“I told you, it’s deadsville around here during the week.”
“Double checking.”
Her eyes shift left then right, something mischievous flashing in them.
“What is it?”
She slides her index finger between her lips. Her fluttering eyelashes are a distraction. The twinkle of malice shining bright in her eyes doesn’t help.
“What’s going on in that devious mind of yours, Carina?”
She shrugs. “Nothing.”
“I ain’t buying it. Come on, fess up.”
“Why do you assume the worst?”
I’m not falling for that feigned innocence. “I know that look by now.”
“Oh, so you think you know everything about me?”
“I’m not sayin’ I do. That’s why I’m askin’.”
“It’s just a passing thought,” she says in a non-committal way.
“Why you beatin’ around the bush, woman?”
“Speaking of bush…”—she scans behind me before returning her attention to me—”this area is so lush. It offers greatprivacy.”
“Privacy?” I narrow my gaze on her. “Where are you going with this?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
She’s being crystal-clear right now.
“You want to be a dirty girl? Own it.”
“Come here.” She beckons me with a finger.
I study her for a few beats, but I grant her wish.
I place the towel back into the backpack and approach her.
“I’m here,” I say.
“Give me your hand.”
“You’re a demanding one.”
“I’m just following your command.”
I indulge her.
She holds my hand in hers. With her free one, she pulls the fabric of her long flowy dress up her body. She stops when the fabric is bunched around her thighs.
“Maybe...”—she lowers her voice a few octaves—”we can have a little fun since it’s midweek and all. It would be a shame not to take advantage of it since we’re alone.” The words barely leave her mouth and she glides my fingers between her legs. She doesn’t stop until my hand is wedged between her slick pussy lips.
“Fuck, you aren’t wearing any panties.”
