Unwrapped
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I match his smile, slow and teasing. “You ever been skinny dipping?
***
This is a bad idea.
The thought echoes in my mind as Lacey leads me through the deserted lobby back to the elevators, her hips swinging with every step. I can think of a hundred reasons why breaking into the hotel pool and getting naked is the last thing we should be doing.
It’s a crime, for one thing, a voice scolds me. A misdemeanor maybe, but definitely not the kind of thing a partner-track lawyer should be doing.
But then Lacey fixes me with that tantalizing smile, and suddenly I don’t give a damn. I’d go rob a bank with her if it meant just another minute of her company. “Top floor,” she announces, hitting the button. The doors close behind us, and she winks. “Ready to break some rules?”
I don’t reply, my blood pounding. The only rule I want to break right now is the one that says gentlemen don’t shove girls up against the wall and go down on them in an elevator. “I thought the pool closed at seven,” I say, and then immediately feel like a fool.
Way to be crazy, Dan. You’re a real rebel.
Lacey smirks. “That’s what makes it fun.”
The elevator arrives, and Lacey peeks her head out, looking around. “OK, all-clear!” she whispers, gesturing me to follow. We sneak down the hallway, keeping a careful look out for anyone around. By the time we reach the doors at the far end, my heart is pounding — although whether it’s from the risk, or the feel of her hand, clutching my arm, I don’t know.
She reaches for the door.
“It’ll be locked,” I warn her, but it swings open without a sound.
Lacey grins. “Destiny,” she announces. “See? The universe wants us to do this.”
“I think the universe has bigger things to worry about,” I reply, but her excitement is infectious. She takes my hand, yanking me inside.
The door slams shut behind us. Inside, the pool area is dark and still. The water laps, deep blue against the pale tiles; the empty lifeguard’s station overlooking the long, rectangular pool. Security lights from outside cast strips of light across the room, and our footsteps echo in the hush of the room, totally alone.
Lacey heads straight for the edge of the pool, kicking off her strappy sandals. I stroll closer, reaching down to test the water.
“Cold,” I note.
She smirks. “Less talk, more action, mister. A dare’s a dare.”
I stand, not ten feet away from her, and slowly pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor.
Lacey raises an eyebrow. She slides one strap over her shoulder, then another. The dress ripples to the ground.
Fuck.
Lust slams through me, so hard I almost drop to my knees. Lacey is standing there in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy underwear. My brain short-circuits, my body tightens with desire.
She’s a goddess.
The moonlight falls through a window, brushing her skin with silvery light. The curves, the soft glide of her skin … I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. My blood surges as I greedily drink in every inch of her. Those br**sts, high and full.. Her slim waist.. Her long legs, tapering up to that scrap of lace at the apex of her thighs, promising the world, just out of sight.
Jesus Christ.
“Your turn,” she smiles at me.
I unlace my sweatpants and drop them to the floor. Her gaze slides lower, and I can tell from her smirk, the proof of my desire is showing, hard through my briefs.
Fuck it. She can’t strip like this and expect me to stay unmoved.
Lacey presses her tongue between her teeth, and hooks her thumbs under the lace of her panties. I stop breathing. The air between us blazes with electricity as she slowly, teasingly slides them over her legs to the floor.
I let out a tortured groan. She’s bare between her thighs, smooth and so f**king sexy it’s enough to make me lose my goddamn mind. Suddenly, all the self-control in the world is no match for the fire in my blood, the desire screaming through my veins, blotting out the world until there’s nothing but Lacey and the look of wicked temptation in her eyes.
“No more.” I growl, yanking my briefs down and reaching for her, crazy with lust. But Lacey slips back out of my grasp with a teasing smile. “A dare’s a dare,” she grins, and then she plants both hands on my chest and shoves.
I fall backwards, hitting the pool with a splash. The freezing water closes over my head. I hear another splash, and see Lacey make an elegant dive into the pool. Her body slides past me, arched and effortless, twisting lazy circles as she reaches the bottom of the pool and smiles at me, inviting. I swim towards her underwater, grabbing her around her waist and pushing up, breaking the surface with a gasp.
“Naughty girl,” I tread water, holding her up in my arms.
Lacey laughs, the sound echoing in the hush of the pool “What can I say? I couldn’t resist.”
I pull her closer, sliding my hands down to grip her thighs. Lacey’s laughter fades. I can feel her, naked and wet, pressing against me, every inch, every curve, even the pulse of her heartbeat racing, thunder in her chest.
“Are you going to punish me?” she whispers, still flirting. Her hands slide across my shoulders, and I shudder under the touch, her br**sts pressed against my chest, the ripe curves soft between us.
“No,” I lean in, trailing my lips over her cheekbone, wanting her so bad, but wanting to make it last even more. The world has disappeared, all my rational thoughts chased clear from my mind. Now, the only thing that matters is the wet slide of her body against mine and the hard ache of my cock, pressing against her silken thigh.
