Beautiful Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy 2)

“Oh, I already do.”

We hang up, and I force myself to open up that licensing agreement from before. But I’ve barely made it through two paragraphs when I hear a splash outside my window that makes every hair on my body stand on end and my skin tingle with anticipation.

I scramble to my floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side of the room, and my heart leaps and bounds, every bit as much as my cock twitches. It’s Georgina. Swimming laps in the moonlight. Giving me a glorious view of her naked backside.

Chapter 6

Reed

My cock is hard as steel and pulsing as I watch Georgina’s naked form swimming laps two stories below. Back and forth across the length of my moonlit pool, she goes, her toned legs and arms working furiously. Back and forth she goes, torturing me. Have I ever seen a more perfect ass? I’m certain I haven’t. I’m physically aching to bite that ass. To lick it and fuck it. I lean my forehead against the window, breathing hard. Feeling consumed with lust. Yeah, she hates me right now. But, even so, she obviously came outside to give me a show. Which means hating me isn’t keeping her from wanting me. Unless, of course, she only came out here to torture me—to dangle what I can’t have in front of me. Which, knowing her, is probably the case.

After a while, Georgina stops in the middle of the pool, flips over, and floats on her back. And I’m gone. Jolted with carnal, unadulterated, white-hot lust and desire like nothing I’ve felt before. I saw swaths and peeks and segments of her gorgeous body earlier tonight at the stadium, but this is the first time I’m seeing her fully nude, all at once, although the dark water lapping at her sides is doing its damnedest to impede my view. And, good lord, she’s a wet dream. A goddess. The most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld in my life, without a doubt.

My eyes trained on Georgina, I slowly pull my briefs off, freeing my straining cock, and toss them onto the floor. My breathing heavy and tortured, I bound over to my nightstand, open the top drawer, and quickly sift through the accoutrements I keep there—soft cuffs, cords, and various vibrating toys—until I locate a bottle of lube.

After briskly wetting my palm, I return to the window. And with my forehead pressed against the glass, and my eyes trained on Georgina’s floating form below, I grip myself and get to work. I move my palm slowly, not wanting to get myself off too rapidly. But that’s easier said than done, when your visual is Georgina Ricci floating naked in a moonlit swimming pool.

All too fast, I’m hurtling toward release. I feel my balls tightening. Tingles shooting through my core and cock and balls. I lay my free palm flush against the window, to the side of my forehead, and give myself permission to lose it. But just before I come, Georgina opens her eyes, turns her head, and looks straight at me, shocking the hell out of me and stopping my hand mid-pump.

There’s a split-second pause, where neither of us reacts.

I’m a thief. She’s a cop with a flashlight.

And then... Georgina smiles. And, thankfully, it’s a bold, brazenly sensuous smile. A smile that tells me she likes what she sees. A lot.

My eyes locked with Georgina’s, I resume my work—this time, far more slowly than before, just in case Georgina gets the bright idea to join me.

Biting her lip, Georgina glides to the side of the pool, hoists herself onto the ledge, and stands underneath my window—giving me my first wholly unimpeded view of her naked body. And she’s glorious. Her curves are an hourglass in the moonlight. Her nipples erect. Her wet hair is slicked back, showcasing her high cheekbones and full lips. She’s a goddess. A fantasy come to life. And... Oh, God, I think I’m gonna come.

Condensation begins pooling on the glass in front of my face. I’m a caged lion, an unruly beast trapped behind glass, being teased with a slab of meat. Oh, fuck, I’d pay her any amount of money if she’d come to me now and suck my dick. If only she’d get her hot ass up here and let me touch and lick every square inch of her and then fuck her every which way.

“Touch yourself,” I mouth to her. And then again. And again. And again. Until, finally, her face lights up with understanding. Her body trembling with arousal, she sits on the ground, spreads her smooth legs wide, and touches herself, right where I’m dying to lick her.

Oh, God, this is so fucking hot.

With a loud groan, I lick at the glass, wishing my tongue were licking her sweet pussy. And that does it for her, apparently. Her eyes roll back into her head, her body stiffens and then quakes with her orgasm.