Inappropriate Thoughts (Victoria Wilde #1) (28 page)

"Okay," he grumbled.

They both held serious faces for a moment,
but then became all smiles. She grinned. "When did you come up with
this bit?"

"In the lobby. I was going to use it on the
court, but it worked here, too, with a new opening. It was killing
me to wait... It was a play on the whole thing. You know, if I was
the woman, and you were the man and—"

"No, I get it. Very clever." She shot him an
arrogant look. "I think I played my part well."

"Oh, yeah, you were great. Do you think if
people heard us, with our constant pseudo-sexual-slash-tennis
banter, they would want to kill us?"

"Definitely. After five minutes, they would
beat us to death with our own racquets," she replied with a casual
nod.

"Personally, I love us," he said a little
sarcastically.

"Oh, so do I. We are a lot of fun."

He looked at her with a grin. "So, can I get
those shorts now?"

Rolling her eyes, she pushed away from him
and slipped out of bed. He tilted his head, and with his gaze glued
to her shapely naked ass, he watched her disappear into the
bathroom.

Jillian called her editor, who somehow
pulled the right string and was able to secure a special
after-hours slot on the grass court for them the next day. The
blissfully-happy couple had a great match that he, in fact, was
able to win. They spent the rest of the time eating, drinking,
playing tennis on the hard courts, and having amazing sex.

Jillian’s plane was scheduled to depart
before Brian’s, so he waited with her at her gate. When her section
was called to board, they shared a long goodbye kiss. Afterward,
she pulled away, gazed into his eyes and smiled. "I have a big
thing planned for you for after graduation. I can’t wait... I’ve
been working on it for weeks."

Narrowing his eyes, he gave her an intrigued
look. "Don’t ruin it... I can stay until June 6. I don’t have to
report to the bank until Tuesday now."

Her smile faded a little when she was
reminded they would see each other for only a week before he had to
start work. Together they walked to the empty gate. After handing
her ticket to the agent, she turned to him with her smile only a
faint memory. "Goodbye."

He gave her a quick kiss and smiled. "Hey,
when you finally finish the book, e-mail me the last chapters. I’m
dying to find out how it ends."

Nodding slightly with her expression
unreadable, she turned and then rushed away before he could see her
tears. As she walked into the tunnel, she softly said, "Me,
too."

Brian spent most of his flight smiling,
remembering the weekend and thinking of her. Jillian was also
thinking about him, but she was fighting to hold back her emotions.
After wiping away her tears, she opened her laptop and typed the
ending to their story. Upon returning to Miami, she submitted the
draft of her completed novel to her editor.

At the graduation for the Georgia State
University Class of 2011, Jillian had two men to be proud of: her
son, for whom she could openly celebrate, and Brian, for whom she
had to cheer secretly. She saw Brian alone for only a few minutes
during the few days she was in Atlanta. Brian’s parents and younger
brother, Jim, were also in attendance, and the two families went to
dinner together after the ceremony. Outside the restroom, Jillian
and Brian shared a few words and a quick kiss, but only on the
cheek, which was within the F.W.P.B. rules. Back at the table,
Jillian proposed a toast, which she prepared for the two new
graduates.

She smiled. "I’m so proud of you, Rob. You’ve
grown into a responsible, caring, and motivated young man, and
Brian, although, I’ve only known you a couple of months, I feel,
um..." she began to get choked up a little and curled her lip as
everyone at the table looked on, moved by her emotion. After taking
a sip of water, she started again, "Sorry. My baby boy is now a
college graduate, and it... um... I can’t explain it..."

Rob rolled his eyes, and Laura squeezed his knee
under the table.

Jillian sniffled. "Anyway, good luck to you
both, and I kind of stole this off the Internet, so don’t hate
me... I’m a writer, and I should be able to come up with this stuff
on my own, but this was so good I had to use it."

She held the note card with one hand and her
wineglass in the other as everyone lifted their glasses. "I hope
your dreams take you to the corners of your imagination, to the
highest of your hopes, to the windows of your opportunities, and to
the most special places your heart..." She began to really lose it.
"... has ever longed... for."

