His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,42

get on. Don’t worry, nobody’s going to think you’re assaulting me.”

She blushed and weighed the options. It would be a look more awkward if she had to get up and do the other side when she was done. Sam straddled him, very aware of the seemingly sexual position. But nobody on the beach, either the other guests or the attendants, seemed to notice or care.

From this angle, his body was even more distracting. Her hands glanced across his muscled shoulders and lingered at his triceps which popped even when relaxed. She moved down and across his lats, feeling each swollen muscle at a time. “You could have been a massage therapist,” he told her, his face buried in his arms.

Slowly, she worked down his back. The mound of his glutes was incredibly hard. She thought about what it would be like to be with him in that way. I mean, a bunch of women already had, right? What did they know that she didn’t?

She thought of the girl at the party who’d congratulated her and compared him to a horse. All he’d have to do is turn over, and—

Sam realized she’d rubbed his upper butt for way too long. She wasn’t sure how long exactly, but her imagination had whisked her away.

She got up abruptly, snapped the sunscreen shut and tossed it next to him. “I’m getting in the water,” she mumbled quickly. He turned to look at her, and she thought she saw a glint in his eyes. Maybe? But no, it was the same Connor as always.

“If you’re going out there, you may as well take your top off. You don’t get those kinds of chances in the United States,” he said. Then he smiled. “I can help you with the sunscreen in those hard to reach spots if you want.”

She must have blushed all the way to her roots. “Are you crazy?” she asked. “And thanks, but no thanks on the offer.”

“Okay, but look around,” he said, and gestured toward the water. “You’re going to stick out like a sore thumb.”

She looked, and had to admit he was right. Not a single woman had her top on. Haven’t these women ever heard of monokinis or one-pieces?

“Are you going?” he asked.

She shook her head and sat back down. “Never mind,” she said. “It’s not good to go out in the sun between ten and two anyway. That’s when UV rays are the worst.”

“You’re making that up,” he said with a laugh. Connor gestured for the attendant to bring them two drinks.

“I’m not!” she said. “Trust me, I once dated a dermatologist.”

“Well, that’s a sentence you don’t hear every day,” he said.

Sam dug a book out of her purse, turned onto her stomach and started to read.

“What are you reading?” he asked, almost instantly.

She sighed. “I’ll let you know as soon as I figure it out.”

He shrugged and went back to either texting or napping. It was incredible. He was surrounded by a ton of hot women literally wearing absolutely nothing but tiny bikini bottoms, and it was like he was completely oblivious.

Sam couldn’t help but sneak looks at all the women as they passed. Of course she’d seen plenty of breasts in her life. The locker room, her girlfriends when they got ready together, but it was always very brief. Nobody just walked around and let it all hang out—literally—like that before.

Thank god for big sunglasses, because the people-watching here was incredible. All ages, all sizes, it didn’t matter. She was particularly impressed by an older woman who must have been about sixty with the breasts of a teenager. “Hey,” Sam whispered and nudged Connor. “Do you think those are real?”

“Huh? What?” he asked, and she realized he’d been asleep.

“Never mind,” she said.

Another girl, who seemed quite young, wandered by and was painfully flat-chested. Sam felt sorry for her, but just for an instant. After all, it certainly didn’t look like the girl lacked any self-confidence.

She sighed and looked down at her book. Her finger was still pressed into page three like a makeshift bookmark. How long had they been out here?

Sam pulled her phone out of her bag. She didn’t have any data or service in Monaco, so it was really just a glorified clock. Nearly two o’clock. They’d been out here for hours. She’d been staring at strangers’ tits for hours.

“Another drink, madam?” the attendant asked her. He was young, likely a teenager, with the most unbelievable bronzed skin.

“Oui, merci,” she said quietly. Connor breathed deeply