Page 74 of Falling for the CEO

I glanced to the right where she was looking. Sure enough, there were three other boats that hadn't been there before. I groaned.

"My bad," I said.

"Where were we?" she murmured, more to herself.

"I was about to make you come. We realized it's not the best idea."

She pushed my shoulder playfully. "Not that. Oh yeah, I was going to put sunscreen on you."

She poured a bit in her palm and then used two fingers to spread it on my face and neck and then my forearms. She did it with a tenderness that made me want to break all rules of decency for her.

"My turn," I said.

I put some on her arms, spreading it slowly, massaging it into her skin. Her hair was even lighter in the sunlight.

She groaned. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Protecting you? Oh yeah, definitely."

"Spencer, you know what I mean."

I looked up at her. "I can't stop myself when I'm with you. I have no control."

"Neither do I, but it makes me happy. I didn't think I could do this at all! Open up, I mean. Trust someone with my thoughts and feelings."

I gripped her right wrist tightly. "Penny, you can always trust me, no matter what. You know that, right?"

"I'm starting to learn that."

Yes, fuck yes. Earning this woman's trust was very important to me.

"Now your legs," I said, taking her right one and putting cream all over it and then drawing my hands up her inner thigh.

"You think a lot of sun is going to go in there, huh? Under my dress?" she challenged as I moved on to her other thigh.

"The fabric might slip and leave your skin exposed."

"Mm-hmm, I'm sure that's why you're being so thorough."

I pinched her thigh lightly. She gasped and then laughed, throwing her head back.

"You're playing a dirty game, Spencer Whitley."

"I'm not even pretending otherwise. I can't stop touching you."

"Well, you have to," she said, abruptly moving back to her seat. "There are even more people crowding in."

She was right. I had no idea how it was possible, but every time I was with her, the world around us seemed to fade into a blurry background. I was only aware of it when she pointed it out.

She sighed. "Oh, I wish I could come to the lake every day.”

"Why don't you?" I asked. "You said your schedule is flexible."

"My job keeps me busy, and I’m taking more freelance projects than usual too.”

"Why?"

"I spent most of my nest egg on my lawyer. Now I'm trying to build it back up."

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