Page 19 of The Deadbeat DILF
That made him laugh, deep and rich. Every time I made him smile, I felt proud of myself, though I’d never admit it.
“I worked for the country club in my hometown,” he said. “I started when I was eighteen, and I was very lucky to get that job. It paid way better than anything else I could get in that town. My friends would sweat away doing labor or flipping burgers, and I’d get to sit in the sun. It was a great job. I was sad to leave.”
“Why did you?” I asked.
His expression changed. “Emily—Mike’s mother—got pregnant. Mike was born the summer after we graduated from high school. I quit to get a full-time job.”
Right. Mike had mentioned his parents were high school sweethearts and got pregnant when they were teenagers. Robert had been nineteen.
I couldn’t imagine having a child at that age. When I was nineteen, all I cared about was college and saving money.
Heck, I couldn’t even imagine having a child now, at twenty-nine.
It was a shock to realize Robert had gone through a lot at such a young age.
The elevator dinged as we arrived at the roof, and Robert pulled a smile. “We’re here,” he said in a bright voice.
“Yep,” I said, matching his voice. I doubted either of us wanted to linger in the past. “It’s pretty great.”
I led him down the stone path to where the rectangular-shaped pool awaited us. The water was clear and as blue as the sky. To the side was a row of loungers and a few tables with umbrellas casting shade on them. I dropped our things off on one of the tables and turned to face him, my fingers messing with the thin fabric of my crochet dress.
Robert tugged his shirt off without any hesitation, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw big biceps and a light dusting of brown hair on his broad chest.
Fuck, he looked good.
I quickly averted my eyes as he picked up the sunscreen and squirted some into his hand. I took my dress off, pulling it over my head. I folded it neatly and placed it on a table. When I turned to Robert, I caught his eyes lingering on my hips, but he quickly looked away. I might’ve been imagining it, but his Adam’s apple seemed to bob. He looked guilty.
My heart rate picked up.Don’t feel guilty,I thought.You can look.
“Here,” he said, thrusting the bottle of sunscreen at me without meeting my eyes.
“Thanks,” I said, taking it. I slathered sunscreen over my face and body, and Robert did the same. The sunscreen made his skin look shiny, emphasizing the impressive form of his muscles.
I told myself to stop staring and focused on trying to get sunscreen on my back.
Robert hesitated. “Do you need help?”
I shouldn’t.
“That would be great, thanks.”
I turned around, my body feeling tight with anticipation. Then, he placed two warm hands on me, rubbing sunscreen into my upper back. I moved my hair out of the way, and it felt strangely vulnerable, letting him see the nape of my neck.
I tried to control my breathing as he worked around the straps of my bikini, and then moved to my lower back. His fingers brushed the hem of my bikini bottoms, and I imagined his hands sliding lower. Heat pooled between my thighs.
Was it just me? Was I the only one feeling this? Or did he feel the tension too?
“There,” he said, and I swore his voice was rougher than usual.
“Thanks,” I said, turning back around and avoiding his gaze. Technically, you were supposed to wait fifteen or twenty minutesafter applying sunscreen to go swimming, and usually, I always took great care of my skin.
But in that moment, I stepped into the pool without hesitation, needing to cool off immediately. Water enveloped me, and I kept drifting deeper until the water reached just above my swimsuit top. At the sound of light splashing, I turned to see Robert slipping into the water
“Wow, this is nice,” he said.
I smiled at him. “Isn’t it? It’s heated, so the temperature’s perfect. You can use it in the winter too.” I paused. That was if Robert was still here come wintertime, which was still a few months away.
We swam up and down the length of the pool, getting used to the temperature of the water.
