Page 11 of Charm (Billionaire Buck Boys #7)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Greer

I rake a hand through my hair as I settle on a leather bench beneath one of the windows in a bedroom I haven’t been in before. I stepped in here because I know that I’ll get a bird’s eye view of what is proving to be a breathtaking sunrise.

The last time I was in East Hampton was years ago, and the small condo I stayed in didn’t have a view of anything other than my ex-husband.

At the time, I thought I could see forever in his eyes, but now, I realize that was hope.

I hoped the relationship would last until one of us died, but instead it crashed into a million pieces on a day that was both the worst and best of my life.

The warm air filtering into the room from the open window is scented not only by the rose bush that sits below it, but also by the ocean. I could breathe it in all day and never get enough of it.

I glance down at the pool. The water is still now. The beach is deserted except for a couple walking hand in hand in the distance. I know if I took a leap and dove into the pool for a very early morning swim, no one would notice.

This property sits on a gentle hill. It’s far enough from the beach that curious onlookers can’t see much more than a row of lush, leafy trees that border the pool. I suspect that’s why Joe felt emboldened enough to skinny dip when it was still light out.

I skim a hand over the front of my robe. Unlike earlier, I’m nude beneath it since I took a quick shower right after Joe said goodnight to me.

Laughing softly, I whisper to myself, “Joe did it. You can, too.”

I take off in a run toward the staircase that will take me down to the first floor and beyond that to the pool.

I promised myself I’d experience at least one first this weekend. Since I’ve never had a one-night stand, that box is now ticked off. I’ve also never skinny-dipped, but I’m about to. That’s two firsts for me, and I haven’t even been here for twenty-four hours.

“There’s no time like the present,” I say as I slide open one of the glass doors that look onto the pool deck.

I hurry outside, dropping my robe on a lounge chair before I dive into the warm water just as the sun starts to rise. I swim the length of the pool beneath the water before I pop my head out and squint as my eyes adjust to my surroundings.

“Summer.” The gruffness in that voice has been echoing in my ears since he left me less than two hours ago.

I look to the left and see Joe standing at the edge of the pool, a dark gray towel wrapped around his waist.

I skim a hand over my face to chase away any extra drops of water. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” He drops the towel, revealing that he’s nude. “I’m here for a swim.”

I rake him from head to toe. I’ve seen it all before, yet I can’t stop staring. “Just a swim?”

A wicked grin settles over his full lips. “Are you offering more?”

I stand tall, revealing more of myself to him as I rise out of the water until it’s lapping below my naked breasts. “What do you think?”

My fingers dig into his shoulder as he plumps one of my breasts in his hand. I whimper from the need that has been building within me since he dove into the pool. He teased me then, kissing me hard before he pulled back to study my face in the light that is being cast on us from the sunrise.

“You want more,” he assumes as I try to close the small amount of distance between us.

I’m pressed against the side of the pool. Joe is just a few inches in front of me. It’s not close enough for me, though. I want to feel his body against mine.

“I do,” I confess. “I want you.”

Normally, a declaration like that would make me feel shameless, but all of my shame has already been tossed aside, because this man knows how to fuck.

“I don’t have a condom,” he growls. “But, there are so many ways to make you come for me, Summer.”

I both hate and love that he calls me by a name that doesn’t resemble my own. I’ll always wonder what my real name would have sounded like coming from him.

“Tell me one,” I plead.

His lips part in a soft smile. “With my tongue, but I’m saving that for later since you’ve already experienced it.”

Disappointment rolls through me, but it’s gone as soon as he lowers his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. He drags his teeth across it. The bite of pain is so exquisite that I let out a moan.

“Every time I do that, you like it more,” he says in a gritty tone.

I can’t argue because my fingers are threaded through his hair as I try to push him forward so he can take my breast into his mouth again.

He does, but this time it’s a lash of his tongue against my throbbing nipple. I toss my head back in pleasure, but that all changes the second I feel a hand between my thighs.

“Legs apart,” he orders in a deep tone. “I’m going to watch you come apart for me.”

I don’t hesitate to do what he asks. Locking eyes with him, I let out a slow breath.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers glide over my pussy. “I can’t wait to hear you come for me again.”