Page 78 of Keep Your Friends Close and Your… Work Enemy Closer?

His hips moved in time with my own, his fingers sliding under my swimsuit and digging into my ass cheeks.

"If you don't stop..." he breathed. "I'll come in my fucking swim trunks."

"So?"

"So..." His strong hands stopped me, and before I knew it, Jared had reversed our positions, flipping me like I was weightless, which I supposed I kind of was in the water. But then he effortlessly lifted me out of the hot tub, placing me right onthe edge. "I'd like to try something else," he said, staring at my lower half like I was a tasty snack he wanted to devour.

"Oh," I answered breathlessly as I glanced down to see what had caught his attention.

With all my grinding, my bikini bottoms had given me a wedgie, front to back, not leaving much to the imagination. I debated fixing them or just taking them off, wondering if that was too much too soon, but Jared stepped in between my legs, his hands gliding up my thighs.

"I want to taste you," he said. "Ineedto taste you."

Oh, God. As if I could get any more desperate for this man...

That answered my previous question, and I didn't hesitate to shimmy out of my bikini bottoms, tossing them away, the whole time Jared watching me, the look on his face turning even more feral, his chest rising up and down with every heavy breath.

"Fuck..." he whispered as I sat back down, my bare bottom on the smooth wood.

As soon as I sat, his hands were all over me, gripping me, exploring me, running up and down my legs, my arms, the sides of my waist. All the while, he kept up a litany of praises that warmed my soul.

"So fucking beautiful. So damn sexy. So soft and smooth... a fucking goddess."

Oh, my. All this praise could easily go to my head, especially as he seemed not to notice or care about anything that I deemed an imperfection—the stretch marks on my hips, the scar above my knee, the lovely bumps and bruises I'd acquired this weekend.

He reached for the edge of my bikini top. I started to help him, needing to be free, desperate for his hands and mouth to explore my chest. But at the last second, I remembered something... something dire that would completely take me out of the moment.

"Wait." I clamped my hand over his. "No."

His confused eyes, hazy with lust, met mine. "What?"

"You can't take this off. You can touch me. But only the outside, over my bikini top."

He stared at me, not quite comprehending, but there was no way in hell I could tell him the truth... that it'd been ages since I'd remembered to pluck that stray boob hair that grew so annoyingly long. So instead, I grabbed his hands and placed them over my breasts, letting him feel me up the old-fashioned way.

It only took a beat for us to get back to where we'd been, Jared thankfully not questioning me or pushing for more, simply doing as I asked, his hands cupping me, his thumbs toying with my hardening nipples through the fabric.

Arching my back, I pushed into him, my butt sliding forward, my legs going around him. He gave me a savage kiss then licked, kissed, and lightly bit his way down my body, spending extra time on my neck, then my cleavage, and lastly my legs.

When he reached my inner thigh, stubble grazing the sensitive skin, my hands fell backward, thankfully landing on something that kept me from falling farther. But only physically. Because mentally and emotionally, I was definitely falling.

That praise I loved so much continued when Jared spread my legs even more, lowering himself to be at eye level with my pussy. "Damn, woman," he said reverently.

I felt his warm breath on me just before he made contact, kissing me so sweetly, it made me melt. Then he licked me, the feeling so divine, I let out a loud moan.

Looking around, I momentarily remembered where I was, wondering if anyone could spot us if they happened to peek out their window. But we were well hidden by the lattice and vines, thank goodness.

"Relax, Dee," Jared said. "No one can see us."

His words had a direct line to my emotions, helping me to relax into it, and then, his mouth did the rest, devouring me, making me forget every damn thing in this world except this carnal connection between us.

After kissing and licking his way all over, I was so ready for him to find my clit, but I had the feeling he was teasing me, warming me up and bringing me closer to the edge. My hands went to his head, my fingers in his hair, and I opened my legs even wider to him.

Normally, I might have felt vulnerable in this position, especially the first time someone went down on me. But with Jared, for some reason, I felt safe and secure, which was kind of shocking and totally unexpected.

If you'd asked me before this retreat, never in a million years would I have imagined doing this with Jared on the last night. Never.

I squirmed closer, and Jared's tongue plunged inside me, a delicious feeling spreading through my limbs. And then he licked his way toward my clit, making the connection, sending a zing of electricity all throughout my body.

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