I pause by the nook table where Derek still sits. It’s barely a choice to walk to him. More like a compulsion. I wrap my arms around him from behind and kiss his cheek. “Want to know a secret?”
“Always,” he rumbles.
I press my breasts to his back and whisper in his ear. “I was thinking of you when I bought my suit this year.”
He catches my hands, holding me against him. “You’re playing with fire, baby.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He runs his hands up my arms, but releases me before we get anywhere interesting. I almost push him, but ultimately decide that the swimsuit will do the heavy lifting for me.
It takes a few minutes to brush my teeth, fasten my hair up in an artfully messy bun, and pull on the swimsuit. It’s…scandalous is a good word. It’s not quite a thong, but the back is cut high and narrow, leaving most of my ass exposed. The front triangle barely covers my pussy. The top is just as tiny, leaving my breasts looking like one wrong move could expose me.
And it’s white. The second it gets wet, I might as well be naked.
I am, most assuredly, an asshole, but to be fair, I didn’t honestly think we’d end up in the hot tub while we were here. Or if we did, I’d just wait for Derek to leave before I showed Grayson exactly how see-through my suit became. What can I say? I love tempting my husband into reckless fucking where we might be caught at any moment.
Being the reason Grayson loses control is like a drug to me. I am constantly teasing him when we’re on dates, seeing how far I can nudge him until he drags me somewhere semi-private and we have our way with each other.
I half hope to find Grayson and Derek making out when I get out to the hot tub, but they’re sitting on opposite sides, chatting about a mutual acquaintance. It’s such a sheer shot of normalcy, it’s almost enough to make me doubt what we’ve spent the last twelve hours doing. Or at least it is until they look at me with identical heat in their eyes.
Grayson raises his brows. “I think you left the rest of your swimsuit in the room.”
I run my hands down my bare sides. “You don’t like it?” I turn slowly, giving them plenty of time to ogle my ass. “I mean, I can go change if you really need me to.”
Grayson shakes his head. “Get your ass in here.”
I climb carefully into the hot tub and sink down next to Grayson. He’s obviously got a particular way he wants to play this, so I’m content to follow his lead. Except he just keeps chatting with Derek. It’s strange and so normal, all at the same time, and I settle down to relax in the warm water. The snow hasn’t stopped falling, and it peppers my exposed skin with cool kisses, offsetting the heat permeating my body below the surface of the water.
“Emma.”
I open my eyes and look at my husband. “Mmm?”
His brows lower, and my stomach gives a delicious little kick. I love it when he gets firm with me. “That suit is fucking ridiculous.”
“I think it’s sexy.”
“No shit.” He moves fast, grabbing me around the waist and towing me over to him. I end up kneeling on the seat next to him, which raises my upper half out of the water. Grayson glares at my breasts. “Baby, I can see your nipples.”
“Whoops?”
“Don’t even pretend like you’re sorry.” His gaze follows the water dripping down my skin. The cold kicks in almost immediately, pebbling my nipples against the thin fabric of my suit and raising goosebumps across my exposed skin. Grayson’s still glaring at the water. “I bet if you stand up, I can see your pussy through those tease of bottoms.”
“Maybe.” I can’t help smiling a little.
He turns to Derek, who’s watching us with a closed expression on his face as if he’s not sure how Grayson’s going to play this either. My husband doesn’t make us wait long. He looks at his best friend and then looks at me. “You wore this suit for him.”
True guilt flickers through me because I did consider what Derek might do think if he saw me in this suit. “No, I bought it for you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Emma.” He skates a hand up my spine and wraps his fist around my bun. One tug has me bending back against his arm. “You want him to look? He’s going to fucking look.” His voice snaps. “Get over here, Derek. Look at what my little slut of a wife put on for you.”
The water moves slightly as Derek shifts closer. “Emma likes to put on a show. No harm, no foul.”