“Let’s warm-up in the jacuzzi. Your nipples are rock hard; you must be freezing.”
I look down and, for the first time, I realize that you can see straight through the two layers of shirts I’m wearing. I should be embarrassed, but Sebastian’s heated gaze keeps me from feeling anything but want.
I want him.
You shouldn’t.
Maybe I should?
Just get a redo on the one time. Something to remember this time.
No, Millie.
Sebastian’s eyes flicker back and forth over my forehead like he can read my mind.
“Where’s your suit? I can get it for you,” Sebastian says.
He’s just as affected as I am. If we are going to fuck, it’s going to be because he begged for it, not because I did. I don’t usually strut around naked; it’s not my style. But I want to with Sebastian.
He thinks I’m wild, and I am, but not in this way.
I grab the bottom of both of the shirts I’m wearing and lift them over my head, still facing Sebastian. He’s frozen as he stares at me, not hiding where his gaze is this time—on my breasts.
I let him take in my body. I let the memory burn into his brain. My next move is even bolder—I undo the button on my jean shorts and slide them down my body until I’m naked in front of him.
His hand balls into a fist, and he bites his knuckles to keep from begging for me. I can see how close he is to breaking.
Give in, Sebastian. I want you, too.
But he doesn’t.
Soon, one of us is going to break. It’s only a matter of time.
/> “My first wife is hot.”
I blush.
He steps closer and drops his shorts.
Fuck me.
He’s gorgeous.
His cock is hard, just like every other part of him.
“So is my husband.”
“You ready to put our last activity on the table?”
“Are you?” My eyes cut down to his cock, which is very ready.
“Just say the word, Mrs. King.”
“Not until you beg, Mr. King.”
And then I turn and strut toward the jacuzzi on our private balcony.
“Fuck, you’re good, Millie,” I hear Sebastian curse under his breath.