by Nikki Duncan
After removing his own shirt and pulling on his pants, the captain lined them up. Adam looked into the crowd, and noted the excitement in the air. As his captain read off names, and five women came forward, one of them being Josie, he turned to Trent. “What the hell is going on?”
Trent grinned and let his glance race over his wife Katy as she stepped up to him. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
As Doug began to pair them up, and he found himself face-to-face with Josie, he had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that nothing good could come from this. He glanced to his left and spotted Josie’s friend’s Vic and Tabby cheering her on.
He gestured with a nod as understanding hit. “I take it they put you up to this?”
“Yeah,” she said, looking innocent and sheepish once again, and he also wondered if they were also the ones who put her up to the kissing booth.
“Okay, when I sound the fire alarm, you begin to undress,” Doug continued. “With the help of your partners, of course. The first one to get out of their gear wins dinner for two at the Seafarer.”
Okay, that seemed simple enough. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad after all.
“But there’s a catch,” Doug went on to explain. “Neither one of you can use your hands.” When he added, “Bodies only,” cheers erupted from the crowd.
Sweet mother of God!
Adam had no idea what he’d done to deserve this kind of torture. He did a quick tally of the day’s events—first Madame M said he was going to fall in love with Josie, then the two shared a smoking-hot kiss that had him wanting to forget his vow to stay away from her, and now she was about to use that sexy body of hers and nothing else to help him undress. Adam had a sneaking suspicion that the fate gods were conspiring against him, trying to complicate his mission to keep his distance from the one woman who got to him in a way no other woman ever had. As he envisioned her wiggling that tight little ass of hers against him, his cock thickened and he groaned out loud.
Adam swallowed hard as Josie looked at the competition. She had a mischievous grin on her face when she turned back to him and said, “I think we can beat them.” Her tone was light, playful, but he didn’t miss the desire smoldering in the depth of her pretty baby blues when they met his. Nor did he miss the tremble that moved through her body as the crowd gathered in for a better look. Tonight he was seeing another side to sweet Josie Wells, and if Adam had to guess, he’d say this public display of intimacy was a turn-on for her.
The second the alarm sounded, Josie stepped up to him, and the closeness of her body nearly had him shooting off in his pants, with the whole goddamn town watching. Fuck. Adam rolled his shoulder and tried to loosen the strap on his suspenders, but his efforts proved futile. When Josie twisted her head to glance at their competition, Adam followed her gaze in time to see Katy using her mouth to remove Trent’s suspenders.
Josie turned her attention back to him and said, “Maybe I should try that.”
Before he could respond, she put her mouth close to his neck. Her breath felt so fucking erotic on his flesh as she gripped the strap with her teeth and began to slip it over his shoulder, that he damn near dropped to the ground and dragged her along with him.
She wiggled against him and suddenly Adam couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think with any clarity, because the way she was undressing him with her mouth had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. With his own mouth agape, he stood there staring at her as she went to work on removing the next strap. Once complete, she stood back and her sensuous lips puckered as she gave consideration to his pants.
He quickly moved his hips in an attempt to shimmy them down his legs before she got too close again, but in a brazen move she pressed against him, stomach to stomach, hip to hip, pussy to cock.
Holy fuck!
“Let me help you.”