Page 57 of Succeeding Love

“Hmm, then what will you wear?” I could hear the smile in her voice.

“Nothing,” I whispered right against the hollow of her ear.

“Wow,” she gasped. “I… I want to get in right now.”

She covered her mouth quickly, and I realized she didn’t mean to say that out loud. I laughed, nuzzling my face into her neck and holding her tight to keep her from getting away.

“As much as I would love to get naked in the hot tub with you right now, it’s still bright outside, and someone might look up.”

“I was joking!” Lynn tried to twist away, but I just held her tighter.

“Sure you were,” I chuckled. “What kind of action hero would I be if I didn’t get the woman naked in the hot tub by the end of the night?”

“I won’t be naked. I’m wearing your swim shorts,” she reminded me gruffly.

“Oh. Yeah,” I chuckled against her neck. “I forgot.”

She sighed. “My poor panties.”

She then quickly covered her mouth again, and I burst into more laughter, unable to hold her any longer as my laughter got out of control.

“What’s wrong with your panties?!”

“Nothing!” She grimaced, walking off towards the bathroom. “Nothing at all!”

“Uh huh,” I plopped down at the end of the bed with a wide grin, my eyes fixed on one part of her right at her center. “Need some help?”

“Nope!” She closed the door loudly, then I heard her curse in the sweetest voice under her breath. “As if being sweaty wasn’t enough,” I heard her grumble. A minute or two later, the shower turned on.

Fuck, she was driving me crazy. I adjusted my pants, the area around my zipper getting uncomfortable and tight.

“Um,” Lynn poked her nose out from the bathroom. The door barely opened a crack. “Can you, um, bring me my bag?”

I smirked, leaning back to place my hand on it. “This one?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. The door opened a little more, and I could see the reflection of her naked back, round ass and all, in the mirror.

Fuck, my excitement was just calming down too. Seeing her biting her lip, and knowing she was fucking naked that close to me…. Standing up right now would be an issue.

“I don’t think I can,” I murmured, trying to look anywhere but at the crack in the door.

“And why not?” She was glaring at me in the most fucking adorable way.

“Ah,” I bent over, pretending to stretch. “We did a lot of walking today. I’m a little tired. My feet don’t want to work yet.”

She stared at me, like she couldn’t believe that I just denied her, her mouth opening in the cutest little “o”.

I sighed, taking one more look at the mirror behind her. Damn, this boner wasn’t going away soon.

“I can see your reflection in the mirror, Lynn,” I confessed.

Her eyes went wide, and she turned around and yelped so loudly, I couldn’t help but to laugh. She forgot to close the door in her rush to grab a towel to cover herself.

She looked mortified, and I felt guilty for all the teasing.

“My poor underwear,” I exclaimed, then stood up with her bag in hand, walking towards the open door.

Her eyebrows knit together. “What do you…. Oh.” She looked down and saw the strain in my jeans. “Wow.”

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