“You’re such a nerd,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against mine. “And a very naughty boy who needs to work.”
A few minutes later, we’re sitting knee-to-knee digging into a most delectable breakfast. She’s made so much food, I honestly don’t know where to start: the raspberry compote-filled crepes, the fresh fruit, the scrambled eggs, the bacon, or her. I watch as she takes a bite of a strawberry and decide I need to let her eat. If she’s anywhere near as hungry as I am, it would be the kind thing to do.
After our first few bites, she wipes her mouth with her napkin. “Now, I think we should set down some ground rules.”
Uh oh. Ground rules sounds so…ruley. Pausing my hand halfway between my plate and my mouth, I say, “Like what?”
“Well, it’s clear that you can’t get enough of me, and I understand, I really do. But you have a serious deadline, and there’s no way I’m going to get in the way of that, no matter how badly you want to shag me.”
“Damn. You’re right. So what do you propose?”
“I think we should agree not to do anything physical again until you finish the entire thing and it’s been sent off.”
“No deal. That’ll take weeks.” I shake my head and have a sip of my coffee. “I have a counter-proposal. After every scene I complete, we take a break for a specified amount of time to drive each other wild.”
“No way. You don’t have time for that. End of each day but only if your brain is too exhausted to write, and no pretending just so you can get into my knickers.”
“You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll accept.”
“Smart man.”
* * *
Three Weeks Later
So, the whole ‘my brain is too tired to write’ thing is a bit of a moving target. To be honest, these last few days, we’ve moved more to a schedule that resembles writing as a break when we’re too tired to have sex. It’s honestly not been that good for my productivity, but damn, if I’m not having the best time ever.
The good news is that the pages I’ve been sending to Zach have been received every bit as well as I’d hoped, and I only have three more chapters to finally be free of this series forever. We should easily get through those today, which is why I suggested we take an early morning dip in the infinity pool to wake us up.
Breakfast has been served so we know we have this entire island to ourselves until we call for lunch. There’s a tremendous feeling knowing you have this kind of uninterrupted privacy–it’s like the world’s greatest aphrodisiac. Unless you’re one of those people who likes the idea of getting caught. Then you’d hate it here.
Emma stands in front of me in the water, then leans back to dip her hair in, her lovely, perky breasts rising up so I can see them. Mmm yes, I think I’ll start right there. I can only use one hand and my other one needs to stay on the pool deck so as not to wet my cast, but it’s totally going to be worth it. Pulling her to me with my good hand, I lift her up and hold her in place while she rubs up against me and we kiss like it’s the first and last time rolled into one.
“Emma, what the hell?” a male voice calls out before a loud laughing sound comes from the same general direction.
We freeze in place, then we both turn our faces to see who exactly is watching us. It’s her brother, Harrison, who I met when I checked in, and a younger-looking version of her brother, who I can only assume is also…her brother. Well, if that won’t ruin a perfectly good erection, nothing will.
“Ha ha ha! Emma! You lady dog!” the younger one says.
Unwrapping her legs from my waist, Emma crouches in the water and closes her eyes for a moment, then says, “Will, when did you get back?”
“Late last night,” he says, looking much more amused than the older one.
“Emma, I’d like to talk to you,” Harrison says, looking like a vein is about to pop in his neck. “Now.”
He grabs one of the bathrobes off the chaise longue next to the pool and holds it out to her, then turns his back to us while Emma hurries out of the water and puts it on. The two disappear around the corner toward the front of the villa, leaving me completely nude with their little brother.
“I’m Will. Emma’s my big sister.”
“Pierce.”
“I know. I’m a huge fan of the show,” he says with a wide grin. “How’s the ending coming along? Are you going with happy or horrifying?”
“At the moment, it’s looking like it’ll be horrifying.”
24
Once the Cat is Out of the Bag, There’s Really No Getting It Back in…
