Page 40 of His One True Wish

“Whose story is this?” I said, pouring more water on her back. The line of her spine was straight, and I resisted the urge to run my finger down it.

“Carry on.” She twirled her hands. “Wait. I am going to get my hair wet.”

Billie bent her knees and put her head below the bubbles, her hair spreading out like a dark fan around her. Then, with an exhale, she rose out of the water, exposing her breasts.

“Thanks,” she said. “That felt good.”

Her breasts bobbed just above the surface. Her dark nipples rose and fell as the water shifted.

I swallowed. My dick throbbed, and I ached to lean over and take one of her luscious tits into my mouth. “You lost your bubble bra,” I said, pointing at the water.

“Oh, whoops,” she said. She squealed and pulled armfuls of bubbles closer, but it was clear that the bubbles were fading.

“I’ll keep my eyes high” I said, focusing on her eyes, but wishing to drink in every inch of her naked body.

“Are you always such a gentleman?” she asked. Her voice was soft and flirtatious.

“No,” I said, telling her the truth.

“I didn’t think so.” She looked up at me, her mouth open. I wasaware of the fullness of her lower lip. Her cheeks flushed from the heat, she looked warm and inviting. All traces of her pale and shocked skin were gone. Her breath was shallow, and she moved her fingertips back and forth in the water, swirling what remained of the bubbles.

Fuck, my dick liked seeing her naked in this tub.

“Finish your story,” she said, her dark eyes focused on mine.

I swallowed and took a deep breath. I wondered if she could hear my heart beating in my cock, because I sure as hell felt it. Her skin shimmered with water and bubbles. After holding her body in my arms, I knew her breasts were perky but soft, and the round curve of her ass had felt smooth and tight. I wanted to press my cock against and inside all her warm and soft places.

“I’m waiting,” she said.

“Right. Right. So, I’m in Boca Raton working with my buddy, Miles.”

“Um, fancy.”

“Yes, so fancy. Can’t you just see me there?”

“No,” she said.

“Miles is quite the poker player, and I’ve been known to have some card smarts. One night, we ended up in a pretty intense card game in the sky lounge of this super yacht.”

“A super yacht,” she said, wiggling her shoulders up and down. “I didn’t peg you as a fancy yacht guy.”

“I’m not, but Miles is, and we’re friends. But I do like high stakes poker, and that’s what we played that night. It was a rough game for me. The cards were cold as ice. One hand left, and I knew I could turn it around, so I bet my plane.”

Her jaw dropped. “Wait, you bet your plane?”

“Yep,” I said. “It wasn’t smart, but as I told you, I’m a pretty good player.”

“So you bet the plane … ”

“And I won, but this guy at the table was super pissed.”

“There’s always one guy, am I right?”

I laughed. She was easy to talk to, and I had to admit, it was fun tohave a conversation, especially fun that the conversation was with a beautiful woman who kept flashing her gorgeous nipples at me. “His name was Leonard Dick.”

“No,” she said. “You’re joking. That sounds made up.”

“Sure as shit. Lenny Dick was across from me. He started the hot-dog-on-a-stick franchise.”

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