THE AFTERNOON SUN beats down on Lily’s shoulders, and my toes wiggle six feet deep in the sand. The dark strands of her hair are tied in two symmetrical knots on top of her head, and a soft redness tickles the skin of her nose from our day at the beach.
“The more I stand here, the more I realize I dug my own grave.”
“You did.” Lily gives me a half smirk. “If I buried you laying down, it wouldn’t be as cool.”
“You’ll be the death of me.” Granules of sand massage my torso with each push of her palms.
I’ve found myself looking forward to this Sunday—the only day of the week I can spend with Lily, uninterrupted. We’ve been in Brazil for about two weeks now, and I haven’t stopped craving her.
There also haven’t been enough opportunities to try and figure out what Lily has been up to when she’s alone. I know that she isn’t spending all those hours on her laptop looking for a job. And she’s been so secretive the few times I’ve caught her typing away on her keyboard.
One thing I know for sure is that I want her to spend the summer with me. Maybe that mysterious obligation is the reason she’s making excuses not to stay?
“Still haven’t bought your ticket home?” I probe. “No.”
Good. “I think it’s because somewhere in that big brain of yours, you know you want to stay here. With me.”
“Oh, you never stop, do you?” Lily sticks her tongue out at me.
After I’m covered up to my neck, she forms two mounds in front of me with a giant smile plastered onto her face. I’ll be cleaning sand off of myself for hours, but the ecstatic shine in Lily’s eyes is worth every second.
“What are you building?”
“Well, you can’t seem to keep your hands off my breasts since we made our little agreement.” She pinches a sand nipple. “Now you’ll have some of your own to play with.”
“To be made in your image is a privilege.” A teasing grin crests my face. “Also, need I remind you that you didn’t seem to mind my teeth around—”
“Shut up.”
“Now, the real question is: are you going to let me borrow your bikini to complete the look?”
Lily reaches behind her neck and tugs at the crimson strings of fabric. A surge of anticipation explodes through me, and all the blood from my head drains into my dick.
“What are you doing?” My voice shakes with a panicked whisper.
She gives me a devious expression. “You just said you wanted my bikini.”
“Lily, don’t do it.”
“Oh, come on.” Her face is clad with defiance as she pulls apart the knot.
Both straps collapse off her neck. One of her hands remains glued to the bikini top, pressing the thing to her tits.
And there’s nothing I can do about her sudden misbehaving streak.
“I didn’t mean right here, in front of everyone,” I bite and desperately attempt to shake myself out of the sand.
“When did you become such a prude?”
“I don’t like people staring at what’s mine.”
Both straps dangle in front of my eyes. So close, but so out of reach.
“Oh, no?” Lily asks in a coy voice before she shuffles her knees closer to me. Her stomach presses onto the top of her thighs.
“Don’t do it.” I scowl, trying to keep my pleading under control.
Without caring for a single word I’ve said, Lily drops the hand holding up the bikini, revealing her perfect breasts.
A growl burns my throat. I swing my head from side to side. Everyone better stay away from her, or I’ll have to claw my way out of this hole with
my teeth.
Why the hell did I let her bury me this deep?
“Do you think people are staring now?” she teases.
Rosy nipples stare back at me. She scoots even closer, her cleavage only a few inches away from my mouth.
“This is torture.” I thrash harder in my grave. “Wait until I get out of here,” I warn.
“I think”—she cleans sand off her middle finger and places it on my lips, prying my mouth open—“you deserve a little punishment.”
“I’m going to—”
She glides her finger into my mouth, pressing lightly on the landing of my tongue.
My dick is practically digging its way free as my vision alternates between the green of her eyes and the curve of each breast.
I try to get out of this fucking tomb. To get closer to her.
To taste her. Touch her. Tease her as much as she’s torturing me. This lust for her is starting to become all too fucking obsessive. “What were you saying?” Her voice strokes over me like velvet. I bite down on her finger.
“Ow,” she yips and pulls her hand back.
“Listen up, princesa,” I snap. “I’m going to spank you for torturing me like this until the outline of my hand is tattooed onto that perfect ass of yours. So next time you want to show off, everyone will know who you belong to.”
“I don’t belong to anyone.” She glares at me, but the goose bumps across her chest and gorgeous, perky nipples tell a different story.
“And when I’m done, you’re going to beg me to fuck that naughty mouth of yours until you take every inch of me that’s aching for you right now.”
“I—” Lily’s pupils swallow up the green of her eyes. She’s actually flustered. Damn. “I don’t do that either.” Lily scoots closer, her lips coming close to mine. “But if I did, you’d be the one begging.”
She’s already told me blow jobs were off the table, but I’m a desperate man who may lose his dick if Lily doesn’t put her top back on. “Right,” I taunt as my rebellious streak kicks in. “I’ll keep that in mind when you’re
choking on my fingers down your throat while I fuck you with your vibrator.”
