Page 22 of Bound in Lingerie (Bare Naked Designs 3)

sp; He and Amie had gotten off on the wrong foot, and under normal circumstances he would have brushed off her malicious comments and moved on. But there was something about her, something that stirred his soul. No matter how much she despised him or his business he had a crazy urge to explore everything about her.

No, you’re not crazy. You just promised yourself you would get a life. And Amie was just a small detour to get him warmed up. Without his father and sister, he wasn’t reminded of his life every second of every day. And he had no doubt that Amie was the perfect girl to distract him from…himself.

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Guzzling a bottle of water, Amie waited for Milton to return from the bathroom. He would be hurting tomorrow. The yoga session had likely forced him to use muscles he probably didn’t even know existed.

Amie didn’t want the day to end. Not by a long shot. It surprised the shit out of her. He was supposed to be the man she hated. Despite the very intense, very pleasurable, very satisfying sex session they’d had, he was the enemy for all intents and purposes. Yet she felt the need to help the enemy.

But was she really helping? Amie was using him just as much as he was using her. Milton was getting free no-strings sex and fun, something that was obviously lacking in his life or he wouldn’t have agreed. And Amie got the chance to take control, play out her fantasies that other men shot down. Getting a man to agree to let her call the shots was the perfect way to test her inner desires.

Her concentration was broken when she noticed Milton walking down the hall toward her. He had a calm, confident stride. His red shorts hung to his knee and the black sleeveless t-shirt stretched over his hard muscular chest. The smooth skin of his arm covering hard biceps, strong biceps. Amie remembered those arms wrapped tight around her body.

He stepped to where she was leaning against the wall, a sly smirk on his sexy face. “When do I get my reward?”

“One-track mind.” She chuckled.

“Can’t help it. You forced me into a room with a bunch of women wearing tight clothes and sticking their asses in the air.” He stepped closer and wrapped one arm around her body, pulling her close. He smelled of sweat. A musky smell of man. “I especially enjoyed watching your ass.”

“I knew you’d like yoga.”

He dipped his head as if to kiss her, but she turned away.

“Not here.” She scanned the hall and rooms around them. “Let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” Amie didn’t get many days where she didn’t have to work. And on those rare occasions, she made the most of it.

They made a pit stop at the grocery store and bought the fixings for a picnic and some bottled water. She booted onto the highway, traveling north until it ended. Subdivisions were few and far between the farther they traveled until nothing but farm land and forest sat on either side of them.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” he asked. “I hope nowhere public, because I’m sweaty and–”

“There won’t be anyone around.” She looked over at him, his eyes squinting in the bright sun. “I promise.” Amie turned left off the main road and drove the short distance to the park.

“Are we hiking?”

“Not quite.” She parked the car in the large open space covered in gravel. Only one other car sat in the lot. Perfect. “This is my favorite place. Forks of the Credit River.” She pulled the keys out of the ignition. “Come on.” Amie transferred the food and water into Milton’s duffle bag, then locked up the car.

“I like to come here on my days off.” Amie lifted her black sunglasses off her face and rested them on her head. She scanned the park, green trees and bush surrounded them. There was a slight breeze, perfect for a leisurely walk through nature.

Milton pulled the strap of the duffle bag over his head and held it off to the side.

“Follow me. We’re going to my favorite spot.” It was a little too hot, but she took his hand anyway. Loving the feel of his skin against hers, loving the way their hands fit perfectly together.

She knew this was crazy. This was her sacred spot and she didn’t have a second thought at bringing him here. What did that say? Now wasn’t the time to analyze.

They walked twenty minutes through bush, over a few wooden bridges and down a set of wood stairs. The closer they got the louder the rush of water echoed around them. She stopped at the small hole in the vegetation and looked down. There was her rock. The water rushed across the river, white and frothy against it. “We’re going down there.” She pointed.

“Really? Where are the stairs?”

“No stairs. We climb down this hill.”

“You really are wild, aren’t you?”

She knew he wouldn’t object to a little physical exertion.

“Let me go first.” Milton pushed past her and surveyed the hill, his biceps flexing as he gripped the strap of the duffle bag.

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