Page 20 of Too Good to be True

“Yes.” I don’t recognize my breathy voice. “What do you do?” I gasp with pleasure. “For a living, I mean.”

“I’m in customer service,” he answers, continuing to lathe my breasts with his mouth and tongue. “I strive to please.”

I don’t say anything. Not with words. Instead, I rock my hips over him. He leans his head back and, pressing his lips into a thin line, closes his eyes and moans.

“Bailey,” Tim’s hands slip under my hair and fan it behind my shoulders. “I’m aching to be inside you.”

There’s a tightening in my belly and an unfamiliar throbbing between my legs.

“I’ve never done this before,” I say, nervous my admission is going to send him running.

“Sex?”

“A one-night stand.”

“Mmm.” With his hands on my hips, he considers my words as he continues to guide me over his lap. “Nothing more has to happen.”

I wind my fingers through his hair, staring into his hooded eyes. He looks like he’s under a spell. He must be if I have this kind of effect on him.

“I never said I didn’t want to. I just said I never had.”

“Why does it have to be a one-night stand?”

“What else could it be?”

“What if I want to be with you for as long as you're here?”

Without a word, I get off his lap and stand in front of him in the shallow water. I don’t miss the disappointed look that settles in his eyes and on his face. Enjoying the role of a sex goddess, I hook my fingers into the bottom of my bathing suit.

Tim’s hungry eyes are glued to me as I shift my hips side to side and slide it down my legs, baring myself completely to him. He looks me over, his mouth open and breathing hard. I ignore the tiny part of me that still worries someone might find us here, caught in the moment. Although I don’t want to admit it, the thought sets me on fire.

In a flurry of movement, he maneuvers his suit down his legs and tosses it outside of the hot tub. My eyes lock in on his long, thick shaft. I don’t know if the water magnifies his size, but he's so much bigger and thicker than Corey. So much bigger than anyone I've ever seen in real life before.

“Music,” I pant.

“You want music?” He trails the back of his fingers down my breast and over my nipple. “Let me get my phone.”

“No.” I shake my head, swallowing hard. “What do you like?”

“Oh. Alternative,” he whispers.

His penetrating eyes are on fire as he looks deep into mine while leaning back and stroking himself. I can't force my eyes away. I don't want to. Watching him touch himself with me as his inspiration is incredibly erotic.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” His voice drops. It’s deep and gravelly and betrays his desire.

“Yes!” I answer, my heart pounding.

“Good. Because this is all I wanted to do since I saw you walking the hall in your robe.” He pulls me to him and repositions me on his lap. I’m so focused on him, on the smooth way his muscles ripple as he moves, I don’t hear his question. “Bailey,” he gently tugs on my hair.

“Huh?”

“Did you have anything on under that robe?” His hand reaches between my legs, his delicate touch startling me.

“No.” I lean my head back and arch my back, pushing my breasts toward him.

“I knew it,” he growls, pinching my nerve bundle and nipping on my shoulder. “Did you want to open your robe for me last night?”

I nod. “Yes.”

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