***
This is a bad idea.
The thought echoes in my mind as Lacey leads me through the deserted lobby back to the elevators, her hips swinging with every step. I can think of a hundred reasons why breaking into the hotel pool and getting naked is the last thing we should be doing.
It’s a crime, for one thing, a voice scolds me. A misdemeanor maybe, but definitely not the kind of thing a partner-track lawyer should be doing.
But then Lacey fixes me with that tantalizing smile, and suddenly I don’t give a damn. I’d go rob a bank with her if it meant just another minute of her company. “Top floor,” she announces, hitting the button. The doors close behind us, and she winks. “Ready to break some rules?”
I don’t reply, my blood pounding. The only rule I want to break right now is the one that says gentlemen don’t shove girls up against the wall and go down on them in an elevator. “I thought the pool closed at seven,” I say, and then immediately feel like a fool.
Way to be crazy, Dan. You’re a real rebel.
Lacey smirks. “That’s what makes it fun.”
The elevator arrives, and Lacey peeks her head out, looking around. “OK, all-clear!” she whispers, gesturing me to follow. We sneak down the hallway, keeping a careful look out for anyone around. By the time we reach the doors at the far end, my heart is pounding — although whether it’s from the risk, or the feel of her hand, clutching my arm, I don’t know.
She reaches for the door.
“It’ll be locked,” I warn her, but it swings open without a sound.
Lacey grins. “Destiny,” she announces. “See? The universe wants us to do this.”
“I think the universe has bigger things to worry about,” I reply, but her excitement is infectious. She takes my hand, yanking me inside.
The door slams shut behind us. Inside, the pool area is dark and still. The water laps, deep blue against the pale tiles; the empty lifeguard’s station overlooking the long, rectangular pool. Security lights from outside cast strips of light across the room, and our footsteps echo in the hush of the room, totally alone.
Lacey heads straight for the edge of the pool, kicking off her strappy sandals. I stroll closer, reaching down to test the water.
“Cold,” I note.
She smirks. “Less talk, more action, mister. A dare’s a dare.”
I stand, not ten feet away from her, and slowly pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor.
Lacey raises an eyebrow. She slides one strap over her shoulder, then another. The dress ripples to the ground.
Fuck.
Lust slams through me, so hard I almost drop to my knees. Lacey is standing there in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy underwear. My brain short-circuits, my body tightens with desire.
She’s a goddess.
The moonlight falls through a window, brushing her skin with silvery light. The curves, the soft glide of her skin … I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. My blood surges as I greedily drink in every inch of her. Those br**sts, high and full.. Her slim waist.. Her long legs, tapering up to that scrap of lace at the apex of her thighs, promising the world, just out of sight.
Jesus Christ.
“Your turn,” she smiles at me.
I unlace my sweatpants and drop them to the floor. Her gaze slides lower, and I can tell from her smirk, the proof of my desire is showing, hard through my briefs.
Fuck it. She can’t strip like this and expect me to stay unmoved.
Lacey presses her tongue between her teeth, and hooks her thumbs under the lace of her panties. I stop breathing. The air between us blazes with electricity as she slowly, teasingly slides them over her legs to the floor.
I let out a tortured groan. She’s bare between her thighs, smooth and so f**king sexy it’s enough to make me lose my goddamn mind. Suddenly, all the self-control in the world is no match for the fire in my blood, the desire screaming through my veins, blotting out the world until there’s nothing but Lacey and the look of wicked temptation in her eyes.
“No more.” I growl, yanking my briefs down and reaching for her, crazy with lust. But Lacey slips back out of my grasp with a teasing smile. “A dare’s a dare,” she grins, and then she plants both hands on my chest and shoves.
I fall backwards, hitting the pool with a splash. The freezing water closes over my head. I hear another splash, and see Lacey make an elegant dive into the pool. Her body slides past me, arched and effortless, twisting lazy circles as she reaches the bottom of the pool and smiles at me, inviting. I swim towards her underwater, grabbing her around her waist and pushing up, breaking the surface with a gasp.
“Naughty girl,” I tread water, holding her up in my arms.
Lacey laughs, the sound echoing in the hush of the pool “What can I say? I couldn’t resist.”
I pull her closer, sliding my hands down to grip her thighs. Lacey’s laughter fades. I can feel her, naked and wet, pressing against me, every inch, every curve, even the pulse of her heartbeat racing, thunder in her chest.
“Are you going to punish me?” she whispers, still flirting. Her hands slide across my shoulders, and I shudder under the touch, her br**sts pressed against my chest, the ripe curves soft between us.
“No,” I lean in, trailing my lips over her cheekbone, wanting her so bad, but wanting to make it last even more. The world has disappeared, all my rational thoughts chased clear from my mind. Now, the only thing that matters is the wet slide of her body against mine and the hard ache of my cock, pressing against her silken thigh.
