Free Hers for the Evening by Jasmine Haynes Page B

Courtney grabbed the camera to snap a photo of him. He was so perfect. They sipped in unison. “Do you really like it?” she whispered, suddenly unsure of herself, of the money she’d spent, of the things she planned for the rest of the night.
    “You’re fucking perfect.” He sealed the words with a kiss. “Now take off your clothes.”
    A thrill shot through her at the hunger sparking in his eyes. She wriggled her shoulders and let the cardigan fall to the chaise lounge. Turning, she pulled her hair to the side and said, “Unzip me, please.”
    Robyn splashed in the water, watching them.
    Seth dropped a kiss on her shoulder, then the top of her spine as he slid down the tab. Gliding his fingers beneath the spaghetti straps, he slipped them off her shoulders. Robyn turned onto her belly and kicked to the side of the pool, hanging on the edge. Courtney’s dress fluttered to the marble. She stepped out of it, then slid her feet from her sandals. Seth trailed a finger down her back to the crease of her butt. More than anything, she wanted to tip her head and see if he was looking at Robyn. Whose breasts did he like better? Courtney’s were full, but breast-feeding had taken its toll. Robyn’s belly was smooth. Faint stretch marks lingered on Courtney’s tummy even after all these years. Seth leaned down, bit the soft tendons between her shoulder and neck, and Courtney thrilled to the fact that he concentrated solely on her. Reaching around to cup her breasts, he pinched a nipple. She shivered, closed her eyes, and pushed back against his rock-hard erection. Then he pushed her forward and into the water.
    She came up shrieking, the same as Robyn had. “Oh my God.” The cold water choked off her breath for a moment, then she met Robyn’s eye. They both came out with “shrinkage” at exactly the same moment, then dissolved into 58
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    peals of laughter.
    “I’m not getting in there if I’m going to have shrinkage,” Seth said emphatically.
    “Strip,” Courtney ordered.
    “Take it off, Mr. O’Brien,” Robyn demanded.
    They both paddled to the pool’s marble edge, folded their arms, and stared expectantly.
    Truthfully, Courtney couldn’t describe the feeling. The Bacchus pool that thousands of tourists dreamed of swimming in—they had it to themselves. Skinny-dipping. Champagne and strawberries. She shivered with pure delight.
    “Come on, don’t be a weenie,” Courtney challenged.
    “I’m not a weenie,” Seth declared.
    He wanted to put on a show for them. Courtney read it in his stance, the curve of his lips, and the bulge of his shorts. She had her husband right on the edge.
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    “TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF,” ROBYN CHANTED. COURTNEY JOINED IN. Grabbing his shirt by the neck, Seth yanked it over his head. Muscled chest dusted with hair, dusky nipples, flat abdomen, he was a man in his prime. She’d take him any day over some wimp in his thirties.
    “Show us the rest, hot stuff,” Robyn catcalled. Flipping off his deck shoes, Seth unbuttoned, unzipped, and shoved his shorts off his hips to kick them aside.
    Complete and utter silence reigned on the hill. Courtney saw her husband through Robyn’s eyes, a magnificent male animal, predatory in the aggressive jut of his cock. Long, thick, pulsing. Her mouth watered.
    “Shrinkage is certainly not a problem,” Robyn mused, taking in her fill. Courtney should have been jealous at another woman getting the complete eyeful. Yet she was proud. Seth was hers. And he was fucking gorgeous. With a mighty roar, he took off at a run, jumped, pulled his knees to his chest, and hit the water in a tremendous cannonball. The girls shrieked and laughed, wiping the spray from their faces.
    He broke the surface, then backstroked across the pool, his cock standing proud.
    “He’s quite a sight.” Robyn’s gaze followed his progress.
    “He’s quite a man,” Courtney agreed.
    “This was a wonderful idea.”
    “I wanted