and kisses me, then sucks on my lower lip for just a second. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist, closing the space between us. His kiss deepens, and I melt into him, releasing a soft moan into his warm mouth.
I hear him make a sound of satisfaction, then gently breaks the kiss. Turning around, he grabs my hand and leads me out of the hot tub and into the house.
Once we are inside, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around him again. He kisses me and holds the back of my head with his hand, tugging at my hair. He carries me into the bedroom and stops at the bedside. I slide down his body, feet landing on the floor. He steps away, just a little, and drags his eyes up and down my body.
I am standing in front of him wearing my wet black bikini. I’m starting to get cold and notice little goosebumps forming all over my body.
He reaches his hand out and pulls the string on my bikini bottoms; first the left, then the right. I step to the right and let it fall to the floor. He wraps his arm around me and unties the string at my back. Before he releases the final string that is tied around my neck, he takes my jaw in his hand, pulls me in, and kisses me eagerly.
When I step back to sit on the edge of the bed, my top falls away, leaving me fully naked. I sit there watching him take off his bathing suit. He kicks it away with his foot.
For a moment he just stands there, his chest rising and falling, eyes wild, lips brooding, abs carved like marble, cock thick and erect.
I take a mental snapshot. It’s the perfect shot. Even if I had a real camera right now and took a picture, I’d never share it with anyone. It’s mine.
He wraps his hand around his hard cock and gives it two slow, firm strokes, awakening it even more. He keeps eye contact with me while he strokes himself; I think he likes me watching him.
“Zane,” I say his name because I’m tired of waiting.
“Do you want it?” he asks with a grin as he crawls on top of me.
“I never said I didn’t want it. I said we shouldn’t.”
