Her Naughty Holiday (Men at Work 2)

“I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand.”

“Thank you. Now let’s do something other than talk about my family.”

“It’s really a boner killer.”

“Sorry. What’s the opposite of a boner killer?”

“You.”

“You want to talk about me?”

“I would love to talk about you. I would love to talk about you in bed.”

“We’re in a boat. No bed here, and the cabin is way over there.” She pointed to a tiny speck in the distance. Erick had rowed them all the way from one side of Lost Lake to the other. Now they had to row back.

“I can get us back there in no time.”

“It took us two hours to get out here.”

“Give me some inspiration.”

“Hmm...how about this? As soon as we get back to the cabin, I’ll do that thing you suggested we do while I was going down on you last night.”

“I don’t remember what I said. I was in a sex trance.”

“Then let’s get back to the cabin and I’ll tell you what you said. Then we’ll do it.”

“You drive a hard bargain. And by that I mean I’m hard.”

“Start rowing, mister.”

Erick rowed them halfway back to the cabin, then stopped in the middle of the lake.

“What’s wrong?” Clover asked.

“I just remembered something,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m old.”

“You rest. I’ll row,” she said, taking the oars from him.

“Or we could fuck in the boat.”

“I’m not putting my bare ass on an aluminum boat bottom,” she said. “It’s too cold to have sex outside.”

“Not even oral?”

“There is a man and his two sons on the shore fishing right over there.”

“So that’s a no to boat oral?”

“That is a no to boat oral.”

“Give me those oars,” he said.

Clover refused and she started rowing the boat back to the cabin. She wasn’t as fast as Erick but slow and steady wins the race, and with sex being the prize for this race, she rowed, certain of victory.