It took two days after we made our little arrangement to learn that even though her toy isn’t charged it doesn’t mean, I can’t still fuck her with it.
Toys are friends, after all.
She scrunches her nose. “This position would make it very convenient for me to sit on your face.”
Her words are enough for the pulsating in my blood to return full force. “Wanna pull those bottoms down and have a seat?”
“Maybe when I’m not covered with sand.” She winks.
“Lily!” João yells while running toward us with Marcelo, a soccer ball dribbling between them.
Thankfully, her back is turned to them; otherwise, they’d see her tits. “Lucky boy.” She stands, quickly tying the straps behind her neck.
“What’s up, guys?”
“You buried him.” Marcelo’s laugh creases his wide-set eyes, and he drops his lengthy body onto the ground beside me.
“He deserved it.” Lily shrugs. “I need to grab a picture.”
“You must have it bad if you let her dig you six feet under.” João grins, flinging his head of coiled strands at me as he joins us on the ground.
Marcelo sticks his pointer into my cheek. “You still alive there, buddy?”
Not the kind of touch I was craving right now.
“Of course I have it bad.” I sigh. “You’ve seen her.”
Their heads follow the path to where Lily has gone to dig for her phone in her tote bag.
“Hey, hey, hey.” I thrash in the sand again. “Don’t look too long.” “Who could blame you, man? She’s ga—”
My tongue clicks. “Don’t finish that sentence.”
“Falou, Nico. João’s messing around. He wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like her anyway.”
João nods. “É verdade. Lily would eat me alive.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Lily appears in front of us.
I trace my eyes up her soft thighs, full hips, and the perfect chest that was bare only moments ago. Fuck. She’s so out of my league.
Actually, she’s probably out of everyone’s league. “Nothing,” we all say in unison.
My friends scramble to their feet, yelling and hollering at each other as they throw random punches and tackles, trying to take possession of the soccer ball.
“Didn’t sound like nothing to me.” She holds up her phone and presses the screen. “Say cheese. I want to send a picture to Avery.”
“What are you going to take photos of when you return to New York?” I tease.
Lily doesn’t glance at me, but I can see the question bothers her.
“Not to interrupt,” Marcelo says, “but we came over to see if you guys want to play futebol with us. Our group is waiting over there.” He gestures to the makeshift goals people are setting up on the beach.
“I think Nico’s a bit preoccupied.” She sends me a playful smirk. “But I’d love to join.”
“You’re going to leave me here?”
“I’m sure you can dig yourself out.” Lily returns to her bag and puts her phone away.
“Marcelo, some help.” I desperately tilt my face toward him. He simply laughs.
“You’re on your own, but I’ll get you a beer tonight. Até mais.” He turns to Lily and scampers off to join the group.
My friends and classmates crowd around her, and it doesn’t take long before she’s shouting instructions at her team or flipping off João, who is refereeing.
Lily Rodin may be the only person who can leave me buried six feet deep in the ground and have me grinning like a fool.
It may be a selfish request, but I don’t want our fun to end any time soon.
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“LILY?” I rub my hair with my towel. I don’t think the hour-long shower managed to get all the sand off my body, but it’ll have to do. Lily left me buried out there for three soccer matches. I was certain the seagulls would eventually make a feast out of me.
She sits in the kitchen, typing away again at her computer. The privacy screen on the ancient, sticker-clad laptop does little to block out the text on
display from this angle.
Unusual.
This must be the first time she hasn’t slammed the device shut in my presence.
The words Zoe Mona decorate the website header in the same cursive font from last week.
Huh.
I was starting to suspect she was a secret agent or something with how anxious she is about her computer privacy.
When she finally senses me watching her, Lily repeats her caught-in- the-act routine, swiftly shutting her laptop.
“You scared me.” She turns to me, a scolding glare in her eyes.
“Why are you always so weird with your laptop? You were only reading an article or whatever.” I’ve been less freaked out when my brother walked in on me while I had a date over.
“No. It’s nothing.” Her voice is sharp.
I wade closer. “I’ve never known you to be embarrassed or insecure about something.”
“Everyone has insecurities.” Lily huffs before swiping the computer off the kitchen island and locking it away in her room.
“What are you doing?” I shout after her. “Putting it under surveillance?” “Maybe, if it’ll stop you from being so nosy.”
She returns to the kitchen, avoiding eye contact.
“I’m pretty sure whatever you’re reading there won’t be the most shocking thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Respect my privacy, Nico.” Lily rushes off to the balcony, leaving me alone.
I get the hint she wants this secret. But secrets always have a way of revealing themselves.
Especially if I’ve set my mind on digging them up.
