Page 46 of Primal God

“This swimsuit ought to be illegal, Lilith.”

Her stomach trembles under my touch. “Oh? Why is that, Dimitri?”

A low rumble leaves my mouth, and my chest vibrates against her back.

“I think you know why.”

She glances at me over her shoulder. “Is it because of what happened earlier? When my breast spilled out?”

“That? I consider that a blessing from the gods.”

Her lips tilt upward. “The gods, eh? Are you sure? You seemed mad about it.”

I lean in, so our lips are almost touching. “I was mad.”

“You were?”

“Because you covered up so quickly.”

Her breath fans my lips before she looks ahead. “Oh.”

“You said you wanted to play my game, Lilith. Do you still feel that way?”

She doesn’t look at me but says, “Yes.”

“Then lower your top and face me.”

The only sound comes from where we tread water. Maybe I’ve overstepped. Or maybe this is just the whisky talking. Deep down I know this isn’t the alcohol.

This is me, and this is how I feel about Lilith.

In this moment, I don’t care that she’s twenty-three and I’m fifty-three. I don’t care that she dated my son. Hell, I don’t even care that she works for me.

She moves, slowly lowering her top. It’s pure fucking torture waiting for her to spin, facing me. Her large breasts peek from the water, tempting me. Her smooth, pale skin calls to me and it takes everything in my power not to cup a plump breast.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Lilith.”

I meet her gaze to find her blushing.

“I’ll probably regret this in the morning,” she says in a low tone.

“Regret what?”

“Being out here, with you.”

“Why will you regret it?”

“A lot of reasons.” She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth. “But there’s a part of me that is thrilled that we’re out here, together.”

I cup her chin with one hand. “Me too.”

“Is the game we’re playing out here for tonight only?”

“Yes.”

She moves closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Then will you kiss me, Dimitri?”

I exhale and lean in. But she stops me.

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