“It sounds like I’m going to end up distracted.”
“Oh, I’m sure the other girls are wearing something similar. You guys will definitely enjoy the view.”
“So will you,” he says, smiling against my neck.
“Oh, yeah? What are you wearing?”
“The equivalent of a white sheet tied around my body with a gold rope.”
“Sounds about right.” Snuggling closer, Jace slides his hand under the tank top I slipped back on and begins drawing circles on my stomach.
“Did they not wear underwear in ancient Greece?”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Because they didn’t include any, and we were told to only wear what was delivered. Which means I’m going commando, and I’ll be sporting a hard-on based on how you described your outfit. We’re not even allowed to get in the water in our costumes. How the hell am I going to hide my reaction to seeing you?”
I can’t help but laugh at the visual of Jace in his toga pitching a tent for all to see.
“You think that’s funny?” he asks, tickling my sides, causing me to rub up against him. We’ve already gone two rounds, but judging by his growing erection, we’re far from done tonight.
“I think it’ll make it easier for me to take advantage of you,” I note, turning in his arms and wrapping one leg around him. “Like right now. When you’re without underwear. I can straddle you and make you forget everyone else’s name but mine.”
Pressing my lips to his before he can reply, Jace lets me take control.