Celeste Peters
Even though Marc's sudden movement toward me came as a surprise, I remained soundless as we dropped with a splash into the clear blue water. Slight coldness envelops the back of my body and scalp, while the front of my body remains deliciously, spine-tingly, warm.
Marc's strong arms tighten around me before we both surface for air. I wrap my legs firmly around his torso, my heart beating so fast it feels unnatural against my ribs. It might be his heartbeat mixed with mine. With one arm around his broad shoulder, I move the slicked wet hair out of my face with the other.
"Celeste! Celeste! We saw lions today!" Laila yells out to us, running with her sister to the shallow side of the pool where there are large steps leading into the water. She and Nina are holding hands, and are in their animal print swimsuits—Laila in a pink flamingo one, and Nina in a zebra one.
Heat fills my cheeks as I register more of what's happening. I'm still mostly naked, with my boobs now smashed against Marc's chest. They're covering the tattoo over his heart that I couldn't really read when he was standing in front of me earlier and I wish I could just lean back and see it, study it. Only a small scrap of swimsuit separates my most sensitive part from Marc's solid ten out of ten abs. I'm not kidding, when I first saw him shirtless moments ago, I nearly took my swimsuit bottoms off and begged him to just fuck me already.
But I can't think like that now with his daughters seconds away from finding me topless, straddling their dad tightly like I'm a monkey in heat.
He's treading toward the side of the pool with his back toward the girls and me facing them over his shoulder. Our rapid heartbeats are still beating hard against each other. "That's amazing! How many lions were there?" I finally respond back to Laila.
"There were two! They were so cute!" Laila says. The girls are now ankle deep in the water. They must think this type of touching between Marc and I is normal in a pool because they don't seem to pay any mind to what's happening.
Marc's breathing hard and leans down to the side of my cheek. At first I think he's going to kiss me and a zap of pleasure runs down my spine, but then he whispers hoarsely in my ear, "Get on my back, and grab your top. You can put it on behind me."
My fingertips register the goosebumps on his shoulders and I nod. I start moving to his back, my breasts gliding against him in the process to keep myself hidden from the girls, and my stomach doing somersaults. His breathing becomes more uneven as I move. Every part of him is taut, smooth, and manly. I wrap my legs and arms around him from behind as casually as possible, despite the thundering in my chest.
"That's amazing! T-two lions?" I say to Laila from behind Marc as I subtly grab my bikini top from the edge of the pool with shaky hands. Marc wraps his large hands around my thighs to keep me in place, and the touch shoots heat up my legs.
"Ms. Celeste! The water isn't so cold! You don't need to hang on to Daddy. It helps to swim around a bit to warm up," Nina says as she starts swimming toward us.
Oh my God, she's so cute, it hurts!
I finish tying my swimsuit behind Marc just in the nick of time and Nina grabs on to his shoulders from the front. "Dad, you are so warm! Hug me!" she says.
"Wait! I'm coming!" Laila starts swimming toward us and I have yet to release myself from Marc. Or maybe he's yet to release me? His hands are still firmly planted on my thighs, even though the swish of my swimsuit tie signaled I'm done covering up. And I don't really want to let go. It's like his skin is enriching lotion that my skin is now eagerly drinking up.
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The Employer
Romance[ON HOLD] A NEW age gap, workplace romance. 🔥 Rated R for mature sexual content and graphic language • 18+ Book Two of The Work Series but can be read as a standalone. *** Aspiring chef Celeste Peters is out of options. She needs a job to take c...