The Ahern Brothers Collection - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,60

looking at me like I’m little Red Riding Hood and you’re the big bad wolf,” she says.

“A man can always dream. We can cosplay.” I wink at her taking my laptop back to the office.

“Mr. Ahern’s kink is cosplaying.” She smirks.

“Ah, we’re talking kinks, now?” I arch an eyebrow. “Cosplaying doesn’t do it for me. You’ll know what I like when you’re ready.”

I’m tempted to ask her: Are you a virgin? It’s right on the tip of my tongue. Would she care to know that I like rough sex? Blindfolds, ties, and my biggest fantasy is to claim her entirely. Slide my dick down her pussy, those beautiful tits, into her mouth … and that gorgeous ass.

“Because I’m so innocent you think I’ve never heard of …” she covers her mouth. “S-E-X.”

“Have you?” I challenge her.

“Heard about the birds and the bees? Of course. We had health class at school,” she says casually, biting her lip, her eyes lost somewhere else.

What are you hiding?

“Why don’t we forget about work and have a little fun?” She changes the entire conversation. “Race you to the pool?”

As she’s about to take off, I ask, “Hey, do you want to try that new bar down the South Shore?”

The owner of Edgewood stopped by the table last night to greet us and mentioned the new restaurant and bar on the south side of the lake. He said it’s been getting rave reviews. They have the best selection of single malt scotch in the area.

“Are we having dinner out?” she asks, scrunching her nose.

“I was thinking on going down to the pool first. We can cook pasta or throw a couple of steaks on the grill. Afterward we can head to the bar,” I offer, holding back the words let’s just have sex.

“Hopefully we can get to the lake tomorrow,” she says, glancing at it.

Previously I had planned to use the boat or maybe the paddle board. Take a hike around the area and discuss the possibility of owning a dog. Not that we would do it now. It can wait. I’d like to research breeds and discuss whether we want a puppy or to adopt a rescue. Those are discussions we’ll have to shelf for another time.

Right now, I want to eat her.

“Sounds like a plan. Maybe we can discuss the grants and some of the ideas I have in mind for the second part of the year,” she says leaving my room. “Get dressed, I’ll be downstairs waiting for you.”

Before I put on my swimming suit, I go to the bathroom and jack off, thinking about tasting her, driving myself deep inside her.

Fuck. I cry as I come hard on my hand wishing it was hers, her mouth, or better yet, her pussy.

We swim for a long time. I eventually throw a couple of tuna steaks on the grill while Abby tosses a salad and opens a bottle of Zinfandel. At eight, we drive to McLadden’s on the other side of the lake. We walk through the old cabin that’s been refurbished into a bar. We sit outside by the garden where soft jazz plays. The rustic furniture matches the ambiance. They don’t have tables, but rather groups of chairs surround fire pits with small trays placed on stands in between the chairs. The waiters wear flannel shirts, jeans, and cowboy boots.

“Their uniform is like mountain man meets Clint Eastwood,” Abby says, sinking down onto one of the chairs and moving the tray. “The cushions are comfortable and smart. They drilled these things to the ground.”

She wiggles her ass, and I close my eyes because her breasts bounce with the movement. She’s not wearing a fucking bra. We spent too much time by the pool, and even though it was a bit cloudy, her shoulder got a little sunburn. She’s been trying my patience all day. The woman rubbed her perfect body against mine while we played in the water.

“There’s nothing fruity,” she says handing me the drink menu and grabbing the one for food instead. “We could order some tapas and wine.”

“Good choice,” I say, lifting my hand and calling the server.

“Just like when we went to Spain,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “Remember our last trip there?”

How could I forget it? She finished her summer job here in Tahoe and had three weeks left of vacation before she had to go back to school. We decided to spend them in Spain and Italy, our favorite countries. There’s something about both countries, their