Her eyes glittered with merriment and lust as she allowed him to pull her close so she straddled his lap. “What did you have in mind?”
“Depends on how daring you feel?”
Camilla wiggled in his lap, rubbing her blessedly bare pussy on his thick erection. “I feel very, very daring at the moment.”
Quinten gestured with his chin out the kitchen window as he slid his hands beneath the T-shirt and caressed the hot, silky flesh of her bare ass. Two perfect, firm handfuls. “See that out there?”
She looked out the window at the wooded back end of the property, which ringed a good-sized fishing tank. A pier extended into it from the right-hand bank. “The tank?”
“The pier.”
Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she giggled. “Scandalous, honey.”
“From the highest point of the bank, you can see two of our neighbors’ houses. But once you climb down to the pier and walk out onto it, none of the houses are visible. Of course, from this point, you can see right into the tank. As long as we’re home to watch over you, you could skinny-dip or lay out in the nude and we’d be the only ones who’d know. Of course, if we were with you, you’d be doing more than just swimming or sunbathing.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what?”
“We’d be keeping you very busy multitasking.”
She bit her succulent lower lip, and her eyes took on a faraway look as she turned her gaze to the tank. “Can we? Now?”
“Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”
“But we don’t have very long.”
“We have all the time we want. You’ve been given the day off, and I’m here to enforce it.”
“Oh, bossy. Whose idea was that?”
“Mr. Dominator, but I agreed to it. You need a day of rest and relaxation. Later, we’ll meet Ben and Ethan at the club. Right now, we’re going to have fun.”
“I don’t know where my bathing suit is.”
He squeezed her butt cheeks again. “You don’t need one. Just wear this or wrap up in a beach towel for now. The sun is out, and it’s warmed up some, so put on sunscreen.”
She scampered out and came back with her flip-flops on, a couple of beach towels, and a bottle of sunscreen. “I’ll let you put the sunscreen on me.”
“The pleasure would be all mine.”
He started the dishwasher with a happy growl and opened the back door for her. Cardinals perched around the ceramic birdfeeder in the yard, flapped their wings, and flew to the refuge of the mature pecan trees in the backyard. He clasped his fingers with hers as they descended the steps into the yard, and he thought how damned lucky they were to have a woman who was as adventurous as Camilla was.
“No one is coming to the house today?”
“No one. It’s just the two of us…as far as I know.” He added that little edge of uncertainty and smiled when she bit her lip again.
“I’ll keep my beach towel close at hand just in case.”
“Okay.” He helped her down the incline into the shallow basin of the tank, and she peered into the water, looking for fish, while he set the towels and her sunscreen down at the end of the pier and waited for her.
His instincts had been dead-on about how much she would enjoy the pier. He knew that because she smiled and pulled down the front of his T-shirt so that it was snug against her breasts and revealed her lush cleavage and showed off her hardened nipples through the thin fabric.
Damn, she’s perfect!
She gathered the hem of the T-shirt into her hands and twisted coquettishly as she lifted it and turned her ass to him. He couldn’t help but lick his lips and take devilish pleasure that she was all his for the next several hours. She twitched her derriere at him as she shimmied the T-shirt up an inch at a time, revealing more and more of her backside, the lush globes of her ass topping shapely thighs, and the smooth indentation of her waist and the outer curves of her full breasts. A perfect hourglass, and all theirs.
He could imagine himself sitting with her straddling his lap, just licking her bountiful, satiny breasts for hours, burying his face between them and breathing in her alluring scent. His cock tingled with need as he imagined lifting her and impaling her, her slick flesh enveloping him in a snug, rippling embrace.
She turned, holding the T-shirt to her chest, before she unselfconsciously dropped it on the wooden decking of the pier. It spoke to the part of his brain that still had enough blood left in it to function that she trusted him to keep her safe and didn’t bother looking around to make sure one last time that they were alone.
She kept her eyes on him as she took a step forward, slowly sauntering down the pier to him, poetry in motion. The sun glistened on her breasts, and the gentle breeze hardened her nipples. Remembering the towels, he stepped back and opened one of them up and spread it on the end of the pier. A fish came to the surface, searching for food, and swished as it darted away, startled by his motions. He didn’t pay attention, keeping his eyes on her as he felt around for the bottle of sunscreen, which was somewhere nearby.