Page 51 of Mile High Baby

“Looks to me like you’re skinny dipping.”

She nodded. “Maybe something mind-blowing will happen. You know what they say...”

“What do they say?” My eyes were riveted to the V-line of her robe where I could see the swells of her ample tits. Tits that my mouth watered to suck.

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.” She dragged her hand over her chest down to her cleavage. “I’m prepared for the opportunity to get lucky.”

Jesus fuck. I swallowed as need all but consumed me. It was possible I’d come right there. That would be a first. Except for nocturnal dream state ejaculations, I’d never come without actually fucking or stroking my dick.

But I had work to do.

“What about you, Alex? Are you feeling lucky?”

“I’m hotter than fuck.”

She smiled, and it was like the sun. I was in fucking trouble.

“Well, you know where I’ll be.” She turned and sauntered out of the kitchen, my eyes riveted to her ass. Yep, I was fucked.

I turned my attention to the computer. I could take a break, right?

I made it to the pool area just as she dove in. My heart did weird things in my chest as I saw her naked form glide through the water. She came up on the other side and gave me a sexy smile.

“Opportunity has arrived.” I dove in, gliding straight to her pussy, which I licked before coming up for air. Then I fucked her like my life depended on it.

The next night, she showed up late in the kitchen. I’d already fucked her in her bed and was now in my work area finishing up a few things. She entered, her hair mussed and her lips swollen from the kisses I’d given her just a few hours ago. She was wearing her robe again, and my dick was already rising.

“Going swimming?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. I’m hungry.” She opened the fridge. Because of the angle of my nook and the refrigerator, I couldn’t see what it was. All I knew was that I was disappointed she hadn’t shown up to seduce me.

“Oh, damn,” she said.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

She appeared at my nook. Her robe was open, revealing that delectable skin of hers. Dripping between her tits was something that looked suspiciously like chocolate syrup. “I spilled,” she complained with a pout.

Warning bells clanged in my head. We were too exposed. There was too much risk of getting caught. My adrenaline kicked up the same way it did when I was jumping from a plane or skiing unplowed territory of a mountain.

“Let me help you.” My hands slid behind her, gripping her ass as I tugged her close. I ran my tongue over the chocolate, moaning at the taste of the cold, sugary syrup on her hot, exotic skin.

When I finished, I looked up at her. Her smile was sweet and sexy as she held up the bottle of syrup. “Would you like more?”

“Fuck yeah.” I took it from her and moved her into the kitchen. I lifted her onto the island and then squeezed the chocolate all over her. She’d come four times before she took the bottle from me and demanded a turn.

I’ve had a lot of diverse sexual experiences, but never chocolate on my dick. The chocolate was erotic, but the way Victoria devoured my cock... I’d never come that hard, that long, in my life.

Later that night, as I lay alone in my bed, I realized that Henry would be home the day after tomorrow and I was nowhere near burning out this fire for Victoria. In fact, it seemed to be burning hotter.

Two nights later,I understood what “going cold turkey” meant. I enjoyed seeing Henry and Victoria’s reunion. I was glad he was home safe and had been able to make preparations for the business that would make it easier to protect him. But Jesus fuck, my balls were turning blue from lack of contact with Victoria.

I sat in his office reviewing everything I knew at this point with him and Victoria. I wasn’t a man who was easily spooked, but I was terrified that some look or gesture I’d make toward Victoria would reveal what I’d been doing. What I wanted to keep doing. Even when we weren’t fucking, the woman ensnared me with her strength, her humor, her openness. I felt bewitched. I was well and truly fucked. I understood now that when this ended, and it would—it had to—I’d feel like shit. There would be a hole left by her absence. I wasn’t looking forward to that.

“What happens if the D.A. doesn’t move forward?” Henry asked, drawing me from my dirty thoughts of Victoria and my fear of getting caught.

“It’ll be more of the same if you continue to write shit about Pitney. If you’re lucky, he’ll resort to non-lethal tactics.”

Victoria frowned at me. “Like what?”