Page 132 of A Match Made in Vegas


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Then, when everything that isn't covered by fabric is covered by sunscreen, he squeezes lotion onto his fingers and slips his hand into my bikini top.

Relief floods my body. I need his touch here. I need it everywhere, but I really need it here.

My back arches. My thighs shake. My head falls into the crook of his neck.

I bite my lip so I won't moan. So I won't alert the entire pool to how much I want him.

But it's hard.

I really fucking want him.

He rubs lotion into my breast with those same slow, gentle movements. Then he applies another squirt of lotion, and he does the same with my other breast.

My eyes go to the men in the back. One of them is watching with interest. As if he wants to be the one spreading lotion. As if he wants to join us.

How would it feel to invite someone to watch? To demand someone watch?

There is a thrill to this. My entire body is humming.

I lean back, letting myself into Jackson.

He reclines into the chair.

We're a normal couple, lounging in a normal chair, except for the whole topless pool thing.

I rest my head on his chest.

He presses his lips to my ear and brings his hands to my hips. He keeps them there, on the outside of my shorts.

He traces the waistband with his left hand. Back and forth. Again and again. Down the undone button, to the seam of the shorts, to inches from where I need him.

I want to take him; I really do.

But this isn't the place. This is a tease.

Only a perfect, beautiful, horrible tease.

I let my eyes move around the space. A topless couple flirts. Two topless women kiss all for their own benefit, but the guys in the corner sure enjoy watching.

European tourists roll their eyes.Americans and their silly obsession with nudity.

The kissing women break and dive into the pool and swim around each other.

The same guy looks to me again.

This time, Jackson follows my gaze. He brings his lips to my ear. "Do you want him to see?"

I nod into his chest.

"Then show him." He traces the strap of my bikini top to the knot behind my neck. "Show me."

"Help me." I breathe.

He tugs at the knot just hard enough to undo it.

The fabric falls off my chest.

The guy's eyes go wide. Someone else looks my way. A couple who's enjoying each other. Another topless woman.

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