what she assumed was peak fertility, and besides, there was the other business of Arnie’s testicle function and whether he even had any swimmers to worry about.
“Nothing to see here,” she quietly murmured. “Move along.”
She might have dozed off for a minute. The next thing she knew, her golden Adonis lover gently parted her legs and applied a warm, wet cloth to her swollen lady bits.
Watching him through half-closed eyes, Summer saw the rigid set of his jaw. She questioned why he looked so glum and then had her answer a second later when she jumped half a foot as the washcloth aggravated a sore spot.
“Ow,” she moaned.
“Shh,” he whispered soothingly. “Don’t tense.”
When he finished, he bent to kiss her mound. “I’m sorry,” he moaned against her skin. “I should never have taken you so fiercely.”
Conflict roiled inside her. She didn’t agree because fierce was what she wanted. A tingle in her core shocked Summer. He’d be surprised by her lewd desires and probably horrified to know she wouldn’t say no if he was ready to do it again.
“Hold me,” she begged.
He yanked on the covers and pushed her beneath them. She scooted onto a pillow and melted against him when he slid in behind her. He pulled them into a spooning position, cupping one of her breasts and nestling his solid cock in the crack of her ass.
She closed her eyes, smiled contentedly, and fell into a deep sleep.
“You look like a Mexican flag.” Arnie chuckled when Summer sashayed from the bedroom in her work uniform.
She had on a ruffled white peasant top and a bright red skirt with a green woven belt. Her blond mane was pulled into a high ponytail, and she was wearing her cute sneakers covered in chilies.
She added a pair of chunky gold hoop earrings and spread her arms wide. “Nothing like a sun-streaked blonde masquerading as a senorita, eh?”
“Do you speak Spanish?”
“Sure.” She chuckled. “Taco, burrito, carne asada.” Her shrug was hilarious. “I suck at languages despite living in California where Spanish is practically required.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her teasingly. “You have other talents.”
“Totally,” she answered in a comic Valley Girl twang. “Like, fer sure.”
“I wish you didn’t have to work today.”
Summer made a face. “I promised one of the girls I’d take her shift.” She lifted a shoulder. “Trip to DMV,” she drawled, “and you know how that can go.”
Mine, his brain declared as his eyes drank her in. Her golden beauty almost made him forget they weren’t alone on the planet and couldn’t spend every waking hour in each other’s company.
“What’s on your schedule?”
“Family bullshit,” Arnie managed to say before rolling his eyes. “Although I have a hall pass,” he told her with a chuckle. “Granddad has something to show me.”
She brightened, and her golden halo sparkled. “You love him.”
“There are a select few,” he told her with a smirk.
To say he was overcome with reluctance as they left the bungalow was the understatement of the century. He wasn’t ready to let the world intrude in their lover’s bubble, but annoyingly, it wasn’t up to him.
Holding her overnight bag in one hand and her fingers with the other, they strolled hand in hand through the beautiful hotel, ending up in the lobby on their way outside to the valet stand where his granddad’s Tesla waited.
A signboard with a post of the local weather caught his eye, and he steered them toward it. “Is it always this chilly in January?”
“Climate change.” She sighed. “I got by with a light jacket when I was growing up. Now?” She snorted. “I’ve got a winter coat and a scarf.”
“Neither of which you’re wearing,” he pointed out.
She grimaced but quickly checked out the weather bulletin.
“Yeah, true, but this says it’s going to be fifty-eight later. Practically balmy.”
“Fifty-eight later but around forty-five now. That’s coat weather.”
She chuckle-snorted. “Do I sense chastisement in your voice?”
Arnie laughed and nodded. In an innocently playful voice, he asked, “Would you ever consider a daddy arrangement? You’d make an excellent baby girl, and I think you and your dirty thoughts could persuade me to get into being the daddy.”
“Okay,” Summer responded with a husky laugh. “In all seriousness, what you said sounds all kinds of hot.” She gave him an assessing look. “You’d be a strict and demanding daddy, and I’m not sure if I’m the obeying type, but if you can deal with a naughty baby girl, we could give it a go.”