Page 30 of Pretty Desperate (Pine Village #6)

But getting my hands all over her—or specifically, getting my cock in her—isn’t what I’m here to do. She does have to work tomorrow and is probably looking forward to going to bed soon. I’d be content to just falling asleep with her in my arms.

At least for tonight.

“Come’re,” I insist, turning slightly so I’m facing her.

Jillian looks my way with a questioning look, but when she sees me lift my hands from the water, she understands. She shifts, angling her back toward me, but the positioning is awkward.

“Between my legs,” I tell her, knowing she needs to be directly in front of me. Her wide eyes glance back at me over my shoulder, and I add, “No funny business, I promise.”

She snorts, clearly not believing me—I’m not sure I believe myself either—but she moves.

Jillian shifts closer, placing her hands on my thighs and slips between my legs.

I do everything I can to keep myself from getting hard, but it’s no use.

There’s also no concealing it. It’s practically pounding against her lower back, begging for a little attention.

I place my hands on her shoulders and start to knead, just like I did earlier in my office.

Her head falls forward and a groan slips from her mouth.

I work over her knotted muscles, slowly making my way down her back.

She relaxes, letting my hands do all the work.

It’s erotic as fuck, even if not particularly sexual.

There’s something about having her here, sitting between my legs, while I give a massage. It just does something to me.

She just does something to me.

As I work out the knots and kinks in her back, shoulders, and upper arms, she starts to get a little wiggly.

She shifts back, pressing her ass against my cock and making it damn-near impossible to think straight.

I dig deep, drawing out every ounce of gentlemanly politeness I possess.

She doesn’t need me to maul her right here and now in the middle of my hot tub, even if that’s exactly what I want to do.

“Kameron?” she whispers as I run my wet hand up the column of her neck and gently massage where it meets her head.

“Hmm?” It comes out more a grunt, since her ass is rocking against me.

“I think you missed your calling.”

“Yeah? Maybe I should have become a masseuse instead of a chef?”

She giggles and rolls her head. “You could do both,” she whispers. “Your food is out of this world, but your hands…they’re simply amazing.”

Before I can say a word, she moves, easily spinning around and straddling my waist. I shift to my left a little to give her knees more room on the seat and wrap my hands around her waist. “What are you doing?” I mutter, my cock hard and ready between us.

Fortunately for him, I can feel just about everything through the thin layers of her swim bottoms and my trunks.

“Taking the bull by the horns, so to speak,” she informs me, rocking her hips against my erection.

“I see,” I reply, letting my hands trail down her back to cup her ass. “What would you like to do with the horn, now that you’ve caught the bull?”

She snickers at my question and grinds herself on my cock. “I have a few ideas. Ever have sex in a hot tub?”

A smile spreads across my lips as they angle down to claim her lips in a brief kiss. “No, can’t say I have, but it’s been a bucket list item of mine for a while now.”

“Yeah?” She meets my gaze with a devilish glint. “Wanna cross it off the list?”

I claim her lips in a searing kiss, letting my tongue delve deep inside as my left hand moves up to her head. My fingers slide into the strands of her ponytail as I anchor her against me.

Jillian starts to wiggle, slipping back just enough to reach between us and grab hold of my cock through my trunks. A groan of pure pleasure erupts from my mouth as my hips automatically buck. “Christ,” I mutter, my body moving against the friction of her hand.

Ripping my mouth from hers, I suck in a greedy breath of air and murmur, “You know, this probably isn’t going to work.”

She tenses against me, so I quickly add, “Because hot water, it doesn’t make the best lubricant. Plus, I don’t have a condom.”

Jillian relaxes a bit, appeased by my words and seems lost in concentration. “I have an idea.”

“Tell me,” I insist, anxious to hear all about it.

“Go grab a condom and come right back.” She scoots off my lap, leaving me and my hard dick missing her contact.

I practically vault out of the hot tub, skipping the steps and towel. I hurry into my bedroom, not even caring I’m soaking wet and leaving puddles of water with each step I take. I practically dive into my nightstand and pull out a condom.

Then, I quickly grab a second, just in case.

When I get back outside, I notice Jillian checking out the shades. “No one can see through them,” I tell her, dropping the two condoms onto the chair.

She turns hesitant eyes my way. “You’re sure?”

I nod. “Positive, Jilly. No one can see you,” I say, taking a few steps toward her and wrapping my hand around her waist. “Now, hearing you is a totally different thing. You’re going to have to be quiet.”

Her eyes widen with a mixture of humor and determination. “I can be quiet.”

I run my finger down her lips, chin, and between her breasts. “You sure? You weren’t very quiet the last time.”

She flushes a dark shade of red. “We weren’t outside.”

“Good point,” I tell her, reaching for the right cup holding her breast and giving it a tug. “You gonna be quiet, Jilly?”

“Yes, I’ll be quiet.”

Bending down, I latch on to her exposed nipple and suck it greedily into my mouth. “Good girl. Now, let’s cross hot tub sex off my list.”