The Boss hole (An Enemies To Lovers Romance)

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about what comes after. I’ve been driving towards this for so long. I guess I don’t even know what I want after. I just know I want Russ Coleton to regret what he did.”

We stopped by a lake. It was a beautiful little spot. Trees hemmed it in on all sides and we had to walk down a steep slope to reach it. The moon was out in full and covered the lake in silver, shimmering light.

“I still don’t even understand how this wound up happening, for the record. Us, I mean.”

“Are you trying to say I’m not charming?” I asked.

Jules laughed. She hugged my arm, looking out over the water with me. “You’re no Prince Charming. No. But I’ve been around the same kind of powerful man for so long. I guess you were just so different that I couldn’t stop myself from being fascinated by you.”

“And what if I’m not as different as you think?” I asked.

“You are, though. But I still don’t understand why you are interested in me. You could have any woman you want.”

“I told myself I wouldn’t distract myself with relationships until this was all over. I didn’t realize how long that would be when I made that promise to myself. Still, I had no trouble sticking to it until you came along. I wish I could put my finger on what it was, but you defy my self-control, Jules. You’re dangerous for me because you’re the only person who can make me forget how badly I want Russ Coleton to pay.”

“Is it my bubbly personality, maybe?” she asked. She was speaking low and sexy, with her hands on the hem of her shirt as she took a few steps back. “Or maybe you only want me for my body?” She tugged her shirt off, then shimmied out of her shorts, laughing as she tossed the shorts at my face. She kicked off her shoes and socks, then started wading into the water, then plucked off her bra and slung it toward the shore. She reached under the water and produced a soaked pair of panties a moment later, which she threw to join the pile of discarded clothes at my feet.

This damn woman. I looked over my shoulder, but I knew we’d hiked quite a distance from the campsite. I set down the blackened chicken on a stick and tore off my shirt, pants, and shoes. By the time the water was at my chest, I was as naked as Jules was.

She was still smiling as she waded in the water backwards. She’d dipped her head under so her hair was wet and slicked back away from her forehead.

I swam toward her, quickly closing the distance while she tried to doggy paddle away from me. I was a fast swimmer, and I caught her almost immediately.

I put my arms around her slick body, carrying her under one arm until I could get my feet on the rocky ground of the lake. Jules struggled against me, laughing while I toted her back. I had my footing, but she had to cling to me to stay afloat if she didn’t want to have to tread water. She wrapped her legs around my waist, chewing her lip.

My already hard cock was sandwiched between us. She felt it too and gave me a taunting little wiggle of her eyebrows. She put both arms around my neck, then began slowly moving her hips up and down, stroking my cock with her pussy beneath the water.

I took two handfuls of her ass, squeezing as I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth and her movements grew more feverish. The water started to ripple out from us as she kept grinding into me. I took her by the hips and slid her downward. I pushed myself up toward her, gripping my cock with one hand and guiding it inside her.

She buried her face in the crook between my neck and shoulder, moaning softly.

I fucked her until the water was bubbling from the motion of our bodies moving against each other. When we’d finished, my back was raw from where her fingertips had dug into me, and I was pleasantly exhausted.

“Well,” she said, clearing her throat. “I have to say I probably should’ve seen that coming, but I’ll be the first to say I didn’t.”

I grinned. “You thought you could invite me skinny dipping and not get fucked?”

“When you say it like that, it does sound unlikely.”

I kissed her, holding her close to me and enjoying the slick feeling of her bare body against mine. It was so fucking peaceful out in the water. The only sounds were the gentle lapping of crisp lakewater against our bodies and the rustle of trees in every direction. Out here, I could forget about it all. About needing revenge. About work. I could imagine simply walking away and laying it all down. Living a different kind of life.