Emma Watson Bathing Suit Novels & Stories

TESSA I took a shower and got dressed in a two-piece swimsuit I found among the numerous gifts on the bed, wrapping a knitted sarong round my waist and placing a straw hat on my head. I grabbed a pair of sunglasses and some sunscreen from one of the bags before heading out of the cabin. Following the spiral staircase, I came up to the upper sun deck, holding the railing for support as the wind blew through my hair. “And right here we have the birthday girl!” Ella squealed as she approached me, her left hand draped on my waist while her other hand held up her phone in front of us as a video was recording.

I muttered under my breath. My lips parted, and I swallowed hard, my body instantly reacting. She wore the most seductive little red swimsuit I had ever seen. The front crossed over her stomach, showing a strip of bare skin, while her cleavage pushed up perfectly. It covered just enough to keep her decent, but every curve screamed temptation. My fingers dug into the edge of the sun lounger as I fought the urge to pull her onto me then and there, consequences be damned. Emma tilted her head, pretending not to notice the way my eyes drank her in. “Are you all right there, Zane?” she teased.

It really was Natasha. Morris was shocked. Jaclyn was like a giant jar of vinegar, always strict with Natasha, not even letting her go to work. Last time, when the guys brought their wives and children to the beach, even Louis's wife, Maria, wore a bikini. But Natasha insisted on wearing a one-piece swimsuit, covered by a large towel wherever she went, afraid of revealing even a hint of flesh to others. If Jaclyn found out about this, Morris shuddered at the thought.

After the conversation with Carla, Emma learns some more information about Ivan, although it is not very much. But thanks to it, she can know that she is very safe now, no longer afraid of being in danger at any time like before. Under the warm water gurgling from the top of her head, Emma's body was naked under the running tap. She has a beautiful body, skin as white as porcelain and slender like a soft peony. Blonde curls clung to her smooth back, and the glass in the bathroom was also frosted with steam.