Both of Brian’s parents and his brother were
tearing up a little, along with Jillian, Laura, and even Jillian’s
cheating bastard of an ex-husband, George. They lifted their
glasses, all said cheers, and took a sip.

After pausing to collect herself a bit, she
smiled. "I did change, like, three words in that, it was pretty
perfect already, but I kind of had to make it my own."

Jillian and Brian shared a glance and a knowing
smile. He was fighting back his own tears, and he wondered what
percent of Jillian’s getting choked up was related to Rob and how
much of it was related to the fact that their secret relationship
probably had to come to an end at some point—maybe soon. He
estimated it was in the fifty-fifty neighborhood.

She was thinking the exact same thing and
feeling horrible that she had put herself in this position to begin
with. But she thought if she could go back, she wouldn’t have
changed a thing. As she pondered the percent question, she decided
on a figure that he would have been ecstatic to hear—something
closer to seventy-five percent Brian, twenty-five Rob.

The next day, Brian drove back to Delaware with
his parents, and Jillian returned to Miami with her son.

A week later, Jillian picked up Brian from the
airport. On the way to her house, they spoke about how she had sent
Rob and Laura on the longest cruise she could find. Discovering an
eleven-day cruise to the Caribbean, which set sail on the exact day
of Brian's arrival, was a blessing for her, if not one hell of a
graduation gift for her son. Neither said much else during the
short drive, although Jillian did comment on the mustache that
Brian had grown since graduation. It looked ridiculous on him, but
she told him she liked it. She reminded him that she had that
belated graduation present for him, and he told her he had a
surprise for her, as well.

When they arrived back at the house, they
went up to the bedroom. After tossing his bag on the floor, he
grabbed her. "I missed you."

They kissed, and it grew heated as they
began groping each other like they hadn't seen each other in
months. Placing her hands on his chest, she pulled back from him a
little, flustered. "Me, too, but, uh, let’s save this for later,
after my surprise."

"Yeah, I’d like to wait until later also."
He widened his eyes as he took a step back from her, trying to
regain his composure.

She shrugged. "So, what should we do?"

After sharing a knowing look, he grinned.
"Do you want to hit some?"

She ripped her shirt off, as did he...

It was late in the day; the sun was blaring
onto the court at an annoying angle, and they both wore sunglasses
to fight it off, especially while serving. Jillian won the first
set, and Brian took the second. The third set was tied six-all, and
they went into a tiebreak.

After a quick rest and drink at the bench,
he stood and pulled off his wet shirt to change it. She walked to
the service line as he picked up a new shirt. After pausing to
think, he grinned, deciding to go bare-chested. He walked back to
his side of the court.

When she saw his half-nude body, she
scoffed. "That’s not fair. I’ll be distracted."

"This," he began by motioning with his hand
up and down his chest. "This is going to distract you?"

"It might."

"Take your shirt and bra off then. We’ll be
even-steven, as you say." Placing his hands on his hips, he wore a
smarmy smile.

She returned a scowl. "You know I can’t play
like that. They’d get in the way."

"Not my problem. Just serve, and stop
whining."

She was a little distracted by his sweaty
muscular body, and he was up four–two in the tiebreak when they
returned to the bench to get a drink and switch sides. As he walked
back to the service line, she secretly stripped off her panties and
tossed them into her bag. While walking to the service line, she
wore an evil grin.

He gave her an odd look. "What are you
smiling about? You’re three points from losing this."

"Nothing." She batted her eyes at him before
turning away coolly. He shook his head, now even more
perplexed.

She walked back to retrieve a ball, put her
legs together, bent over way too much, and flashed her naked ass to
him. His pulse quickened at the sight of her.

"Are you wearing a thong? That is not
cool."

"I might be," she teased.

"Maybe I’ll just
pull
it
out right
here. How would you like that?"

"That would be against U.S.T.A. rules, and
you would automatically forfeit the match."

"And a thong is not against the rules?"

