Page 133 of The Temporary Fiancée
“Olivia—” Reed starts to say, but before he can finish, I take a deep breath and duck under the water.
The pool light glows around me as I drop to my knees, his cock right in front of me, swollen and thick. I push his hand away and wrap my lips around the tip, sliding down his length and taking him deep. His hand fists in my hair almost instantly, gripping the strands, and I can hear his deep groan even through the water in my ears.
I work him with my mouth, dragging up and down, my hands settling against his thighs. I can feel him pulse against my tongue, can feel the tension building through his whole body. It only takes a few more seconds before he comes, hot and saltyagainst my tongue, his groan vibrating through the water around me.
I swallow around him, working him through every pulse, until my lungs start to burn.
I break the surface and push my wet hair back from my face, gasping. Reed is staring down at me with an expression I fucking love, his eyes glazed and lips parted as his hand rests loosely in my hair.
“Fuck, Olivia.”
I laugh, breathless, and he hauls me up against him before I can say anything else. My legs wrap around his waist as his mouth crashes into mine, the kiss deep and a little frantic, his hands gripping my back like he can’t quite believe I’m real.
When he finally pulls back, his forehead drops to mine. “Did you like that?”
“Are you kidding me?” His laugh vibrates through both our chests where we’re pressed together. “I’ll remember it ‘til the day I die. I did not see that coming.”
I grin against his mouth. “Neither did I, honestly.”
“My dirty, dirty girl.” He pulls me closer, then brushes my damp hair off my shoulder and looks down at me, his eyes soft. “Thank you.”
“Thankyou,” I say. “For everything.”
I mean it more than I want to admit, more than our arrangement gives me any right to mean it.
His mouth quirks into a half-smile against mine. “We should probably get out of the pool. We’ve been in here a while.”
“Probably.”
I follow him to the steps, still a little dazed. When I climb out of the water, he wraps a towel around my shoulders that’s so soft and warm it feels like it just came out of the dryer.
I follow him up to the master bedroom, where I start to pull clothes out of my bag before he stops me, holding out a hand.
“What are you doing?” he says, a teasing lilt in his voice. “We’re onvacation.Are you seriously about to get dressed?”
I laugh a little. “What are you proposing? That we just walk around naked all evening?”
“Well, we could,” he points out. “We have this whole place to ourselves. But if you don’t feel like being totally naked, maybe these are the solution.” He gestures to the bathroom door, from which two freshly-laundered cotton robes are hanging.
“You know what? That sounds like my kind of night.”
We wrap ourselves in the robes, which are even fluffier than the tiny clouds that have moved in to dot the sky.
“What’s for dinner?” I ask. “I’m starving.”
“Well, the kitchen’s fully stocked. How about I go make something for us?”
While Reed cooks, I take a short walk down to the beach, feeling the soft, pristine white sand beneath my toes. The waves are gentle here, and the sea is a brilliant azure, practically beckoning me to swim again.
I head back up to the house instead, but resolve to spend all day tomorrow on the beach. When else am I going to get a chance like this?
Within half an hour, Reed and I are reclining on lounge chairs on the deck, watching the sky darken into night and enjoying the dinner he made for us—pan-fried fresh fish, an assortment of sliced fruit, cheeses, and French bread. He also dug up a few bottles of wine, a delicious cabernet.
The two of us dive into the food. There are types of cheese I can’t pronounce, incredibly creamy and decadent. Since I moved in with Reed, I’ve been eating well every night, but I can already tell that this vacation is a new level of luxury.
“This is amazing,” I say, moaning quietly in delight as I take a bite of the fish. It’s perfectly seasoned with garlic and paprika.I wonder how he managed to cook this so well in an unfamiliar kitchen.
“Glad you like it,” he replies. “I was a little worried it wouldn’t turn out great.”
