Page 28 of Feast

“So I see.” Her lips curved in a sexy little smile. “Want to pull up a lounger and bake a while?”

He wished he could see her eyes. “I’m not much of a sun worshiper.”

“Me either,” she confessed and lifted a hand to gesture overhead. “Hence the umbrella.”

“Hmmm. How long you been down here?”

“Half an hour or so.”

“You planning to hang around for a while?”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “I guess that depends on whether or not I have anything better to do.”

Testing, he skimmed a finger down her spine. She shivered, her skin roughening with goosebumps. “I might have some ideas about that.”

“Yeah?”

He let his hand rest on her lower back, soaking up the heat radiating from her skin. “Yeah.”

“Tell me,” she murmured, arching into his touch.

He increased the pressure of his hand on her back, pushing her down. She resisted for a heartbeat, then sank softly back down into the lounger. He smiled. “I’d rather show you.”

“Oh, me too,” she said on a breathless laugh. “But before you do…”

She stretched an arm out and snagged a silver gift bag that he hadn’t noticed sitting on the table next to her. Twisting slightly, she held it out. “I got a couple of things.”

Surprised, he took the bag. “Like what?”

“Take a look,” she suggested and laid back down.

Intrigued, he rose to his feet and peered into the bag, then let out a bark of laughter. “Where’d you find this?”

“This is Vegas, baby,” she reminded him. “It wasn’t that hard to find bondage rope.”

He lifted one of the bundles out of the bag, fingering the fibers. It was undyed, the soft hemp still in its natural blonde color. “How much did you buy?”

“Three bundles of ten feet.” One eyebrow lifted. “I figured you should be able to do something with that.”

“I think I can manage.” When he tucked the rope back in the bag, his knuckles bumped up against something hard. “What else is in here?”

“Oh, I got a couple of other things while I was at it.”

She was wearing that sexy little smile again, the one that made him want to gobble her up in sharp, greedy bites. “Like?”

Her shoulders lifted in a light shrug. “Take a look.”

Keeping his gaze on her face, he dug back into the bag. His fingers brushed a smooth cylinder, and he wondered for a moment if she’d bought a vibrator. Then he pulled it out. “Lube?”

“I love lube,” she said with an affectionate purr, almost as though she was talking about a lover. “Lube is my friend.”

“I’m pretty fond of it myself,” he murmured, his gaze drifting back to her butt.

She sat up and stretched, bare breasts gleaming in the sunlight, then bent forward to dig in the big straw bag next to the lounger. “There’s one more thing in there, but that one’s really just for me,” she told him, pulling out a cotton shift the same color as her bikini bottoms out of the bag.

Distracted by the view—her tits were even sweeter than he remembered—he dug absently back into the bag, frowning when all he found was an empty plastic case for…

“A butt plug?” he asked, keeping his voice low.

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