Page 3 of Summer with a Daddy

“That sounds like fun. I’ll find my swimsuit and be down in maybe twenty minutes. Is that okay?”

“Take as long as you need, sweetheart,” I tell her, letting the endearment just slip between my lips. Before she can react or say anything in response, I gently shut her door and walk away.

Quickly, I make my way back down the stairs and into my suite. I change into my swim trunks, ignoring my half-hard cock, and head toward the kitchen.

I prepped our dinner earlier. My mother asked if I was going to hire staff for the house, but I like doing all of this myself. The house is not big enough to need anyone full-time. I do have a housekeeper who comes in twice a week to clean, and she leaves a few meals for me to heat up. I’m not great in the kitchen, but I can grill with the best.

I spend the time waiting for Natalie making sure things are perfect. Even though I know it’s not, this feels suspiciously like a first date. I haven’t been on one in years, but the nerves and anticipation aren’t something you forget.

Minutes later she walks into the kitchen and my heart stops. She’s wearing a tiny bikini top and some jean shorts. It’s sexy as hell and there’s not a man alive who wouldn’t think himself a lucky bastard to be in her presence.

“Is this okay?” She asks shyly. “I got overheated unpacking and thought since we were going to eat outside it would be.” She shakes her head and turns back toward the doorway. “I can’t believe I came down here like this. I’ll be back.”

“Natalie, stop,” I say, authority ringing through my voice.

She slowly turns around and I can see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of the bikini top. Fuck, she liked that.

“Baby, you look sexy as hell and any man would want to eat dinner with you.” And have you for dessert. I want to add, but don’t want to scare her off. “Come on,” I hold out my hand, allowing her to take the few steps between us to grasp it. “Let’s go eat and swim.”

She holds my hand as we walk outside. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what?”

She laughs a little. “For talking me down, for not making fun of me.”

“Who’s making fun of you?” I ask, ready to kick some ass. No one makes fun of my woman.

“No one.” She sits at the table and takes a very healthy sip from the glass of wine I poured before she came out. It’s a rich red, which she said was her favorite the last time I saw her. She looks at the glass and smiles. “It’s my favorite.”

“Of course.”

“Did you remember or did my dad say something?”

“I remembered, Natalie.”

A blush spreads across her cheeks and down the ample cleavage displayed by the triangles of her bikini.

“Natalie, you know that you can tell me anything, right?”

“Of course.”

“Anything,” I say again, but with that dominant tone that I know she liked earlier. “I want you to tell me what you’re feeling and thinking.” I want to know everything about her. I crave knowing everything about her.

CHAPTER TWO

NATALIE

It’s getting hot out here and it’s not just the South Carolina temperatures. I can’t believe I came down from my room in a bikini and shorts. I’ve never been brave enough to do something like that. Hell, I’ve never worn a two-piece bathing suit before and certainly nothing as revealing as this red bit of fabric.

I wasn’t kidding about being overheated while unpacking, but it wasn’t the task that was doing it. It was my overactive imagination. I kept playing out different scenarios involving Luke, me, and that huge bed.

It’s a good thing I packed my vibrator and that his room is far from mine. That little toy and I are going to be spending a lot of quality time together this summer.

“Natalie?” Luke says, breaking me from another inappropriate daydream. “You’re flushed. Are you okay?”

“Um, yes. Maybe it’s the wine?” Maybe it’s you and that sexy beard I want to feel between my thighs.

“You’ve had less than half a glass,” Luke points out. “Do you want to go for a swim before we eat? We can cool off and then have dinner after the sun goes down?”

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