Summer Fling – A Sexy Summer Anthology Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward, L.J. Shen, Willow Winters, W. Winters, Helena Hunting, R.S. Grey

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: , , , , , ,
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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I run my hand over the sheets. “Should we pick a position?”

Lawson arches a brow. “Are you crazy? These are like date twenty-five through fifty positions. Let’s start with the basics and work our way up to contortionist, yeah? And I think I might need to do some serious stretches and yoga before I even attempt this one.” He points to the one by my right hip, then taps my knee. “Permission to ride this ride?”

“Permission granted,” I say with a chuckle and part my legs.

He settles between them, stretching out over me. Every time he rests a forearm on the air mattress we tip to the side. He reaches between us and strokes the head over my clit, easing lower. He pushes in slowly and I moan at the feeling of being filled.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone, and I don’t remember the last time sex was this fun, or intense. Lawson moves slowly at first, giving me time to adjust. With each stroke I feel that piercing sliding deliciously along that perfect spot inside me, pushing me higher, taking me to the precipice and tipping me right over the edge.

He follows right after and we lie there, a tangle of limbs, breathing heavily as we come down from the high.

Lawson eventually rolls to the side and sprawls out beside me. “So freaking glad we didn’t press pause.”

“So much same.” I lie there, basking in the glory of orgasm ecstasy.

“C’mere.” He slides his arm under me and pulls me closer.

I pull the sheets up and rest my head on his chest. “That was fun.”

“It really was.” He kisses my forehead and drags his fingers lightly up and down my arm. “Do you have your own room for the weekend?”

“I think Cosy reserved a yurt for me.” I prop my chin on his pec. “Do you want to yurt with me tomorrow night?”

“That sounds like a messed-up sex position.” He points to the one currently situated over his crotch. “This one, in fact.”

I grin. “So that’s a yes, then?”

“That’s absolutely a yes.”

THE BEACH - RS GREY

“WELCOME TO PARADISE!”

It’s the first thing I hear as I unfurl my limbs from the back of the taxi and stand to face the entrance of the hotel.

Paradise. Right.

I’ve been looking forward to this trip for months now. Tulum, Mexico, has been on my must-see destination list for years, and I finally convinced my friends to join me on vacation here. There was originally a whole group of us coming: my best friend, Natalie; her husband, Connor; and their daughter, Noelle. Then Natalie thought it’d be fun to add her brother, Noah, to the mix. After all, he’s best friends with Connor. It just made sense to include him.

I panicked at the prospect of Noah joining us, so I immediately invited my boyfriend, Von, as well.

We booked one of the hotel’s family villas. Three bedrooms, three bathrooms—lots of space to spread out and avoid my best friend’s hot older brother.

I thought I’d survive just fine, but then they started to drop like flies.

Connor had a last-minute work thing he couldn’t get out of.

Noelle came down with a double ear infection and Natalie didn’t feel safe traveling with her outside of the country, especially without Connor.

Von is…also not here.

So that leaves me and Noah.

On vacation together in a tropical paradise.

“Welcome to The Beach!” The hotel’s curbside attendant smiles and holds out a huge pink hibiscus, which he apparently wants me to tuck behind my ear based on his enthusiastic gestures. I do it, nestling it in my long blonde waves, even though it feels a little corny. I also accept the jalapeño margarita he hands me, warning myself to take it slow even though I’m tempted to shotgun the thing on the spot. I already had some drinks on the flight down from Boston in preparation for my inevitable face-off with Noah. If I don’t pace myself, it’ll end up being a face-plant.

“I’ve got your luggage,” the attendant tells me. “You can head into the lobby and check in.”

I nod and thank him for the help before ascending the shallow concrete steps toward the front of the hotel. Lush plants grow on the perimeter of the stairs, making it feel like I’m stepping into a treehouse rather than a five-star resort. The lobby has no walls. Instead, lightweight white linens drape down from the ceiling of the thatched-roof hut, tied up against the support posts to allow the ocean breeze to carry in off the water.

Rattan chairs pair with sofas and trendy coffee tables. The common area is filled with guests checking in and out, so I’m not immediately aware of Noah sitting on a chair facing me. Then I hear him call my name.

“Lindsey!”

My stomach squeezes tight as my gaze locks on him.


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