Page 36 of Craving Paradise

“Us running into each other no matter how accidental will jeopardize it if they found out,” she explains softly.

“How? We didn’t preplan it.”

Lauren floats around, taking her time to answer my question.

“Have you forgotten the club’s rules?”

“No,” I answer sharply.

“Then it’s best I stay here, and you stay there. That way nothing can happen between us.”

“You think something would happen between us?” I ask, walking toward the edge of the pool.

Lauren gives me a deadpan look of ‘what the hell do you think?’

“Jasper,” she warns.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about that night. I keep repeating in my mind the way you came all over my dick. Just thinking about it now is making me hard,” I confess as I readjust myself.

Lauren’s eyes flutter shut for the tiniest moment before she shakes whatever thought away. “You don’t think I haven’t thought about that night too?”

She has?

“What happened that night didn’t feel like a normal night at the club.”

Lauren swims around, and I notice she distracts herself with the water each time she doesn’t want to answer a question.

My ego is getting the better of me, so I must ask, “I wondered if the memories of that night kept you wet all these days since then.”

Lauren stops moving around and hovers in the one spot as she looks over at me, those blue eyes almost the color of the pool water she’s swimming in.

“Every single time I use my vibrator,” she confesses.

Fuck.

Now I’m one hundred percent hard.

“What about when you were fucking other people?” I ask her as my eyes dance across her near-naked skin with hunger. I’m heading closer to that line I shouldn’t be crossing with her.

“Is that something you really want to know?” she asks, raising a brow at me.

“I’m curious, is all.”

“I don’t think your ego needs more stroking,” she answers playfully.

I know what needs stroking urgently—my dick. It’s pressing painfully against the seam of my jeans, and I’m going to need relief soon.

“You want to know if I pictured your cock filling me up instead of another man’s?”

“I want to know if the thought of me filling you up had you coming all over another man’s cock.” I think we might be nearing that line.

“This week, yes, but who knows what will happen next? Someone else might come into the club and take your spot in my personal spank bank.” She grins as she glides through the water, chuckling to herself.

“You’re lucky you’re in the pool. Otherwise, you’d be bent over that sun lounge with a pink ass for being so cheeky.”

“Promises, promises.” She chuckles from the pool, swimming around like a damn siren of the sea, tempting me into the water.

Her infectious laugh grabs me. I kick my shoes and socks off, roll up my jeans, and dip my legs in the pool.