“Take your best shot,” I egged her on.
She placed a finger to her suckable lips, gazing skyward before returning her copper eyes to mine. “I don’t know. Maybe Frank. You look like a Frank.”
I cocked a brow. “Do I? No, not Frank. Name’s Theo.”
“Ah…Theo…I see now.”
I raised a brow. “See what?”
“Your name…I see how you managed to get me out here. You had God on your side.” She laughed, moving closer. “Theo means God given.” Her eyes met mine with intensity. “Feeling like a saint or a sinner tonight, Theo?”
“Oh, definitely a fucking sinner,” I said, grabbing her, “and worshipping, namely, you.”
Where can I fuck this girl, already? The beach—too sandy. The ocean—too wet.
A lifeguard station sat off in the distance and I was already pulling Penelope in that direction.
“Get your sexy ass up there.” I grabbed a handful as she stepped her first foot in the rung of the ladder.
“Race you to the top,” she said, laughing as she glanced down to me.
Damn, this sexy temptress teased me. A snap decision and I took off running toward another staircase off to the left.
I’d get to the top before her if my life depended on it.
A sexy smirk, fingers playing with the strands of her shimmery top, and a wicked gleam in her eyes awaited me when I reached the large deck.
“Damn, you’re quick,” I breathed out fast.
“Not quick at everything.” The way she batted her fake eyelashes made my heart beat faster.
“Yeah, I like to take things nice and slow, too.” I grabbed the handrails, leaning over slightly as I gradually made my way to her.
“Just the way I like it,” she paused as I stalked even closer. “Well, sometimes.” She winked as I reached her. My hands moved to the sides of her face, drawing her in, my lips capturing hers once again.
The feel of her tongue tracing along mine and my cock sprang to life. Her sexy curves pressed against me as I guided her back toward the lifeguard chair.
A soft summer breeze, a light touch of air, a slight shiver of Penelope’s body had me holding on tighter.
Breaking the kiss, I glanced over her, memorizing the way she sparkled with the backdrop of the ocean behind her.
“You’re stunning,” I whispered across her glittery skin.
She blushed, even with the heavy makeup, before she ran her hand along the front of my pants gripping my hardness underneath.
“Yeah, stroke my cock,” I growled against her silver wig, rocking my hips into her hand. Her mouth sucked my neck as my fingers worked the ties of her bikini top, freeing her tits for me to see.
Edging her closer to the seat, I ran my hand over her heightened nipple—squeezing, tugging, and then sucking it with my hungry mouth. She whimpered, running her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly.
I was in control now, and I wanted her to know it.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked as she gazed with a fire in her eyes.
“Everywhere,” she whispered.
I would get her to say what I wanted to hear.
Lightly, I traced a finger down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken as she moaned. “Here?”