Page 84 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
Looping an arm around my waist, Gray clamped our bodies together, then kicked hard toward the surface.
We broke it and locked mouths, barely taking a breath before giving into the desire to devour each other. He kept a loose hold on me with one arm and stroked the water with the other, moving us toward the shallow end of the pool.
“Do you want to get out already?” I asked.
“Nuh uh.” He shook his head, a wicked smile on his face. “I wanted to do…this.”
With his hands on my waist, he set me on the highest step of the pool stairs. In this position, the water came to just below my belly button. Gray flattened his body, floating as his hands gripped my knees and his legs stretched out behind him.
“I didn’t get to finish what I was doing the night I drew you at the fountain.” He licked his lips.
I looked around, suddenly nervous.
“Here?”
He nodded, his eyes narrowing in sexy menace. “Here. Now. All you have to do is let me.”
Rapid breaths lifted my chest, and my nipples hardened. The area between my legs grew hot and achy, desperate to accept what he offered.
Apparently, it was possible to get wet even underwater.
I nodded slowly, and Gray dragged himself forward until his head was positioned directly over my lap. Then he stroked my legs apart and lowered his face into the shallow water.
The contrast of his hot mouth to the relative coolness of the pool water was stimulating. What he did with his tongue was even more electrifying.
My clit had its own heartbeat now, throbbing in steady, ecstatic pulses as Gray licked and sucked, opening me gently with this thumbs and thrusting a big finger inside me while his tongue stroked me on the outside.
Within seconds I was writhing and panting, pleasure streaking through me in little comets as I came hard on his lips before he even needed to surface for a breath.
CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT
PRIVATE DONOR
Gray
Floating on her back, Scarlett looked like a water fairy, her skin luminous and her hair rippling around her in a golden cloud.
The problem with fairies was they were wicked hard to catch. Even if you could manage to capture one, they were nearly impossible to hold onto.
More and more often, I thought about the fast-approaching expiration date of our “fling.” I wasn’t sure about Scarlett, but I was falling hard.
I’d had more fun with her than I’d ever had with any woman. I was more attracted to her than I’d been to anyone in my life. I loved her voice, her body, her laugh. I loved her cookies.
The idea of her leaving made me feel like I was going to shrivel up and fade away no matterhowmuch I worked out.
“I could get used to this,” she said and sighed, a long, soft, happy sound that curled around my spinal column and sent zings of sensation to every extremity—including my dick, which should have been pretty fucking satisfied at this point but somehow wanted more.
“Why don’t you?” I suggested, working hard to sound nonchalant. “If you moved to Eastport Bay, you could visit Victoria’s pool every day.”
My heart thumped as I added, “Plus, you could see her every day. Andme.”
“Ifyoumoved to Minnesota, you could start an arts program in the juvenile detention system there,” Scarlett countered in a blithe tone. She did a couple of lazy backstrokes, propelling herself away from me.
Swimming to the side of the pool, I hoisted myself out, toweling off.
Scarlett stopped her lazy float, letting her feet drift to the bottom of the pool.
“Speaking of that… you know Vivi’s assigned me to find worthwhile charities to donate her money to. I was thinking, your arts non-profit would be a great cause. You could expand it to abunchof other states, maybe even take it nationwide.”
