Take the Chance (Top Shelf Romance #9) - Brittainy Cherry Page 0,388

this time lavender. I pluck at it from the back and gently tear the paper.

A soft knock is followed by the twist of the doorknob. “Charlene?” I’m unsurprised that Darren has followed me. I’m curious as to what his plan is—whether it’s going to be a delayed-gratification day, or the kind where we sneak off and satisfy our cravings for each other in short bursts of need and want. I’m banking on the latter since it’s my birthday, and I should be able to call all the shots.

I clear my throat, my body already warming. “I’m getting changed.”

“I came to assist with that.”

I bite back a smile as I open the door and peek through the gap. Darren grips the doorjamb, eyes moving down my neck to where my pearls lie, then dipping lower to where I clutch the towel.

“What if I don’t want your assistance?”

“I can just watch if you’d prefer.” His smile is full of dirty promises as he pushes on the door, and I step back, allowing him in. He closes it and flips the lock. “It’s your birthday. Whatever you want, you get.”

“Whatever I want?” I tap my lips. “Hmm. You know, I’ve been looking at those new Teslas. I think I’d look pretty great in the driver’s seat.”

“We can go car shopping later.”

“Haha.”

I’m clearly joking. It’s a two-hundred-thousand-dollar car. I would actually be terrified to drive it. Darren is quite sensible about his purchases. He has two vehicles—an SUV and a sweet sports car—neither of which cost an excessive amount of money. It’s one of the many things I appreciate about him. His most frivolous purchases are usually lingerie related, or at least they were until a couple of months ago when he discovered his love of cotton panties that retail at five dollars a pair.

I turn back to the lavender tissue paper so I can finish unwrapping what I suspect is the first of many gifts. I find a brand new bikini in a soft, pale purple—one I’ve looked at more than once over the past month or so.

“This one is as much for me as it is for you, hence the color.” He drops his head, lips finding my shoulder. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like my assistance?”

“Everyone is going to know what’s going on in here.” I point out as he kisses up the side of my neck.

“I don’t mind if they know I’m apologizing for throwing you in the pool.” He untucks the edge of the towel, and it falls to the floor.

“Is that what you’re doing? Apologizing?”

He skims the curves of my hips, making fresh goose bumps flash over my skin again. “You mentioned something about a punishment. I thought it might be a good idea to get that over with now.” His lips lift against my cheek.

“You’re welcome to serve your penance on your knees.”

His mouth touches mine for the briefest moment before he drops to the bathmat.

Lifting me onto the vanity, he hooks my legs over his shoulders and shows me exactly how sorry he is with his mouth, and then again when he gets inside me.

It’s a good half hour before we come out of the pool house. I’d be embarrassed, but this happens quite regularly with my group of friends—although usually it’s Randy and Lily who make use of the various bathrooms. Hockey players have high sex drives, and watching their girlfriends or wives wander around in bikinis gets them excited. There are worse problems to have.

Lily passes me a glass of champagne as soon as I settle myself in one of the loungers.

“Oh! I like this!” She motions to my new bikini. “Do you know if they have the bandeau-style top?” Lily is modest in the chest department. She’s incredibly lean and so fit she has a four pack.

“I think they might. I’ll text you a link to the site.”

Violet lowers herself into the lounger beside me. She adjusts her bikini top with a frown. “What the hell am I going to do if these get bigger? I’m already busting out of these tops as it is.”

“Doesn’t Alex buy you a new bikini every week?”

“I have some from my last pregnancy that might fit you,” Sunny says from under her sunhat.

“Yeah, I might have to take you up on that. I’m constantly at risk of flashing a nipple here.” Violet leans back in her chair, and then checks to make sure the movement hasn’t exposed anything it shouldn’t.

Lily, Poppy, and I drink champagne while Violet