Novel & Cerita Skinny Dip Book

Chapter 1: Pool at Midnight The water felt like silk sliding over my bare skin as I swam slow laps in the Harrisons’ pool. It was past midnight, the house dark except for the underwater lights glowing soft blue. Mr. and Mrs. Harrison were supposed to be away for the weekend at some corporate retreat. I was just the quiet twenty-year-old house-sitter who watered plants, fed the cat, and occasionally used their pool when I knew they weren’t home. I thought I was alone.

My free hand moves to my lower region. I bite my lip as I slip a finger through my fold — just to get the feel of it. I almost scream. Damn. Good thing I’m biting that lip. I smirk secretly, thinking that Damion will make a fortune writing books like ‘Cockiness 101’ or ‘Getting Laid For Dummies’. No, wait, ‘The Smile That Drops Panties’. “Sorry, the what?” he chuckles softly, and I curse my freaking mouth for not using its filter again.

We are just regular people at a beach having fun. The sun slowly starts disappearing on the horizon. The sky fills with oranges, yellows, and deep blues. The air changes from soft and comforting, to crisp, and mysterious. It is a breathtaking sight and day to remember. Magnus and Dean get discreetly far from us, and close to the shore. The rest of us stay around the fire telling stories and laughing until we can no more. This is until Penelope screams, "Skinny dipping!" Guys and girls run towards the water. Bikini tops and a few men bathing suits are scattered around the seats. I laugh but remain in a dry land. There is no way I'm getting naked and in the water.

"To be sure. I've been adding to it by the day. But you started it here, that night of Kennedy's wedding, with the invitation to go skinny dipping. Why was that?" "Here in particular or with you?" "Well, I hope it was with me because you couldn't resist my roguish charm." As he spoke, Flynn shucked his jeans and Pru got a very clear view of his...charm. "Um." What were they talking about? He laughed and jumped into the water. A moment later, he surfaced, black hair slicked back like a seal. "So, really, why skinny dipping?" "Oh." She stripped out of the rest of her own clothes. "Because I'd never done it before. Never even thought of doing it. It always seemed reckless, and I don't do reckle

Flynn watched my movements with a smile. I turned around scanning if we were still the only people around. The sun is about to set and I wanted to do my favorite thing. I quickly slip out of my clothes and from behind me I could feel Flynn's eyes burning in my back. "What the hell are you doing?" I heard him groan from behind. I knew it took all of him to not jump on me right now. I turned around, now only in my bra and panties, and gave him a teasing smile. "Skinny dipping." I said and with that I turned around, unhooked my bra and pull my panties down before dashing into the water.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

With nothing other than a carry on that probably only had a computer and a phone, both of which are likely burner ones with nothing on them, just in case. I waggle my eyebrows as I stare down at the strip of beach that is just ours. Well, ours and the other people around us, but all of them are old and hardly ever come down to use it. “Good thing it’s a private beach. I always thought skinny dipping might be slightly kinky, but I can guarantee the little old ladies won’t mind seeing your buns and abs of steel one bit if they happen to look out the window before we can get into the water.” He groans. Loudly.

They lounged on chairs, skin already glistening with sweat. "Water looks good," Liam said, dropping his towel on a chair. Isabella sat up, sunglasses perched on her nose. "Too good. Soph, dare you to skinny-dip." Sophia's eyes widened. "Izzy! No way." But Isabella stood, hooking her thumbs in her bikini bottoms. "Chicken. It's just us. Daddy won't mind." She winked at him, peeling the bottoms down slow, exposing her shaved pussy, lips smooth and pink. The top followed, breasts bouncing free, nipples hardening in the air.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.