Chapter 12 #2
I’d try not to make another one like it.
Jasper
Sheridan splashed in the water, the waves licking at her thighs. I was standing in deeper water, enough to cover my attentive dick. The damn thing had started banging on the door of my swim trunks as soon as Sheridan shimmied out of her shorts.
When she’d taken off her shirt, I’d had to turn my back to her and charge right into the cold water. It might be the middle of summer, but the water temperature was enough to make sure blood flow stayed close to the heart.
Her body was full of curves, and her modest blue-and-yellow suit did more than hint at them. The flare of her hips, the dip in her waist, and sweet mercy, her tits were all on full display, covered by the thinnest material.
“It’s nice once you get used to it.” She picked through the water, looking down with each step.
The lake was clear enough to see our feet, and for now, we were alone.
The boats didn’t often come in this part of the bay.
Too shallow and too disturbed by swimmers for good fishing.
As for the beach, it wasn’t the best for frolicking.
Rocks stuck up everywhere, and I spotted at least two empty fifths of something strong from kids who liked to party in the dark.
The privacy was a draw, along with the cliff that overlooked the other side. I looked up the slope that led to the cabin my grandmother left for me. Soon, I wouldn’t have a claim to it.
She gently pushed off toward me, her hair getting soaked and floating around her. “It’s so gorgeous out. I should do this every day.”
“You shouldn’t swim in open water alone.”
“I can’t drag you out each time.” She paddled sideways in front of me, the swell of her hip showing above the water.
“Why not?” If I had to see her in that swimsuit each day, it would be a slow, sweet torture. I wouldn’t miss it.
She rolled her eyes and rotated to her back, her chest jutting above the surface. My groan slipped out before I could stop it.
She put her feet down. “Are you okay?”
“No, boss. Not with so much of you I can look at but not touch.” I shouldn’t have admitted that, but no lie came to me quick enough.
She blinked. The ends of her hair dripped onto her shoulders, and the drops slid to exactly where I wanted to go. “When you say that, I can’t tell if you’re joking.”
“I’m as serious as this erection that keeps trying to pop up.
” I should’ve kept that to myself. I would control myself as long as I needed to, but the woman had to know what she did to me.
If she wanted to be just friends or boss and employee, that was fine.
But I didn’t want her to be caught off guard by the strength of my attraction.
“Oh.” Her gaze dipped to my waist as if she could see through my trunks, and it was as good as stroking my dick. I bit back a groan. Curiosity filled her wide gaze. “Do you really react like that around me?”
The way she said it like she couldn’t believe how my body behaved because of her, or that she didn’t buy I couldn’t stop thinking about her, didn’t sit well with me.
Not to mention that I constantly found a reason to be with her.
“I have literally jacked off, and ten minutes later, I see you walking to work, and I have to give myself a few extra minutes in my pickup so I don’t walk around with an erection. ”
She laughed, a sound full of disbelief. “Right.”
I cut through the distance between us until we were inches apart. She swallowed and backed up, but I snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her toward me.
When her cool body was flush with mine, I dipped my head down. “Can you feel that? That’s not just because it’s been a while for me.”
Her breath hitched. “It’s not?”
“You don’t think nearly as highly of yourself as you should. If you weren’t my boss, I would show you.” But she was, and I should stop this. It’d be harder for her to get the respect she desired. Meanwhile, everyone would treat me the same way.
It was just that I’d never been drawn so strongly to someone, and it seemed a shame to just ignore it. Our chemistry was as natural as the bay around us.
Her breathing was shaky. “What if…” She licked her lips, and I was so damn close. I could kiss her so easily. We had this side of the bay to ourselves. I could do more. “What if I pointed out that there’s no official fraternization policy?”
“I’d say that you’re still afraid to look unprofessional around your employees.”
Her gaze flickered. She couldn’t argue. It’d been her concern from the beginning. “What if…they don’t see us?”
My stomach clenched, and my breath whooshed out.
I had given her time to think. To come to a decision. She was there, but it had to be something we both understood. I wanted her to have everything, and that included the pleasure I could give her. “I need you to say it.”
“I want to mess around.” A blush spread up her chest to her face.
“Yeah? And what does that entail?” I pushed for more, to hear naughty things that started in her head. To know I wasn’t alone experiencing exquisite torture.
“Jasper Duke, you’re just being ornery.”
A full-bellied laugh left me. I hadn’t expected her to call me on my insistence. “What if I just want to hear some dirty words come out of those pretty pink lips?”
She stroked her gaze over my face, down to where she clutched my shoulders. My dick wasn’t as restrained in the trunks, and it was happy being squeezed between us at the moment.
“You want to hear about how I’d like you to fuck me?”
I sputtered, caught between laughing and choking. She cringed and tried to slip out of my grasp.
I held her close enough she couldn’t escape. She said it, but it didn’t come naturally to her. There was something so damn endearing about that; I’d never be able to forget it. “Yes, actually. Tell me exactly how you’d like to be fucked.”
She rested her warm forehead on my chest. “I’m going to die slowly.”
“Want me to tell you first?”
Jerking her head up, her eyes were wide. “Y-yes.”
I spread my hands along her back. There was too much suit, but her curves were still against me. “I’d take my time tasting you. Everywhere.”
Her lips parted.
Oh, Sheridan. I was only beginning. “I’d start at that mouth that just begs to be kissed, then kiss a line all the way down”—I traced a line from her neck to her cleavage—“here, where I’ll find out what color your nipples are. Are they nice and pink like your lips? Or a dusty rose?”
“Rose,” she whispered.
A groan left me. “And from there?” I slid my fingers down between her breasts and the sharp points of her nipples poking out until my hand was under the surface of the water. “I’ll work my way down to between those legs of yours that I want wrapped around me.”
Her eyes went soft and dreamy. Sheridan liked her dirty talk. “Then what?”
“My head will be between your thighs, and you’ll be wide open to me.
” I spread my hand on her hip, unwilling to put space between us so I could wedge between her legs.
I could wait until the right moment. “My tongue will be on that clit of yours that I know is going to be as sweet as kissing you is.”
A tremble racked her, moving from her to me. “Jasper.”
I dropped my head lower.
An engine roared and music blared, growing louder by the second. She tensed and pushed me away.
Damn. Just like that? I floated, keeping my hips angled down so it wasn’t clear what had been about to go on between us. My hurt feelings could get nursed later.
A car zipped into the parking lot, windows open and full of teens. Goddammit.
Sheridan sighed and went into deeper water until only her head poked out. “There goes our quiet beach.”
I put my feet down. “Nature of the beast.”
The country song they pumped through the air didn’t get shut off, just transferred to a Bluetooth as the kids unloaded and carried their towels and inflatables to the shore.
How far would Sheridan have let me go? When would I get to find out?