Page 29 of Summer Affair

“You taste like honey,” he said against her belly. “Smell like sin,” he growled. Then he shifted her up until she sat on the edge of the table with her legs spread wide. When his tongue darted inside her, she cried out as her body convulsed with one of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever experienced. Her entire body tingled and exploded for him.

What would it be like to be fully with him?

How would she survive it?

She felt Dean shift and when she opened her eyes, he was hovering over her, looking deep into her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked with a grin.

She nodded slightly. “You?”

He chuckled. “I have never seen anything like the fireworks that just took place.” He pulled her close, his eyes running over her face.

She smiled. “That was nothing compared to the full show.”

He chuckled, the deep sound vibrating their bodies.

“Soon,” he said, and she didn’t know if it was a promise or a threat.

Just then, they both heard someone knocking on the outer door.

“Shit.” She glanced at her watch. “That’s probably Kara.” She fumbled for her clothes.

Dean stood back and waited until she was dressed again as he wrapped the towel around his hips once more.

“Thanks, for helping me relax,” he said once she was fully clothed.

She stopped with her hand on the door. “Any time. Take your time getting dressed. The other rooms are ready.” Before walking out, she rushed over and kissed him once more. She smiled. “I hope your sister gets better.”

He nodded and she rushed out and greeted Kara and her waiting clients.

She didn’t see him leave and, for the rest of her workday, her mind kept replaying what they’d done. How he’d made her feel so much. So alive. Far more than ever before.

She couldn’t help smiling the rest of the day, even when something went wrong, such as the downpour of rain that happened just as she was walking to her car.

By the time she got behind the wheel, she was soaking wet and laughing.

Even the voice message her mother had left earlier when she’d been in with a client didn’t dim her spirits.

Only when she was making herself a sandwich for dinner and her mother called once more, did her lightheartedness dim.

“Hey, Mom,” she said, setting the food down on her kitchen table. The rain was still coming down outside, which meant that she’d be eating dinner inside.

“What’s this I hear about you not wanting to help your sister out with her charity event?” her mother said in the tone she always got just before she chewed her out for the next hour.

In the end, she promised her mother she’d see if there was any possibility the camp could squeeze in her sister’s charity event.

Her mother always took her sister’s side of things. Especially now that Amy and her husband paid for her rent in an upscale high-rise apartment building that overlooked the Gulf.

The next morning, she arrived at the camp half an hour earlier than normal. Seeing Julie behind the desk at the computer, she walked over.

“Morning, Julie.” Andrea leaned on the counter. Julie and Damion had welcomed their daughter, Malia Angelia, the year before when they’d taken a yearlong sail on their boat to visit Julie’s family in Hawaii.

Now they were back at work and building their dream home not far from the campgrounds.

Julie looked up, smiling warmly. “Morning, Andrea! What brings you in so early?”

Andrea hesitated for a moment, then sighed. “I need a favor. And I know it’s a big one.”