Page 28 of Silver Foxed

I squeeze her hand, that feeling of contentedness settling in my bones as we continue to walk down several flights of wooden stairs to a private beach and a long dock that leads out onto the water. When we get to the bottom, Alex lets go of my hand and removes her sandals, stepping onto the beach with a sigh.

She wiggles her toes in the sand. “Are you coming?”

I take off my own sandals and pick them up before venturing onto the sand. The heat of it burns the bottoms of my feet, but I smile anyway. Alex presses her lips together as she watches me, trying not to laugh.

“You really hate the beach, don’t you?”

I grimace, not wanting her to feel bad that I came down here with her. I really do want to spend time with her. “It’s not that I hate it. I love going to the ocean. But I view it from a nice waterfront restaurant or a patio. Sand gets everywhere. And the ocean has sharks.”

A belly laugh bubbles up and out of her. “Good thing this is a lake, then. And like I said before, you can see the bottom. No big fish will try to eat you here.”

“Thank god,” I say playfully, willing to make fun of myself though my reasons for hating the beach are legitimate and valid.

With another small chuckle under her breath, she starts to walk again, motioning for me to follow her until we reach a spot near the water’s edge.

“Here okay?” she asks. I nod, wanting to say I don’t care where we sit as long as I’m sitting next to her. But that’s an obvious statement considering it’s just the two of us on a private beach that’s blocked off by the trees and a rocky landscape on either side.

“Is this a manmade beach?” I ask as we start to spread out a large beach towel and pull things from our bags.

“I think it’s naturally a pretty rocky beach. But Dad has sand brought in year-round so we can enjoy it instead of always having to sunbathe on the dock,” she says, pulling her dress up and over her head with no warning.

My mouth waters as I take in the vision that is Alex Martin in a green string bikini. Her curvy, dimpled body is nearly naked as she folds her dress and bends to put it in the bag we brought, then she stands to fix the half ponytail she’s put her fiery hair in and adjusts the small squares of fabric that are hardly covering her breasts. Or should I say that are hardly covering her nipples.

“Please tell me,” I say as I pull my own shirt over my head, “that you’ve never worn this suit in front of another man before.”

Alex takes a step toward me and grabs my shirt from my hands. She folds it exactly how I would’ve before placing it in the bag alongside her dress.

“Of course not, baby. I bought this for you,” she says, a grin tugging at her pink-painted lips.

Now, logically I know she didn’t buy the suit for me. But her words hit me in the gut nonetheless. The idea that, if Alex and I were together, she would have bought something like this with me in mind makes me not only very happy but hard as a rock.

Her eyes shift to the now clear bulge in my swim trunks before they trail up and down my body.

“Need help with your…sunscreen?” she asks.

I release a breathy laugh. “I would love that.”

She grabs the SPF fifty she told me she has to have or she’ll burn and squirts some of it in her hand, motioning for me to turn around. I do as she asks, and she steps behind me.

“This may be a little cold,” she warns before she places her hands on my shoulders. I shiver at the cool lotion touching my skin but quickly warm up as Alex’s hands travel down my body. I don’t miss the way she pays special attention to the muscles of my back and the slopes of my shoulders.

“Has anyone ever called you a silver fox before?” she asks, her voice a tad deeper than usual.

“Not to my face,” I say honestly, though I have heard myself called that before, most recently at a hotel in New York when I was on business.

Alex squirts more lotion into her hands, her slippery fingers trailing lower and lower until she’s thumbing the elastic of my trunks. I suck in a breath as her hands easily dip inside, cupping my ass and squeezing. My cock that won’t stop being hard around her gets harder.

“I don’t think the sun reaches inside my shorts,” I tease.

“Oh, so you want me to stop?” she asks, her lips near my ear as she presses her breasts into my back.

“I didn’t say that.”

She hums as she massages the muscles of my glutes, and a small groan leaves my parted lips when she starts to slide her hands around my hips.

Alex places her chin on my shoulder and nibbles at my ear. “How do you feel about a little public indecency?”

I groan as her soft hand grips my erection, and my head turns to meet hers. While I know the beach is private, that doesn’t mean we don’t run the risk of being seen. The idea of a boater looking on to find me fucking Alex into the sand ignites a primal need to claim her, to show the world who she belongs to. I inhale, trying to calm myself so I don’t turn into a barbarian.

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