“And rule two?”
“This one is the most important one.” She leaned in close enough that Theo could smell her floral shampoo and a hint of the cinnamon candy she loved. “Number two: you can see me naked, but only if you catch me.”
“That's not how you play...” he growled, but she put one long slender finger over his lips. She looked wild and carefree in the seat of his car in the moonlight. Theo felt his heart hammering in his chest and a slower, harder pounding beginningin his groin at the thought of finally seeing all of her beautiful body laid bare.
"Ready?" she asked, her hand on the doorknob.
“Set.” She climbed out, one graceful leg poised to run, and turned to look at him with a smile. He thought he could never get tired of watching her.
“Go!” The door slammed behind her, and she took off like a nymph, heading straight to the woods that led to the beach.
Theo sat still for a moment. The logical, honorable part of him started to count. "One...two...fuck it,” he said viciously. He ran.
The parking lot was edged by a dense thicket of pine trees, with a winding path that led down to the public beach. Through the branches, Theo caught a glimpse of golden hair weaving along the tail. He quickened his pace, his heart hammering against his chest. Every cell in his body vibrated with life, the chase igniting a primal instinct in him to pursue until he was almost soundless in the dark woods.
Her laughter, light and teasing, floated back to him, punctuated by a startled “shit”—she probably stepped on something. Silly woman left her shoes in the car. He passed her red bandanna flung to the side of the path. Anticipation spiked, and he lengthened his stride to put an end to the chase.
"Come and get me,” she taunted, running faster to the dock. In one smooth move, she reached down for the hem of her dress, drew it off over her head, and tossed it just before she ran onto the wooden dock. She was close enough now that he could see the smooth globes of her ass in the moonlight.
A lacy purple bra hit him in the face. It slowed him down just long enough for her to get to the end of the dock, where she turned around, bare except for the thin blue lines of her underwear. She was magnificent. Her body curved likean instrument. Smooth, graceful lines dipping in and flaring out. He wanted her more than anything in his life. He stopped running and drank her in.
Slowly, she lifted her hands into her hair and pushed it back over her shoulders, revealing herself even more. The lake was calm, the soft lapping of the water against the dock and the faint hum of the carnival music across the lake the only sound as she stared back at him boldly. Her breasts were full, with dark pink tips that tilted upward, her softly curved stomach leading to graceful thighs. Even her feet were a work of art. Pink tipped and dainty. White hot lust ripped through him. "Amber," he breathed.
"I took pity on you and slowed down, Mr. Mayor," she said teasingly. “I’m a runner now, you know.”
"You cheated," he said.
She raised her eyebrows. "Are you not looking at me naked?"
"You're not naked," he said, his eyes dropping to her bikini bottoms.
A slow, flirty smile curved her lips. "Oh? Then take care of that."
Theo reached out, gripped the fragile strips of fabric, and yanked her forward. They came off in his grip, and he was left holding a scrap of nothing. Amber laughed and turned around, lifting her arms into a perfect swan dive off the dock.
He grew up swimming in this lake. His family owned a lake house on the other end, and he knew every dock and swim spot, but his heart hit his throat when he saw her graceful dive into the water and held until she popped back up.
"Was your naughty dare everything you thought it would be, Mr. Mayor?" she said, leaning back and backstroking. Her nipples broke the water, wet droplets beading her skin as the water rippled around her.
Theo undid the buttons on his shirt.
"I'm telling you, there's nothing you can do that would scare me. I've done it all," she said, lazily stroking parallel to the shore.
He shrugged his shirt off, followed by his belt and pants while he toed off his shoes.
At his silence, Amber stopped swimming and looked up. "Oh," she breathed, the sound full of surprise and appreciation. He stood on the edge of the dock, naked and proud, fearless, with his rock-hard cock pointing at her like a target.
She laughed softly. “I guess you did like it.”
He dove into the cold, clear water. When he burst through the surface, laughter greeted him.
"I didn't think you had it in you," she said. Her eyes lit up with mischief. “Georgie would be proud.” She splashed water at him.
He growled and stroked toward her in the water. He could touch the bottom where he was, but he didn't think she could.
“Don’t talk about Georgie when I have a hard-on,” he said, gripping her slippery waist.
“Is that what that was? I thought it was yourvastcompetitive spirit.” She floated out of his hands and dipped under the water.
