She stirs and opens her eyes, a slow smile curling her lips as she stretches. “Hello, handsome. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“I don’t mind.”
She’s here. With me.
“Where’s Sabine and Toby?” she asks.
“Lois’s house. Milo is there, and they’re playing video games. I hope that’s okay?”
She bites her lip. “Does this mean we’re alone?”
“They’ve been gone for maybe an hour, so . . .”
She grabs her phone and fires off a text. “I’m telling Lois to keep them there for a while. Maybe order them a pizza. It’s close to dinnertime, and Sabine loves Domino’s gluten-free . . .”
I grin. “What will we do without them here?”
“Fun and games . . . give me a head start, ’kay? About twenty seconds,” she says as she stirs around in my arms to get out of the hammock.
“What do you mean?”
She stands. “We’re going to play a game. Keep up, Fancy Pants.” She darts around the pool toward the house. Dog raises his head from the lounge chair he’s asleep in, then snuffles out a disgusted sound and lies back down.
I heave myself out. “Don’t you think we’re too old for hide-and-seek?”
“We’re never too old for games!” she calls out from the french doors. “I won’t be hard to find! FYI, I’m off my period!” The door slams behind her, and I count to twenty, then take off after her.
I go to the pantry first, then circle back to the kitchen, then head for my office. I swing the door open, and she’s leaning against the pool table, a stick in hand. She’s already racked the balls.
“See. Told ya it would be easy.”
I drape my eyes over her body. “Are we going to play pool?”
“Hmm, I’m not very good.”
“I don’t believe you,” I murmur, walking closer to her, grazing my hand down her arm. “You go first.”
“Done!” She turns, lines up her cue, and shoots, sinking two solids.
“Damn,” I breathe. “You’re good.”
“Take off your shirt, Coach.”
“Oh, it’s that kind of game, huh?” I pull at the neck of my Pythons shirt and toss it to the ground. Her eyes track over my chest, lingering on the V of my hips.
“Nice tent in your pants,” she murmurs, then scratches on the next turn and pouts.
I grab my cue and line up and sink two stripes.
She cocks her hips. “Well . . . what do you want?”
“Your shorts. They have to go,” I purr.
She unsnaps them and eases them down, revealing a black lace thong. Her legs go for miles, and my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip, my teeth digging in. “Nice.”
I scratch on the next turn, and she lines up to shoot, bending over the pool table, her ass on display. My hand twitches to touch her. As if she knows, she throws a look at me over her shoulder. “No touching the goods,” she says. “That’s for later.”
My cock thickens.
Like she’s done it a million times, she adjusts the cue and sinks a solid, then turns to me. “Secret time. Tell me one.”
My lids lower. “I’d rather take my pants off and get this party started.”
“Secret. Now.”
I shift my feet, my gaze going to the closet door where Leia is. “I didn’t like the Leia because her hair wasn’t blonde.”
Her mouth parts. “You wanted a me-Leia?”
“Hmm.” I didn’t understand my dissatisfaction with the wax figure when she arrived, but . . . she wasn’t Nova, and I wanted something closer to the beauty I’d met.
She smiles. “Ah, that might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said . . .”
I roll my eyes. “Just go again. I’m ready for my turn to happen.”
She misses, then gives me room to make a shot, grazing her hand over my crotch as she slides past.
I groan, adjusting my breathing from her touch, then lean over the table and sink a stripe. I tap my chin, eyeing her. It’s so clear what I want. Her naked. Completely. “The shirt. Off.”
She pulls at the hem slowly, her hips swaying back and forth as she tugs it over her hair and tosses it over her head. My chest rises at the sight of her in her black bra and panties. Our eyes lock. “You like?”
“Mm-hmm.” I turn and attempt another shot, and miraculously it goes in.
“Bra. Lose it,” I demand.
She unsnaps the front, dangles it on her fingers, and then throws it at me. “Get ready to wear it.”