Page 35 of Falling for Nicole
“You don’t need them.”
“What Ineedis to go home. I’ve got to work later, and my boss is a dickhead.”
“I’m sure you know how to handle him.”
“Clothes, Declan.”
When I turn around, he’s standing, still not giving a shit about being naked, and hard. “What?” he asks innocently. “I warned you about what it does to me when you say my name.”
“You’re fucking unbelievable. Now give me my clothes.”
“You don’t need them for what I’ve got planned.”
“That,” I say, gesturing towards the floor and both desks, “is not happening again.”
“Not right now, no. I’ve got something else in mind. But you’re wrong, because it will be happening again.”
“A little presumptuous, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I’m the best you’ve had. You’ll be begging me for more.”
I open my mouth to argue, but a memory of me saying those exact words as I was under him last night hits me. Why the fuck did I tell him that? I stamp down the voice inside that screamsbecause it’s the truthand put it down to the vodka I consumed.
“Here, put this on.” Some fabric is thrown at me and when I unravel it, I see that it’s a Dec’s surf bikini. “Just put it on, Ginge,” he adds before I get a chance to question him.
Deciding I’d rather be wearing a minuscule string bikini with his name on my left tit than be naked, I reluctantly put the fucking thing on.
“Here, take this,” Dec says, handing me a board when I find him in the shop, thankfully now wearing a pair of shorts. Him naked might be a sight to behold, but it was getting awkward, us having a conversation with his cock staring at me. This whole situation is weird enough without that.
“I really should get home.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ginge, and follow me.”
When we step out, I see the sun has just risen over the horizon, casting a stunning glow across the bay.
“It’s a beautiful morning. It’d be a shame to waste it by running home, don’t you think?”
I don’t answer, because at this point I really don’t know what I think.
Silently, we walk down to the sea. I would have thought it would be awkward after the night we shared, but I feel more confortable in his company that I usually would.
“I’m assuming you’ve never done this before.”
“Nope. I’m a virgin.”
“I can guarantee you’re not,” he says with a wink.
He spends a few minutes going through the basics on the sand, and I mostly manage to put the memories of last night aside to concentrate on what I need to be doing.
“Ready to give it a try?”
“Uh…” After a night that started with vodka and ended with an insane amount of sex, I’m pretty sure this is a bad idea. I already have aching muscles I didn’t know I had. “Sure.”
He must see my hesitation because he grabs my hand and pulls me out to sea.
“Fuck, it’s cold. Shouldn’t we be wearing wetsuits or something?”
“Normally, yes, but I didn’t want to cover up your beautiful skin.”
