Flirting with Temptation - By Kelley St. John Page 0,25
and two women who, in his mind, were almost as beautiful as her, in a rub-fest in a shower, and he wondered how long it was going to take for her to join him on this bed and let him put his current state of mind into action.
“After that, they dry me off, and then they coat me, thoroughly, in bronzing lotion. That part is basically like any massage, except . . .”
“Except?” he asked, while she moved her hands to her hips and then removed the panties—and Jeff realized that she hadn’t merely been buffed and bronzed today. She’d been waxed as well.
“Except you have the option to wear these tiny disposable panties, nothing more than a wisp of fabric, or . . .”
“Or?” he asked, while she climbed on the bed and straddled him.
“Or you can go nude and let them buff and bronze you everywhere. And since I was already letting them do this”—she motioned to the bare area between her legs, and then to his absolute delight, she guided his cock into her slick, wet heat—“I decided to go nude.”
“You knew I’d like that,” he said, as her inner muscles clenched around him, and then she flattened her palms on his chest and gripped his pecs as she took her body where it wanted to go, without a care that the window was open and the world was just outside. In this room, at this moment, nothing existed but the two of them, exactly the way Jeff wanted it.
Jeff’s heartbeat had still been thudding rapidly when the bathroom door opened and Kitty emerged wearing a long pale blue gown.
She looked at him, then at the window. “Oh, honey, the drapes are open.” Without a word to Jeff, she crossed the room and closed them. Then she moved slowly toward the bed. Jeff couldn’t see her, his eyes still trying to adjust to the sudden darkness.
“Now,” she whispered, easing onto the bed beside him, “everything is perfect.”
The shrill ring of the phone snapped Jeff back to reality. Glancing at the caller ID, he answered, “Don’t tell me; you’ve got more surprises heading my way.”
Ethan laughed on the other end. “Hell, you don’t think your ex-ex driving down there to get you back with your ex is enough for one day?”
“Trust me, it’s plenty. What’s up?”
“Clarise wanted me to inform you that if you’re mean to her sister, she’ll kill you.”
Jeff grinned. Those Robinson sisters, always protecting each other, even when the hellion of the pair was, once again, causing trouble. “Don’t worry. I won’t be mean. I’m just going to tell her she’s wasting her time and that she can get her cute behind back to ’Bama pronto.”
Cute behind. Obviously, Jeff had been thinking about her adorable ass or he wouldn’t have mentioned it. He really needed to get onto his date with Kylie, and get his mind off hellions and socialites.
“Well, I told my wife I’d ask you to play nice.”
“Tell her you did, and I’ll do my best.”
Ethan relayed the message on the other end, then said, “So, Babette hasn’t made it down there yet? Clarise says she should’ve been there by now.”
“Maybe she wised up and didn’t make the trip.”
“I highly doubt that. Anyway, take it easy on her. You may not have to see her again, but I have to deal with her on a regular basis.”
“Like I said, I’ll do my best.” They disconnected, and Jeff grabbed his computer and headed toward the balcony. He’d come home to enjoy the beach while he worked, and he wasn’t going to let this wild scenario with Babette and Kitty ruin that. He’d simply wait for the “love doctor” to arrive, and then send her on her lovely way.
Chapter 5
Babette had planned her day perfectly. With Granny Gert’s help, she’d been packed and ready to go by nine-thirty. She swung by the bank and deposited Kitty’s check and was on the interstate heading south by ten, which would have put her arrival in Destin at four, the exact time she could check in at the condo. But then she’d started through Montgomery, spotted a TJ Maxx just off the interstate and simply had to stop. With Kitty’s money in her account and a new hair color to boot, she couldn’t deny the need to buy a few necessities for the beach, such as new bikinis and beach frocks.
Beach frocks. That was Olivia Eubanks’s term for the casual, girly cover-ups so popular for wearing over swimsuits