Page 51 of Scandalous Secrets

“Ditto,” I said.

“On it.” Troy stood up and walked up to the beach house, through the French doors. I sighed as I put my hands behind my head and looked up at the sky. This was a vacation I never wanted to leave. The weather was warm, but not too hot. The water felt like the air. The perfect temperature to swim in. Or make love in, as we knew from last night. If I spent my whole life on this beach, I would be happy.

I dreaded going back to New York tomorrow. Back to the cold and sleet. Back to hiding whatever this thing was between me and Troy. I didn’t know what it was, and there were times I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to ruin a good thing with labels. A label wouldn’t change the fact that he was my boss and a relationship would probably land us both in hot water.

For now, I tried to just be happy with the way he looked at me. The way he touched me. It had to be enough. And sometimes, it was. It was enough to make my heart stop beating for a split second and then restart, like I was coming back to life. I didn’t want to lose that feeling.

“I like you,” said Erica, looking up at the sky through her gold aviators that probably cost more than my rent.

“I like you, too,” I said, turning toward her.

“I mean, you’re a badass on your own. Being a novelist and all. But I like you for my brother too. He’s not always this…fun.”

“Thank you,” I said. “We have a good time together.”

“Stick around, okay?” she said.

I nodded.

I’ll try,I thought to myself.

I heard Troy’s footsteps approaching and looked up to see him carrying a blender full of pina colada mix and doing a little dance, even though there was no music. I smiled in amusement.

“Your drinks, ladies,” he said with a grin. I saw his face was a little red, probably from the rum.

“See?Fun,” said Erica as she sat up and handed him her glass, which he overflowed with the strong pineapple drink.

I laughed as he refilled my glass and then his own. He set the blender down in the sand and I watched his eyes roll over my body slowly. I may as well have been naked in this teeny hot pink bikini, and under his gaze I wished I was so I could have him right here in the sand. My breath picked up slightly as his eyes turned a darker, more lustful shade of green. I wondered what he would do if his sister wasn’t right there. The thought made something inside me twitch.

“I need a snack,” said Erica suddenly, pulling herself to her feet. She swayed a little bit in the sand before steadying herself.

“Me too,” said Troy. “Hey, will you make your famous guacamole?”

“Oooh. Yes. Good idea. I’ll be right back.”

Troy sat on the towel next to me and called over his shoulder, “Take your time.”

As soon as she had disappeared through the French doors of the house, he rolled over and grabbed my breast through the thin material of my bikini. I gasped at his forwardness, but gladly welcomed it.

“I’ve been waiting to do this since I saw you come out wearing the sexiest bikini I have ever seen,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers now circled my nipple, making it peak.

His other hand was now traveling down my abdomen until his fingertips were at the waistband of my bottoms. I sucked in a breath as his fingers slipped underneath the material.

“Your sister…” I said breathlessly.

“Is busy,” he finished before grazing his teeth against my earlobe.

“But she’s right through those doors,” I said, squirming at his touch.

“Then try to be quiet,” he whispered before he dipped a finger into me.

I let out a whimper of pleasure as he swirled his finger around.

“It feels like you’ve been waiting for this too.” His words were gruff against my ear and I instinctively let my legs fall apart, giving him full access to me.

He propped himself up on his elbow and brought his mouth to mine as his finger moved in and out of me, the palm of his hand rubbing against me. My back arched in pleasure, our mouths pressing tightly together as our tongues moved at the same speed of his hand. Any minute his sister could come out, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t. I was completely lost at the touch of his hand.

He started moving quicker, pumping two fingers inside of me. I could hear my wetness against his hand as my orgasm began to build inside of me. I lifted my hips to have more of him.

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