Page 16 of Stuck with the Grump

Clarke scowled and leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked me over, his gaze lingering on my mouth for a moment before he met my eyes. “Hot tub, huh?”

“Come on, old man, it’s fun. You know, you get naked, sit in some hot water, hang out and drink. And then maybe you can tell me why you’re hiding out here.”

“I think I could agree to that. Except the naked part.”

“Clarke, I’ve already seen your cock. I hate to break it to you, there’s nothing special about it.”

His jaw clenched, a fire burning in his eyes as he appraised me. With a smirk, I walked out of the house and to the back deck, adding a sway to my hips. As I pulled the cover off the hot tub, I could hear him swearing inside. When I looked through the window, he was throwing out the rest of the pancake mix.

“Come on, Grandpa,” I said, my tone teasing as the hot tub began to bubble. “You’re really not getting any younger.”

“I’m not that old.”

I smirked and pulled the top off the whiskey, taking a sip. “You’re not that young either.”

“You’re just a brat.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said, shimmying my leggings down my body before whipping off my shirt.

Clarke said nothing, instead watched me as I slipped out of my bra and panties. His eyes followed the path of my hands as I undressed, a hand rubbing through his short beard as I climbed into the hot tub.

“Coming or not?” I took another sip of the whiskey, feeling the warmth spreading through my body. “Come on, Clarke. Stop being so buttoned up and live a little. Life is too short to keep your balls contained.”

“What does your mother say about your language?” he asked teasingly as he stripped out of his own clothes.

My core warmed as I stared at his muscled body. When he shed his shorts, his cock sprung out semi-hard. I quirked an eyebrow and tilted the bottle his way. Clarke got in the hot tub and took the bottle, taking a long sip before setting the bottle down on the ledge.

“Okay,” I said, trying to ignore the way I wanted to straddle his lap until I was screaming in ecstasy. “Now, tell me why you’ve taken off to the woods with a bunch of boxes of paperwork.”

Clarke shook his head, his frown deepening. “I don’t think that’s a story worth sharing.”

“I know nothing about you. Virtually nothing, anyway. Why does a billionaire retreat to the woods with paperwork?”

“Why does a billionaire do anything?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t pretend I’m one of those bimbos you don’t have to talk to. We’re trapped here for days and the only company we have is each other.”

“Fine,” he said, grabbing the bottle and taking another sip. “It started with the greatest fortieth birthday present of all time—our business partner’s embezzlement coming to light.”

“Well, now that is a birthday gift to remember.”

“Yeah. Tyson and I are trying to keep it out of the media while we build our case, so I gathered all the financials since high school and brought them out here. I wanted some peace and quiet while I dug through everything we’ve ever done.”

“And I came out here and ruined that for you,” I said, holding my hand out for the bottle. Clarke passed it over with a smile. “I’m sorry I’m crashing your party.”

“It’s not so bad,” he said, his tone low as he looked at me.

I put the bottle to the side and crossed the hot tub, unable to resist him any longer. His eyebrow raised as I straddled him, my arms draping over his shoulders. His length hardened beneath me.

“What are we doing?” he asked softly, reaching up to push some hair behind my ear. “I’m still coming to terms with the fact that you’re my best friend’s sister.”

I shrugged, wriggling on his lap. He groaned, his hands falling to rest on my hips. His fingers dug into my hips as I rocked against his length again.

“Doesn’t seem to matter much out here, does it? We’re just a man and a woman trapped together for who knows how long. Maybe we just want to have a little fun while we’re here.”

His grip on my hips tightened, holding me in place as his eyes searched mine. “Is that what you want?”

“Is that what you want?” I countered, not willing to be the one making all the moves in our strange new relationship.

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