Page 22 of Carnal Risk

“Of what?”

“Interest. So what’s it going to be, Miss Reynolds? Are you granting consent to our first lesson? And be warned, this is one of many.” Garrett slid his sunglasses back down, giving her a wide smile. “Do you trust me?”

Selby blew out a breath and finally nodded. “Yes, okay. I’m trusting you to keep me safe. I’m not kidding, Garrett.”

“You can always trust me,” he responded.

Elated by her response, he began walking before his cock had a chance to stiffen any further. Holy shit, the excitement of teaching her about his lifestyle would wreck him, but at the moment he could have cared less. As they approached the rolling waves, he couldn’t restrain his satisfied smile. If Lars was going to challenge him on this, he’d go head to head, because he anticipated that teaching Miss Reynolds was going to be one of the greatest highs he’d had yet.

In his effort to keep his promise to Lars, the one he’d already broken, Garrett had arranged to have his friend, Seth, teach the lesson. Seth Harris, VP of Aqua Operations, was a pioneer in big wave surfing. Garrett had met the champion while surfing at Mavericks five years ago, and he’d quickly become an integral asset to Emerson Industries. A millionaire in his own right, he sat on the board, leading both civilian and military aquamarine projects. Fearless with instinct, he’d developed new designs and technologies in the field.

“Hey, bro. What’s happenin’?” Seth asked. His long wavy blond hair had been tied up in a bun. He tugged at his unzipped wetsuit, which hung low on his hips.

“How’re the waves today?” Garrett bumped fists with his friend and glanced back to Selby, who wore a pained expression.

“Not too bad. A few little rip tides today. Pretty calm overall. Hey, Selby.” Seth approached her, and she shook his hand.

“Hello.”

“You ready to ride today?” He laughed, his eyes darting from Garrett to Selby.

“I’ve never done this before,” she began.

“You swim, no?”

“Um, yeah, but not a lot.”

“You live in California, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Go to the beach?”

“Yeah, but…”

“So why haven’t you surfed before?” Seth walked to his ATV and pulled out a black wetsuit. “I think I’ve got you sized about right. Go ahead and put it on.”

Selby accepted it and went to sit on the ground.

“No, no, no. Come on over here. You don’t want to get it wet or get sand in that. It’ll be hard to get on, and it’ll feel like shit. Don’t want sand in your bits.” He laughed.

“Go easy,” Garrett warned. “Can I borrow your chair?”

“All yours. I’ve got the easy job today. Go about your business, sir.” He winked at Selby. “Yeah, you can’t wear that cover up.”

“I figured as much.” She smiled.

Garrett sat in the beach chair and opened his laptop. As it flickered on, he caught sight of Selby peeling off the sarong she’d worn over her bathing suit. His cock slammed to attention as her tanned stomach came into view. Unlike some of the women he’d dated, she was softer, her full breasts filling out her bikini top.

His lips tensed in a flat line as Seth knelt before her and glanced over, giving him a slick smile. His friend taunted him, aware that Garrett wasn’t going. Seth’s hands moved to her thigh, in an attempt to pull up the stretchy fabric, and lingered two seconds too long.

“I think she can manage,” Garrett yelled over to him.

“Just helping her out. You okay?” Seth asked.

“Yes, I really appreciate you being so gentle with me. I’ve never put one of these on before,” she said, glancing back at Garrett as if she was enjoying every minute of Seth touching her.

“As long as you’re getting your needs met, I’m good with it,” Garrett gritted out. Did his little hacker like games? To have another man’s hands on her? Garrett blew out a breath and casually adjusted the painful erection that had nowhere to go.