Page 23 of Bound in Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 3)

“Maybe I should go first. I’ve done this a hundred times.” Amie looked back at him, and he stared at her with an expression of revolt.

Milton bent and stepped over the edge of the formation. He eased his way down the hill, using the rocks that jutted out from the dirt as his path.

Amie followed. When she was halfway she stopped just to make sure he wasn’t having trouble and caught him staring up at her, her ass rather. She smiled and continued. “Let’s go, Campbell. Staring at my ass isn’t going to get you down the hill.”

“But it’s such a nice view.” She heard his heavy footing as he jumped. He had made it safely. Amie jumped onto the rock and took a deep breath. The air was so fresh up here. They were only forty-five minutes away from the city, but it was like they were in a different world.

“I can see why you like it here. It’s beautiful.” Milton sat the duffle bag on the rock and sat down. “Do you mind if we eat? I’m starving.” He looked up, a little boy face staring back at her.

“I’m hungry too.”

The banter didn’t stop as they ate their lunch. “Tell me how the great love affairs of our friends came to be,” Milton requested.

Amie laughed then took a sip of water. “Carrie and Aleks were inevitable. Ever since I’ve known her it was obvious that she was completely in love with him. Aleks not so much. But of course, match-maker Amie got her hands on Aleks’s spirit and worked her magic.”

“What? What do you mean his ‘spirit’?”

“I needed guinea pigs to practice on last year while I worked toward getting my Reiki Master designation. I forced Aleks to do it knowing that I could help set his mind straight. That boy was messed up big time, but he finally saw the light.”

“And what about Rob and Martina?”

“They ended up in bed together within hours of meeting each other.” Amie put down her sandwich and rubbed her hands together to get rid of any crumbs. “What was supposed to be a short-term fling turned into forever.” Amie looked at Milton. Those words resonated with him just as much as they did her. She could see it in his eyes. They were short-term. But there was no way this was turning into forever.

“I always had better willpower than Rob. I’m sure I won’t renege on my end of the deal.” Milton laughed, but it was forced.

“Right. I’m supposed to hate you, remember?” They both looked away and sat in silence. You hate him. His life goes against everything you stand for.

Milton broke the silence. “This is your favorite thing to do on your day off?”

“Wouldn’t you come here as often as you could? It’s my sanctuary.”

“I’m honored you’d bring me here.” They made eye contact and Amie felt the heat in his stare.

“What’s your favorite thing to do on your day off?”

“I don’t get a day off.” He laid back and lifted his arms, clasping them behind his head. “But if I had to choose, it’s been too long since I’ve played baseball.” He stared into the sun. “I was on the team in University, a pitcher.”

“I can picture that.” The image of Milton in a baseball uniform. The white pants hugging his perfect bottom. His forearms, strong and flexing, his bicep peeking out from under his shirt sleeve. “It’s a good thing you met me, Campbell, because you have a very uneventful life.”

“Is that so?” He turned his head toward her.

Amie moved the items between them and slid closer to his body. She rested her palm against his chest. Her hand rose and fell with his steady breathing. She moved her hand down, over his stomach toward the waistband of his shorts. “Now about that reward…”

“Here,” he squeaked. He looked from side to side then up, surveying their surroundings.

She slid her hand over his cock, his nervousness of being in public obviously not affecting his level of desire. She grabbed on to the hard shaft and rubbed. He groaned, letting his head fall back.

Amie worked her hand under his waistband. Lifting one leg up and over his body she straddled him, easing his shorts down just enough to release his erection.

“A–”

She enveloped his length in one huge swallow. His hands fumbled behind him as he leaned back for support. He groaned. Long and loud. She slid her mouth up and down his cock, working it with her tongue then using the slickness to pump her hand.

“Christ,” he roared. “You feel so good.”

His hand found the top of her head and he grabbed on to her hair, wrapping it around his fingers then into a fist. Milton slowed her movements. She snaked her hands under his t-shirt, rubbing across his chest as he guided her up and down his cock.

With every push of her head down his pelvis came up to meet her mouth. He pumped faster, his hand pushing harder as he fucked her mouth hard. Amie grabbed on to his thighs and let him control the actions. She clamped her thighs together, the moist fabric of her thong rubbing against her core.

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