Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
When we reach our first stop, everyone gets ready for a dip in the warm lake. Gina lost her cover-up pretty much the moment we left the dock and Chase seems to be enjoying the view. She’s eating up the attention he’s throwing her way, flirting and touching each other from the opposite side of the boat. Gabby and Roman remain in the back, and the few times I glanced her way, she seemed to be throwing eye-daggers at her friend and not paying Roman an ounce of attention, even though his hands are all over her.
Interesting…
As Harrison drops anchor, I quickly grab the sunscreen that I didn’t get to put on earlier. I lather up my legs and feet, knowing my pale skin will burn if I don’t, and add a little to my arms and face. I remove my blue cover-up, exposing the black and gold swimsuit underneath. A hiss pulls my attention to my right.
“Jesus, Winnie, how am I not supposed to have a fucking hard-on all day with you in that?” Harrison growls, taking the empty seat beside me. His hands instantly fall to my stomach as his lips softly caress mine. “Let me help with the sunblock.”
I turn to give him my back as he squirts a large blob into his hands and starts to rub it on my skin. My body starts to heat as desire races through my veins. There’s something almost magical about having his hands on my body. Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve done nothing but cuddle over the last two weeks or perhaps the extra hormones in my body, but this dangerous and definite need I feel consumes me. Suddenly, it’s all I can think about. All I want.
And the cuddling? Well, we’ve both been so exhausted and by the time we snuggle on the couch, I’m falling asleep in his arms.
“Are you being naughty, Winnie?” he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath caressing my lobe. If he were to kiss me behind the ear right now, I’m sure to burst into flames.
His large hands continue to work their way down my back and eventually around my waist. He squats in front of me and grabs the bottle once more. With his eyes locked solely on mine, he applies sunscreen to my abdomen. His fingers tease the waistband of my bottoms and then dip under the cups of the tops. My entire body is an electric wire, alive and fully charged, and the worst part is, he knows it. His eyes burn with desire, much like mine, as he watches the way I respond to his touch.
Leaning forward, he whispers, “I’m going to let you rub down your chest, angel. If I touch you there, I’m going to end up taking you right here in the middle of the boat deck and I’m sure that’s not the memory you want to give our family and friends.” Harrison sweeps a gentle kiss across my lips, and then quickly backs away. Of course, there’s no mistaking the way he hides what’s happening in his pants from the rest of the boat.
“Hey, Harrison, need some ice, buddy?” Chase teases loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. He’s putting the stairs over the edge, wearing nothing but his trunks and a smile.
“Fuck off,” Harrison growls and continues to gaze out at the lake, willing his hard-on to subside.
Within the next few minutes, everyone is ready to jump in the water and enjoy the day of fun and relaxation. Though, I’m not sure how much relaxation will happen when you add in all the sexual tension that seems to be on the boat with us.
This trip just got very interesting.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Harrison bellows into the phone. He’s been pacing back and forth across the living room from the moment Gina called a few moments ago.
The calmness and relaxation of Saturday was quickly replaced with a busy Sunday making calls and finalizing plans for the gym’s grand opening on Friday. Harrison just got home a few moments ago after spending the entire day training the new staff in Lakeview. He opted to skip going to the office after his return to town and just come home to me. We planned to throw steaks on the grill and watch a movie, but those plans were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. And if the way he’s yelling is any indication, I’d say those plans are completely derailed for the evening.
I finish the pasta salad and stick it in the fridge, trying to give him privacy to conduct business, but it’s hard when he’s yelling at his assistant into the phone.
Everything seemed good Saturday evening. Really good for Chase and Gina, if you know what I mean. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other the entire day, even though I’m pretty sure one of his eyes was constantly watching my sister. Harrison had brought it up, their connection on the boat, but there’s nothing in his employee handbook that says anything about inter-office relationships. Not that he’s ever needed any reason for something like that. By the time the sun started to sink and the boat was docked back at the small marina, Gina had her hand down Chase’s trunks and they bolted from the boat as if their hair was on fire. Hopefully they made it somewhere private before ripping off their clothes (or swimsuits).