"No, it’s not." She stared back at him with
her head held high.

He was obviously distracted while she played
some focused tennis, winning four straight points and going up
six–four. Smiling in preparation of her next ploy, she was just one
point from victory. A ball sat on his side of the net, and he began
walking to retrieve it. She stopped him. "I’ll get it. You’ll need
all your energy."

He watched suspiciously as she walked all the
way to his side and knelt down to pick up the ball. After pulling
her sunglasses off, she lifted her skirt up in the front and used
it to wipe off her lenses. This exposed her fabulously-trimmed
female parts, which were just twenty feet from him. He had an
unobstructed view of her as she wiped the glasses for nearly ten
unnecessary seconds.

Stunned, he watched as she dropped the hem
of her skirt and walked slowly over to him.

She got really close and said softly, "When
your shirt was wet, you took it off..." Running her index finger
slowly down his sweaty chest to his belly button, she smiled. "My
underwear was soaked, so I did the same."

He stammered with his voice cracking,
"This... uh... isn’t fair."

She parted her lips as she moved within an
inch of his face. "Good…" Leaning in, she gave him a passionate
kiss while pressing her body into his. When she pulled back from
him, Jillian finished her sentiment, "... luck." She turned and
headed back to her side of the court, leaving him breathing heavily
and uncomfortably adjusting his shorts.

Brian’s voice cracked again as he shot back,
"You’re going down."

As Jillian passed the net, she yelled back,
"I won’t be now, and I certainly won’t be later."

After processing this for a second, he gave
her a pathetic look. "Really?"

She retrieved her racket and smiled. "Just
kidding."

She bounced the ball, prepared to serve, and
then said confidently, "Match point."

"Bring it," he said as he continued to
grimace and fight with his shorts.

She hit a solid serve to his forehand, but
it was clearly playable. Grinning, he took a huge backswing to
really nail it but swung badly. The ball hit off the side of the
racquet frame, launched high into the air, and headed the wrong
way.

They both watched it as it traveled almost
in slow motion out of the court and into the pool. He exhaled,
defeated; she made a fist with her right hand in celebration, and
they both headed to the net.

When they reached the net, she grinned. He
gave her a frown and said while trying to maintain a straight face,
"I’m going to check the rule book on that whole production. There’s
got to be some violation there." After shaking hands, they walked
toward the bench.

He sat down as she tossed her racquet into
the bag. Pausing a moment, gazing at his shirtless, sweaty body,
she wanted him now and badly. He put his head down as he struggled
to catch his breath. She looked him over once more and then glanced
toward the pool. A smile spread over her face as she turned and
headed off the court, pulling off her shirt and bra along the way.
Looking up, he watched her with surprise. She stood still as she
slipped off her skirt, stepped out of it, and then bent over sexily
to remove her shoes and socks. He continued staring, mesmerized.
She never looked back as she made her way to the water and dove in.
He grinned. Bending over, he fought to remove his double-knotted
shoes and sweaty socks. Then he shot up from the bench and ripped
down his shorts and underwear and rushed to the pool.

When he reached the edge, Jillian was
floating on a giant ring with her legs spread as she looked up at
him, grinning. "I’ve always wanted to try something."

Smiling, he dove into the pool and swam
underwater until he reached her. He came up inside the ring float,
between her spread legs and took a quick breath. He extended his
tongue to the bottom of her pussy and slowly licked all the way up
until he reached her clit, leaving her gasping. He ran his tongue
up and down between her slick lips three more times before he
glanced up at her. "Is this what you wanted to try?"

"It is. How’d you—"

"I read about it in Chapter One."

She frowned slightly. "No more talking."

Following her command, he grabbed the side
of the float with both hands and pressed his mouth back to her
pussy. She slammed her eyes shut, lifted her hips higher, and
spread her legs wider as he slipped his tongue deep inside of her.
Moaning, she threw her head back into the water as he licked her
furiously. She loved it. He paused a moment to gaze at her
beautiful parts, then swirled his tongue gently around her clit
over and over.