Page 65 of Juicy Pickle

Her voice is ragged as I make my way down her belly. “The whole time?”

“Mmmm.” I slide a finger along the top edge of her bikini bottom. “Since Gloria brought you into my office for your first interview.”

“Really?”

The bottom is held with similar clasps to the top, one on each hip. “Mmm hmm.” I flick one open. “You were wearing a dark burgundy dress with a black jacket.”

“They didn’t quite match. I got them at a thrift store.”

“When you sat down and crossed your legs, the skirt caught on your knee and revealed some of your thigh before you straightened it.”

“You remember that?”

I open the second clasp. “I remember everything.”

“What did you think of me then?”

“I was worried about working closely with someone that set me off like you did.”

“I did?” She sounds like she doesn’t quite believe it, like no one has told her what an effect she can have.

“I spent half the interview trying to focus on the questions. You were smart and capable, and I could see I would be an idiot not to hire you.”

“But.” Her voice wavers as I slowly inch the bikini bottom away from her skin.

“I kept wanting to do things like this.” I spread her thighs apart and take my first long, slow lick of her. Her body is warmand perfectly wet. I use my thumb to spread her wider. I want farther in.

Her entire body shudders as I take a deeper dive. She’s deliciously responsive, her hips lifting to meet me.

And I have all the time in the world.

“Rhett,” she murmurs. “Remember, it’s okay…”

I lick my finger to ensure there isn’t any wayward sand before sliding it inside her. I work her from the inside while flicking my tongue against all the spots I’m learning make her writhe beneath me.

She grabs handfuls of sand, and some of it dusts my shoulders as she realizes what she’s done and lets it go. Ah, we are going to be a mess. A naked swim will be perfect after this. I want to watch her orgasm in the moonlight, emerging from the sea like Aphrodite.

“Rhett!” Her voice rises, more urgent as I speed up, curling my finger to add pressure.

Her thighs quiver, her belly tight. I could do this all night, my face buried in her, my gaze lifting to skim her naked body, breasts tipped in firelight, her hair in disarray.

She’s a goddess. She’s mine. I will make sure we never have to wish for each other across an office desk, unaware of how the other feels.

Her nub swells, and I suck on it. This takes her over the edge. She shouts into the night, my name, her creator, unintelligible sounds. The waves crash behind her voice, the moon rising over the water.

Fuck, this is hot. I’ve been half in love with her for years, but this is the final straw.

“Rhett, Rhett, Rhett, Rhett.” Her body quivers, and her sandy hands grip my hair. “What have you done?”

I think she knows. There’s no need to say I told you so.

She relaxes, her body resting back on the towel. “I believe you.”

I chuckle. “Good.”

She rests an arm on her forehead, then sputters. “Oooh, I’m sandy!”

I laugh, kissing my way back to those perfect breasts. “No sheets to grab. Shall we take a dip to wash off?” I am so going to fuck her in the waves.

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