Page 92 of Heart Breaker

“My swimsuit?”

“Yes, your swimsuit. I want to fuck my wife in the hot tub.”

My gaze flicks from the tub on our patio to the hotel across the street to Wes, wondering if he’s actually serious.

“Wes, there are people staying in that hotel.” I gesture toward the windows. “What if someone sees us?”

“The sun will go down in thirty minutes. I have plenty of ideas to keep us busy in that tub until then.”

“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

“For longer than I should admit.”

The look he gives me has wetness pooling between my thighs.

“Wes, this is crazy.”

He grabs my jaw. “That’s what makes it so much fun. Stop overthinking it, Lottie. We’re going to make each other come. Go put on your suit.”

This man and his mouth.

Until I met Wes Winters, I had no idea how much I liked a little dirty talk. I love that he can take me from zero to a hundred in three seconds and he knows it.

The hotel across the road seems quiet enough, but I remind myself that it’s full of people on vacation. People who stare out their windows at the mountain views and whatever else they might catch sight of. People who definitely don’t need a front-row seat to whatever ridiculous idea my husband has dreamed up.

But Wes has this ability to make me do whatever he asks, and before I know it, I’m digging my suit out of my bag and heading to the bathroom to change.

Am I overthinking this? Probably. Do I still want to know exactly what Wes has planned? Absolutely.

“Peach.” His amused voice floats down the hallway. “You almost ready?”

I take a deep breath and then step out of the bedroom to find Wes already waiting, wearing the most infuriatingly confident smile I’ve ever seen. He’s waiting for me next to the hot tub, one hand adjusting the bulge behind his swim shorts. My eyes are glued to my husband, who has the most perfect body I’ve ever seen. God, he’s hot as fuck.

I’m already soaking wet. I’m salivating. I want to drop to my knees and put that beautiful cock in my mouth.

“You are perfect.” His gaze drifts over me like he’s trying to memorize the sight of me. “All mine. How did I get so fucking lucky?”

My heart stumbles as I walk toward him, my gaze flicking to the hotel looming behind him, wondering who’s behind those windows, if they’re watching, and how much they can see. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

“You’re already hard for me.” I snake my hand down into his shorts to his cock, giving it long, firm, slow strokes.

He groans, dipping his forehead to mine. “And I bet I’m going to find a mess in your bathing suit.”

I grin. “Probably. Lucky for me it’s easier to hide.”

We sink into the tub and hot water wraps around my body like a blanket. Streams of bubbles dance across the surface, swirling around us as steam curls into the cooler mountain air.

Wes pulls me onto his lap and nips my earlobe. “This suit looks fucking amazing on you, Lottie.” He traces a finger from my neck over to my shoulder to one strap of my swimsuit, curling it around the thin strap. My breath hitches. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you.” His other hand palms one side of my ass. “I can’t wait to be inside you and fill you with my come.”

My pulse hammers against my ribs in anticipation and his words make my hips move back and forth over the ridge in his shorts, seeking friction.

My eyes sweep the horizon, searching balconies and windows for any sign that somebody is watching. I return my focus to Wes when he palms my breast and slides the triangle of my bikini top to the side.

“I love these pretty tits, Lottie.” He pinches one nipple between his fingers, sending a surge of bliss right between my thighs. “These are mine. I am the only man who gets to ever touch these.” He thrusts his erection up into my core as he pinches my nipple even harder.

Oh God.

I could pretend I’m not enjoying this, but I’d be lying. There is something undeniably intoxicating about the possibly of being caught, and I hate how much it thrills me.