Page 43 of Ms. Lead

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We spend most of the rest of the day lazily on the couch. I promised I would give him time to review his work notes while we are here, so he does that, and I pull out my headphones and listen to my latest audiobook while resting my head on his lap. I keep my eyes closed but occasionally peek at him through lowered lids, admiring his features as he reads.

He’s so expressive, scowling and squinting when he can’t read his own writing, thoughtful when he’s considering a specific item of interest, and what looks like sheer joy when he happens upon a particularly juicy train of thought.

Watching his brain at work is so attractive that I have to restrain myself from grabbing his notes and tossing them in the air just to make him look at me that way. A thoughtful Oliver is downright sexy as hell.

Toward the end of the afternoon, we pack a cooler and take the boat out to my favorite spot in the middle of the lake to watch the sunset like I promised. We’re not the only ones with this idea, and we have to be careful not to get too close to anyone else.

Oliver is not an experienced boater but a quick learner who easily helps drop the anchor and position the boat. Watching him work the chains and rope while donning a baseball cap, aviator sunglasses, well-fitting t-shirt, jeans, and the oh-so-sexy scruff on his chin makes this adventure even more memorable.

He has never been more swoon-worthy than he is right now.

He catches me admiring him and smiles, turning up that hotness rating that much more.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Ms. Torino?”

“Why, yes. Actually, I am. Thank you very much.”

When he finishes setting the anchor, he comes over to me, nudging himself between my thighs and pressing against me. There’s a smirk on his lips, and his hands run along my bare shoulders and up my neck, sending shivers through my body.

As I look up at him, I see myself in the reflection of his sunglasses, and it makes me giggle.

“What is so funny?” He leans back and cocks his head at me, which makes me laugh more as my reflection warps further.

“Me,” I chuckle, unable to stop now. “I’m making sexy eyes at myself in your glasses. It’s a little awkward.”

“Oh. Geez. I’m sorry about that.” He quickly takes the offending sunglasses off and tosses them on the seat next to me.

“It’s okay,” I say, still laughing. “I just don’t find myself that hot.”

He moves back in, sliding his fingers through my hair and cupping the back of my head, he pulls me into a deep and languid kiss. It steals my breath, and I'm nearly gasping when we come up for air.

Nobody has had the effect on me that he does. Just a touch from him, and sometimes even just the thought of a touch from him, sends me into a tailspin of desire. If there weren’t other boats within shouting distance, we would be doing something completely different right now.

“Well, rest assured that I do. What are you thinking?” he asks, playing with my hair. He still has that smirk, so I get the feeling he knows exactly what I was thinking.

Well, let’s see what he does when I say it out loud.

“I was thinking that you look especially hot today, and I’d really love you to fuck me right now,” I say matter-of-factly but low and breathy to get the full effect.

I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, and the smirk is gone. It’s replaced with open-mouthed shock, and I can’t help but smile wickedly at him. He was not expecting me to be so forward.

Well, here I am, in all of my full-blown red aura.

He turns away from me quickly, glancing around the boat, and I don’t know what he’s doing. Did I do something wrong? Maybe I shouldn’t be so forward. It could be a turn-off for him.

Suddenly, he’s in motion, grabbing the bench seat padding from the back and laying it on the boat floor. After checking on the other boats around us, he grabs me by the waist, lifts me off my captain’s chair, and lowers me to the cushions. His mouth takes mine as he deftly undoes the button and fly of my shorts, and his hand slides down so his fingers can graze my center.

“Fuck, Bianca, you’re already so wet,” he whispers, his hot breath on my neck as he paints kisses across my collarbone. “Do you really want me to fuck you right now?”

I don’t even think twice. My body blazes wherever our bodies meet, and my skin craves his where we don’t.

“Yes. I do. I want you to fuck me.”

“Christ on a bike,” he mutters under his breath.

His fingers work me harder, pressing just the right angle of my clit to make me shudder beneath him, my breathing becoming ragged with desire. The scent of his cologne mixed with his sweat from being in the sun drives me crazy.

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