Page 13 of Charm (Billionaire Buck Boys #7)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Greer
I scoot around a hedge that separates Mrs. Frye’s property from Joe’s.
I’m taking the same path he did after I found him in the pool yesterday.
I didn’t realize I was paying attention to exactly where he disappeared to since I was still in shock from seeing a naked, hot-as-hell stranger within the first few minutes of my weekend getaway.
I debated going down the winding driveway of the home I’m staying in and then up Joe’s driveway, but I took the shortcut route, and I’m glad I did.
My eyes widen as I gaze at what can only be described as a slice of East Coast paradise.
The grounds of Joe’s home are meticulously taken care of.
The lush green lawn is cut to the perfect height.
Beds of brightly colored flowers border trimmed hedges.
A large pool is the centerpiece. It’s surrounded by what look like very comfortable light blue lounge chairs.
A matching sectional is off to the side under a trio of large white umbrellas.
Not too far off in the distance, I see a tennis court. Judging by the line of leafy green trees that frame the edge of it, it’s set on Joe’s property.
In addition to all of that, a spectacular home is the crown jewel.
Painted shades of white and blue with too many windows to count, it has to be at least twice, if not three times, the size of Mrs. Frye’s house. To say it’s breathtaking is an understatement.
“You’re here!” Joe calls out to me from a spot on the lawn. I hadn’t noticed him standing there, but my excuse is that with this much beauty in front of me, I was temporarily distracted.
He’s wearing a pair of white board shorts and a light blue, short-sleeved button-down shirt that’s hanging open. Sunglasses shield his eyes from my view, but I know he’s staring straight at me.
For all of two seconds, I thought about walking over here with only my white string bikini and sunglasses on. I couldn’t summon the bravery to do that because I wasn’t sure if the pool repairman might still be lurking. The wispy white cover-up I’m wearing helped tame my reservations.
“Hi, Joe.” I wave to him. “Is the pool fixed?”
He curls a finger in the air to lure me closer to him.
I pad across the gray porcelain tile decking toward him.
Before leaving Mrs. Frye’s house, I slipped my feet into a comfortable pair of white sandals that have seen me through a few summers of walking the sidewalks in Manhattan.
They’re not stylish by any means, but I intend to kick them off when I get rid of my cover-up in the next minute or two.
As soon as I’m within his reach, Joe’s hands are on me. He tugs me into him, giving me a full dose of the intoxicating smell of his skin. There’s a hint of cologne, but the underlying scent is just him. If given the chance, I’d breathe it in for hours.
With a brush of his lips over mine in a soft kiss, he groans. “I’ve been waiting all afternoon for that.”
Me too, but I don’t admit it. I’m becoming addicted to him, but the spell has to break the day after tomorrow. My life in Manhattan doesn’t have room for weekly jaunts to the beach for fun and fucking.
“Should we take a dip?” I try to mask the eagerness in my tone.
I want to get back into the pool with him because the way he touched me early this morning still has me spinning. I’ve never come that hard from a man using just his hand on me, but Joe has proven he’s talented in many ways.
“Soon,” he promises as he glides a finger over my forearm. “I made some snacks. I want you to try them.”
Surprised that he went to the trouble to prepare something for us, I smile. “You made us food?”
His hands glide up my arms to circle my biceps. “Good food. You’ll like it, Summer.”
Something tells me I will, since I like him a lot. “I’m game to try.”
He gestures toward his home. Unlike Mrs. Frye’s house, it appears that the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that lead out to the pool area slide completely to the side, giving way to a wide path indoors from here.
My view of the main living area of Joe’s home is unobstructed.
It’s a warm and welcoming space with striking wood beams on the ceiling.
Area rugs cover the hardwood floors. Shelves filled with books line one wall.
A grand fireplace is on the opposite end of the room.
I take a tentative step toward the interior.
I feel like a dozen butterflies have taken flight in my stomach.
I thought our time together would be restricted to the pool area and perhaps his bedroom.
I didn’t contemplate what it would feel like to enter his home to share a quiet moment like this with him.
“What are you thinking about?” Joe asks as he falls in step beside me. “I sense there’s a question waiting to be asked.”
My feet stall as I look up at his face. “Your house is gorgeous. It’s magazine-worthy.”
His gaze leaves my face to trail around the room before it settles back on me. “I’m not sure I agree with the magazine worthy designation, but I like it here.”
I want to ask if he lives here full-time, but that’s more information I don’t need.
If I leave East Hampton with the knowledge that I can rent the house next door whenever it’s available, that will signal I want more than a weekend with him.
Right now, the thought of this man being my occasional weekend lover is warming me from the inside out, but that situation is too ripe with potential consequences for it to work.
“I can see why.” I slide my right foot forward an inch before pulling it back. “It’s the ultimate East Hampton home.”
He looks into my eyes. “You seem nervous? Are you unsure about coming inside? Do you want me to get you an umbrella?”
I crack a smile at the reminder of my makeshift weapon.
“You’re safe with me,” he assures me. “You have my word that you’ll walk out of my house in one piece when I’m done with you.”
The words and the tone of his voice promise an afternoon I won’t soon forget. “When you’re done with me?”
He nods slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “When I’m done feeding and fucking you. You’ll leave here completely satisfied. I guarantee it.”
I don’t question that because I sense he’s right. Regardless of how the food he prepared tastes, he’s so skilled in other ways that I could be starving and not notice my hunger pangs as long as his focus was on me in a bed, or a pool, for that matter.
“I’ll prove it.” He chuckles. “Food first, though. Come with me.”
He holds out a hand. I drop mine into it without hesitation, knowing that when I do walk away from this house, I’ll do it with a smile on my face because I’ll be satisfied in ways I’ve never been before.