Free Crave by Sierra Cartwright

distraction to move quite a bit closer to shore and, like a siren, stood there, feathering back the long strands of her hair from her eyes and wearing a brilliant smile.
    “Come here,” he said.
    “I…”
    He pointed to an imaginary spot directly in front of him. “Now.”
    With an exaggerated sway of her hips, she complied. “What can I do for you, Sir?” she asked, finger-combing her hair as she looked up at him.
    Her nipples were tight beads, and goosebumps dotted her arms. She’d never been lovelier.
    His cock hardened.
    In the two years they’d been apart, he’d dated a handful of women, even played with a couple of subs at an exclusive club in the Colorado Rockies. But his body responded to her in a way it didn’t with any other woman.
    He reminded himself to be careful with this one. Despite the emotional damage she’d caused, he wanted her. Bad. No one had turned him on like she did. No one else had made him think of the future.
    “What are you thinking?”
    “About your breasts.”
    Salt water ran down her chest. “Do men ever think about anything else?”
    “What’s the question?”
    She cupped her hand and scooped up water to toss at him.
    He captured her wrist and dragged her closer.
    “You’re every bit as sexy as you ever were,” she said, running her free hand down his upper arm.
    Until he’d met her, he’d sworn off love. In fact, back in college, he, Julien, Kennedy and Grant had gotten drunk on a very expensive, and very stolen, bottle of Scotch as he lamented the fact that Mindy Bates had broken his heart.
    He’d caught her in bed with one of their professors, and the lucky guy had been getting a blow job. Julien had started planning a strategy to get the guy fired. A remote video camera would be involved, along with sending the feed to the college’s president.
    Grant had clapped Reece on the back in sympathy.
    But it was Kennedy who had been the real hero. His girlfriend, the amazing and sultry Samara, had flashed her gorgeous, enhanced breasts at the liquor store clerk while Kennedy had swiped the bottle from the shelf.
    Then she’d been understanding while Kennedy had gone out with the guys. Reece had always thought that Kennedy should have married the woman. His family would have never agreed to that. Going to school in Texas had been as big a rebellion as he’d been allowed. The fact that Kennedy had finally relented and accepted family money and been packed off to an Ivy League graduate program had meant he had finally understood the weight of the mantle that would be transferred onto him when his father passed.
    “What are you thinking?” Sarah asked.
    “That you lied. About being a terrible swimmer.”
    “Yes, I did,” she said.
    Her triumphant grin made her eyes light up. The deadly combination forced him to hide a smile.
    “The question is, what are you going to do about it, Mr McRae? Tie me up? Blindfold me?” Her words were breathless, laced with anticipation.
    “Paddle your behind.”
    “When?” She moved her hand lower until she captured his balls.
    “You never used to be so bold.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “I’ll get back to you on that.”
    She stroked his cock. “In a few minutes?”
    He’d already been aroused. Now he was impossibly hard. “Five. Ten at the most.”
    She smiled, and he was reminded of the past. They’d shared a lot of teasing moments, both at the office then at home after he’d convinced her to move in. Even when she was starting her own business and she was working sixteen hour days, they’d taken time to talk on the phone, or he’d bring her takeout food.
    Sarah leaned against him and put her forehead on his shoulder.
    He resisted the impulse to wrap an arm around her and hold her close. They had the rest of the weekend. Nothing more.
    She continued her rhythmic motion, and he stopped her. “I’d like to save that for later,” he said.
    “Only if I can suck it.”
    Fuck. Yeah. The woman had definitely grown bolder in the