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“You mean the guy who followed his girlfriend around like she had him on a leash?” she chuckles.
“Yep.”
Pen giggles, then sighs, relaxing a little more into my embrace. I inch my fingers higher, cupping my own thighs, but letting my thumbs rest on hers.
“People watching with you was fun,” she says quietly, like she doesn’t want to admit it.
“We wrote some pretty good stories.”
“I wonder how ‘sex in the hot tub’ couple is doing. I think about them a lot.”
“Oh,God. I thought I’d scrubbed them from my brain,” I groan, resting my forehead on her shoulder.
“Sorry. Poor baby. Not into exhibitionism. I almost forgot,” she teases.
My muscles tense, including the ones in the dumb organ between my legs. I try to scootch back, but she follows, keeping us melded together in that chair in the far corner of Aaron and Lucy’s living room.
Game on?
I don’t know if I can let myself go there again. What happened in the shower was a one time thing. Friends helping friends.
So why is her ass scooting backwards on my lap?
I nuzzle my forehead against her bare skin, where her skimpy little top is teasing me with the fact that she probably isn’t wearing a bra.
“Excuse me for not wanting the night workers at the resort to see my dick,” I mumble into her shoulder.
“Why do you think I kept it in my mouth for so long?” she giggles—but also, doesn’t? Her voice has that timbre again, the one that tastes of dangerous decisions I want to deep dive into.
I groan again, then inch my hand up onto her thigh and squeeze.
“I’m trying so bad to be good, Pen. Why do you have to make it so hard?”
“Oh, it’shard?”
She rotates her butt in my lap, right up against my swelling dick, and I swear I could come right now in these gym shorts. Gripping her thigh, I perch my chin on her shoulder and press my mouth to her ear, echoing the same words I asked her on the beach.
“How much have you had to drink?”
Her breath hitches.
“Just the one,” she pants. “I, uh… Booze makes me sleepy. You know that.”
I do. Because she fell asleep on my chest that night, and then fought with me the whole walk back to our hotel that it was because of the beers, and not the two orgasms I gave her.
Scanning the rest of the room tells me that one—we’re in a dark corner, and two—everyone else is otherwise occupied. Enough so that I can reach my hand down her thigh to find the high slit of her skirt I’d noticed earlier in the evening. Her bare skin is heaven on my fingertips. I tickle my fingers up and down her right thigh, her left still firmly in my grasp with my thumb running circles over the inside. Her breathing deepens, thenquickens, like it can’t quite make heads or tails of what’s about to happen.
Neither can I.
Until her head tilts back, lulling slightly against my shoulder.
“Anthony,please.”
It’s an alarm in my ears, and when I see someone’s head turn, I freak.We are in a room full of people—several of which we know. But the guy who looked in this direction turns the other way, smiling when he recognizes who he was looking for. Right at that moment, the karaoke machine starts up, and I inch my foot onto the accelerator.
“Shh. Quiet, Penelope Jayne.Iknow how loud you can be, but do you want the rest of our friends to?”
I wait on bated breath after I foolishly let that stupid question exit my mouth.