Page 124 of His Secret Gift

I chuckle. “Shall we?” I gesture to the car I’d called.

“Yes, please.” I then open the door and help her inside. However, I sit on the opposite end in case one of my other employees see us. I’m not sure what I’d even say as an excuse if someone happened to bring it up to me… but whatever. That’s a worry for later. Right now is all about spending some time with Kayla.

“Diakoftis Beach?” the driver confirms, looking at me in the rearview mirror.

“Yes.”

When I look over at Kayla, I see that she’s shaking a bit. Although the heat is sweltering, so I assume it’s nerves. So, I reach my hand over and take her hand.

“Is everything okay?”

She was chewing on her finger while looking out the window, but she turns to glance at me.

“Yeah.”

I dip my head and lean over a little. “Are you sure?”

I laughs a little before whispering, “I guess it’s just kind of a lot of pressure.”

Oh.That made me feel guilty. “There doesn’t have to be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course. We’re just going to hangout.” I had hoped something more would happen… and of the sexual variety… but I’m not one to ever coerce a woman. My mother taught me better than that.

She smiles. “Okay.”

We’re quiet for the rest of the trip, but once we arrive, I get out first, tip the man in euros who drove us, and then I swing over and open her door.

“You’re very chivalrous, Jack,” she compliments after taking my hand.

“Why, thank you.” I’ve always prided myself on that.

Then, after the car speeds away, we’re alone, and I spread out a large towel.

“Well?” she asks while swinging her arms at her side.

I hadn’t really thought this far. My horniness just wanted to get her somewhere secluded and ravage her. But as that doesn’t seem to be what she’s interested in, my eyes dart to try to think of something.Ah!I get a little closer to the water, pick up a rock, and throw it.

“Wow.” She seems impressed after I got it to skip multiple times. “I’ve never been able to do that.”

“Want me to teach you?”

Kayla shields her eyes with her hand and bites down on her lower lip. “Sure.”

“Great. Come here.”

She obliges, and then we both crouch down.

“The first trick is to find a suitable rock—one that is small and flat is best.”

“Like this?” She holds one up for me to inspect.

“Yes, perfect.

When we stand up, I step closer to her to position her body. This closeness is already exciting me, but I tell myself to calm down.

“Are you right-handed?”

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