Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,27

with memories of our fucking imprinted on every room in this house? Well, it wasn’t yet, but give us a little time. I’m sure we’ll make the rounds.

I look over at Grayson and he seems entirely too pleased with himself for him to be contemplating the end of this arrangement. “What are you thinking, husband?”

“No reason to stop as long as we’re here.” He very carefully doesn’t look at Derek. “As long as everyone is in agreement.”

Derek stays focused on his food. “I’m in.”

“I am, too,” I say slowly. There’s no point in speaking my misgivings. They’re not about the extended time. I’m worried that we’re never going to want to stop. Except is that a problem? We already spend an inordinate amount of time with Derek. What if we…

I push the thought away. Later. I’ll think about it later. Better to live in this moment right now and ride it as long as we can. I finish eating and take my plate to the sink. I turn around and nearly run into Grayson. He leans around me to set his plate in the sink, too, but doesn’t move back. “You’re thinking very hard, wife.”

“Of course I am.” I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him close. “It’s what I do.”

He presses a kiss to my temple and holds me close. “We have things under control.”

“I know.”

We’re both lying, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to stop, and obviously neither does he. I don’t know what life looks like on the other side of this, but we’re not there yet. We get to live in the fantasy awhile longer. And if we’re not finished with each other once the snow is cleared and we’re on our way to the airport, maybe then I’ll have the courage to bring up the messy thoughts tangling in the back of my mind.

I give Grayson a squeeze, enjoying the familiarity of the way his body fits to mine. “You know…” I tilt my head up enough to kiss his neck. “We haven’t had a chance to try out the hot tub yet.”

He releases me with a laugh and gives my ass a playful swat. “Go put on a suit and meet us out there.”

I pout a little. “But what if I don’t want to wear a suit?”

His expression goes heated. “Play along, Emma. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

I’m already nodding. “Good thing I packed my new one for this trip.” Over the years my bikinis have gotten smaller and smaller. One of those things that I refuse to think too hard about, especially since I bought them right before our holiday trips. Grayson never commented on it, but he also loves taking them off with his teeth.

I pause by the nook table where Derek still sits. It’s barely a choice to walk to him. More like a compulsion. I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss his cheek. “Want to know a secret?”

“Always,” he rumbles.

I press my breasts to his back and whisper in his ear. “I was thinking of you when I bought my suit this year.”

He catches my hands, holding me against him. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hands up my arms, but releases me before we get anywhere interesting. I almost push him, but ultimately decide that the swimsuit will do the heavy lifting for me.

It takes a few minutes to brush my teeth, fasten my hair up in an artfully messy bun, and pull on the swimsuit. It’s…scandalous is a good word. It’s not quite a thong, but the back is cut high and narrow, leaving most of my ass exposed. The front triangle barely covers my pussy. The top is just as tiny, leaving my breasts looking like one wrong move could expose me.

And it’s white. The second it gets wet, I might as well be naked.

I am, most assuredly, an asshole, but to be fair, I didn’t honestly think we’d end up in the hot tub while we were here. Or if we did, I’d just wait for Derek to leave before I showed Grayson exactly how see-through my suit became. What can I say? I love tempting my husband into reckless fucking where we might be caught at any moment.

Being the reason Grayson loses control is like a drug to me. I am constantly teasing him when we’re on dates, seeing how far I can nudge him until he drags me somewhere semi-private and we have our way