Maybe We Shouldn't...| SCK AU story

19 • Peanut Butter to My Jelly

Eda

A cloudless warm summer day-check. White sugary sand and gentle waves caressing the shore-check. A romantic picnic for two on a large, handcrafted quilt from a local farmer's market-check. What is a girl to do but melt into the arms of her sexy AF boss-turn-lover when he wedges her between his strong tanned legs and trails kisses along her bare shoulder. When Serkan's teeth graze over my flesh, everything inside me tightens and heat pools between my thighs. A wave of arousal hits me hard, making my skin warm. My heart is fluttering with anticipation. Our mouths tangle in a familiar ease.

"Did you wear this bikini to kill me? No, I don't have a garlic coil in my shorts-that's just what you do to me. God, I want you."

This man. He's always pounce-ready for me. He skims his eager hand down my body and rests on my inner thigh. Our tongues glide passed each other's then collide-our breathing grows louder and rougher.

"When did you know you were in love with me?"

I murmur against his mouth.

"I'm in love with you? You seduced me and I finally gave in. Who said anything about love?"

"Serkan Bolat. I seduced you? How much wine did you have?"

I pull away from him and squint incredulously at his smug handsome face.

"I knew I was hung up on you while I was having lunch with Camille Whitlock. Let's just say I had an epiphany while I was chewing on my unagi roll."

I almost choked on my bruschetta mid-chew. If looks could kill, Serkan would keel over right now.

"Come again?Camille-I-offer-my-pussy-to-every-Tom-Dick-and-Harry-Whitlock? Are you serious right now? When did you have lunch with that town bicycle? Did her marshmallow lips explode when you kissed her? Did you kiss that hoe?"

Serkan

Eda crinkles her nose like a bunny who ate a bad carrot. Whoa-how did my sweet angel turn into a scrappy, potty-mouth cage fighter?

"Damn baby, that's hot. I like this firecracker side of you. Pussy and hoe, babe? You're making me hard."

Don't judge. Sometimes the pervert side of me comes out to play. Then again, everything about this woman seems to fire up my libido.

"Stop evading my question, Bolat. When? I'm not playing."

"Point number one--I never kissed her. Point number two--it wasn't an actual date. Point number three--I was thinking about you the entire time, babe, scout's honour. I knew I was head-over-heels smitten with you when I was daydreaming about you while Camille yammered on and on about whatever."

I raise both hands in a placating manner.

"Hah! When were you ever a boy scout? Spill the tea, mister. Camille Whitlock?"

"Baby, you ruined me for all the other women. If I'm lying, I'm dying. We bumped into each other at the gym, after her hot yoga class and she asked me out for sushi. This was way before you and I were a thing. I didn't take her up on her offer, kitten, I swear."

"Don't kitten me, I need to digest this tidbit you just dropped on me. Camille? For the love of everything holy."

Bloody hell. Why did I mention Camille's name? I'm such a dipshit, any other answer would've been better than this. So much for our romantic picnic on the beach. Good one, Bolat-you're a class A dumbass.

"Nothing happened at lunch, sweets. She ordered some vegetarian maki and some kind of a salad, I had some sashimi and sushi rolls and we parted ways after. Never met up with her again."

"Did she hit on you? I will swallow my tongue if she didn't."

"Baby-I don't ever want you to swallow your tongue. I happen to love that naughty tongue of yours. Easy there, tiger. Why are you carrying on like a pork chop? You have absolutely nothing to worry about-nothing at all. She offered but I turned her down, straight up, no bullshit. Baby, you're the cheese to my macaroni. I'm calling the cops, because you've stolen my heart. I am yours, no refund. Let's flip a coin-heads you're mine, tail I'm yours. Deal?"

"Carrying on like a pork chop? What the hell does that even mean?"

I gently nudge the wine bottle from Eda's lips.

"I packed two wine glasses in the picnic basket, kitten. No need to drink straight from the bottle."

I pull her close to me. I knew that the only way to shut this firecracker up is to kiss the hell out of her. With Eda straddling me, I nudge her bikini bottom aside and stroke her wet heat. She moans shamelessly and rocks against me--her head lolling from side to side. Sex on the beach--check. Let me amend that. Sizzling hot sex on the beach with Eda riding me like a cowgirl--away from curious prying eyes (thanks to the beach cove) --check, check and check. It's a miracle we didn't set the quilt beneath us on fire. What can I say--angry, feisty Eda Bombshell Yildiz is hot as hell.

"You think that all is forgiven because we had toe-curling sex, Bolat?"

Eda gazes up at me under her long lashes, as she reaches into our seagrass picnic basket and fishes out the turkey, chocolate and brie panini.

"My sweet darling Eda--there's nothing to be forgiven. No other woman holds a candle against you."