Wet

Hey Paulie . . . will you swim with me in the ocean sometime?

I’ll swim with you anywhere if you wear that bikini.

I wish Stephan was fun like you.

I’m glad he isn’t. It makes me extra awesome.

I’ll say. Do you know what he’s doing right now?

On another business call?

No, he’s following the room maid around supervising her work. He’s done it every day. It makes me want to scream.

I bet. But I don’t want to talk about him, I want to talk about you.

I also want to tell her how much I miss her but that wouldn’t be cool considering everything.

Hey, Paul, I know we’re just friends and all but will you be looking at my hot bikini picture later when you get off?

I swallow hard. She knows me so well.

What makes you think I’m not looking at it and getting off now?

Are you?

Yes.

Pictures or it didn’t happen.

Use your imagination.

Believe me, I am.

Time for me to finish what you started, naughty tease.

Me too. Xoxo

I remember that she mentioned an important set of meetings in the following week so I’m assuming she’s back home, unless the Viking pulled a fast one. I keep hoping she’ll call or send me more dirty texts, but nothing. So on Tuesday I drive by her house early evening and don’t see any sign of her, but when I do the same Wednesday I see her on her porch with a watering can, moving from one flower pot to another.

She must have just come from work because she’s wearing one of those tight business-like navy skirts and a white fitted jacket thing that shows off her golden tan. I let out a long sigh and either I’m having a caffeine reaction, or my heart is racing just at the sight of her. I roll down the window and lean my head out.

“Hey lady! Haven’t you heard we’ve got a drought going on?”

She holds her hand up above her brow to shield the sun until she spots me.

Gri

She puts her hand on her hip and shakes her head. “Mr. Sprinkler is chastising me about using water?”

I park and step out of my car. “So what if I am?”

“You want to come regulate me, Mr. Official Guy?”

“Maybe I will.” I amble up to her front porch and flash a pretend harsh look. “How much water have you used with this activity?”

“Ha! Not enough!” she exclaims as she steps closer and tips her can in my direction. “You know what? You’re distracting me, and when I’m distracted my aim with the watering can isn’t so good,” she says with a flirty side-glance.

I pretend not to notice that’s she’s watering my feet and before she’s figured out my plan, I try to wrestle the can out of her hand. The resulting struggle creates a splash that soaks the front of her jacket.

I expect her to shriek and jump back, but instead she slowly unbuttons her jacket and opens the front, revealing the sheer white blouse she’s wearing underneath. We both stare at each other and then down at her chest as the water that splashed down her neckline does its magic.

Hot damn. If this were a wet T-shirt contest, she’d win, hands down.

I can’t help but stare with a lascivious grin.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asks with an arched brow.

“You bet I do.”

She nods her head toward the front door. “Wa

“Sure.”

As I follow her I’m mesmerized by how good her curvy hips look in that skirt, and the click of her high heel pumps on the wood floor. “Is that how you dress for work?”

“Yes, I’ve just come from a meeting.”

I imagine all the business men leering at her and it pisses me off. “It’s kind of sexy, don’t you think?”

“You think this is sexy?” she asks, turning to me.

“I do—and especially now,” I say, looking down where the thin fabric is clinging to the top of her breasts like a second skin.

“Well, that doesn’t count. When the jacket is on it’s essentially a business suit.”

I shrug. “Maybe it’s just you. You have this ability to make everything look sexy.”

“So how was Maui?” I ask after settling down at her kitchen table.

“Beautiful. It was good to get away.”

I nod and glance down, resisting picking at the label on my beer bottle.

“So, was it everything you’d hoped with the Viking?”

She shrugs. “It was fine. A mix of good and not-so-good—you know what I mean?”

I nod silently even if though I really want to know what she means by that. I remember my conversation with Patrick that made me think she’d fallen in love. If that’s true she certainly hides it well.

“Did you get your sex on the beach?”

She makes a cute little face. “I had to get him liquored up and really worked into a frenzy to even get down to the beach. I was determined . . . sex on the beach has always been on my bucket list.”

I have to wonder what else is on her bucket list. Is there anything on it that I could give her?

“So you said it was mixed. What was the good part?”

She twists a strand of her long hair in her fingers. “It’s hard to explain. But something about being on the shore made me feel kind of raw and wild. It was like I was on the edge of the earth with the moonlit waves crashing at our feet. It made me feel like an animal in the wilderness. I devoured him.”

My damn cock starts to get hard imagining raw and wild Elle, which is just an abomination since the Viking is involved. Traitor cock!

“Did he like being devoured?”

“Apparently, until in my passion, I kicked up the blankets and coated him with sand. You’d think I’d set his hair on fire the way he leapt up and squealed like a little girl.”

I throw my head back and laugh whole-heartedly.

She smiles at my reaction.

“So was that the end of it?”

“Hardly. No, I taunted him then and we argued which resulted in him fucking me hard, which was really hot. It was so hot and aggressive that I got rubbed raw from the sand.”

I feel a

“Believe me, there’s nothing sexy about sand abrasion.”

“Way too much information,” I groan.

“Well, have you done it on the beach?”

“Does in the ocean count?”

“You did it in the ocean?”

“Yeah, you sound surprised.”

She sighs. “No. Just jealous.”

“Should I be jealous? You’re the one who just had a love co

She looks up at me with wide eyes. “Are you?”

I shrug. “Maybe, just a little.”

Gri

“Okay . . .”

“It’s a big favor—really big.”

“Do you have another burned out light bulb in some heavy ass light fixture?”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s a much bigger favor than that. I’d really appreciate it if you could take me to my bestie’s wedding this September. I mean, I know weddings are torture for dudes—”

I jump in before she goes on. “Sure, I’ll take you.”

“And it’s formal . . .” She makes a grim face like she’s really trying to talk me out of it.

“Awesome. I look hot in a tux. Besides, I love weddings!”

Her mouth falls open. “You love weddings?”

“What’s not to love? It’s a big party and everyone’s happy.”

“You’re killing me with this, Paulie. Are you toying with me? I thought all men hated weddings.”

“Not this man.” I glance over at her and watch her wiggle with delight in her seat. She appears so happy and relieved.

“Hey, so why me? Why not the Viking?”

She twists her beer bottle in her hand as she looks down. “You’re more fun.”