Page 153 of The Neighbor Wager


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“Upstairs.”

“Me, neither.” She kisses me again, with the same mix of hunger and need. “I mean me, too.”

It’s far. Too far. But I don’t have to wait to have her. Not completely.

I kiss her again.

She kisses back with the same mix of need and hunger. A physical hunger and an emotional one.

It fills me everywhere.

It turns the cold water warm. Sends blood rushing south. Sends my thoughts to faraway places.

I bring my hand to her chest, push her bikini top aside, exposing her breast.

For me. Only for me. My body blocks the camera.

And I love seeing her, halfway out of her swimsuit, for me. Only for me. Like the entire world exists for us. Only for us.

She sinks into my touch immediately, groaning as I toy with her nipple. Her head falls into the crook of my neck. Her lips brush my ear. “Don’t stop.”

Never. “I love seeing you here.” I draw another circle around her. “I love having you at my mercy.”

“You mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know.” Under the water, she hooks her arm around my waist. “I didn’t believe it, that anyone would want to—”

“Take charge of the most take-charge woman in the world?”

“Yeah. Or maybe. No offense, but it’s not really your personality.”

“Not anywhere else, maybe.” I don’t lead the way she does, but I lead myself. I follow my instincts. “But here, it’s perfect.”

She runs her fingers over my shoulder, dipping her hand below the water. “Touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Fuck me.”

“Not here.”

A whine falls from her lips, but she doesn’t say please this time. Instead, she kisses me hard, slipping her tongue into my mouth, exploring me the way I explore her.

I tease her with slow circles then I move to her other breast, expose her, toy with her again and again.

Then, when I can’t take it anymore, I slip my hand between her legs.

She guides my fingers under her bikini bottoms.

She feels different under the water. Softer and slicker. The friction isn’t the same. I have to test different speeds, pressures, to find what she needs.

A little harder than normal. A little smoother.

Then she tugs at my board shorts, and I know I have it.

I kiss her back as I work her. She groans against my mouth, bucking against my hand, taking everything she can from me.

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