The Bonk Squad by Kris Pearson Page A

her
loveliness. His eyes slid lower...over her slender ribcage to a
hand-span waist...and down to the luscious curve of her hips. The
tiny wet panties clung to her skin, semi-transparent. He could
clearly see her feminine curls pressed flat against the
fabric.
    “ Signorina ,” he groaned. “You are
beautiful, but you must not encourage...” His eyes roamed
helplessly over her. “Er, not encourage my children to play such
games. To be so wet...” He licked his lips in frustration. “To be
so wet is not...?” He’d lost track of his thought processes again.
“Is not...?”
    “ Is not...natural?” she
queried, seeing her handsome employer lost for words, and possibly
putty in her small capable hands. “I find nothing unnatural about
being wet,” she continued, flicking her pointed pink tongue over
her cushiony bottom lip. “But you could always make me dry again.”
She indicated a fluffy white bath towel.
    Mesmerized, he reached for
it, and began to rub over her neck and chest, patting at her pretty
breasts until he saw the towel was having very little effect on the
damp fabric.
    “ We need...I think...to
remove this,” he muttered, fumbling with the central fastening of
her bra.
    She nodded assent. He
folded the cups aside and gazed at her twin mounds, each delicately
tipped with pink. His mouth moved closer and fastened onto her
flesh. Angela smiled.

    “ ...on earth are you
imagining?” Al asked.
    Meg jerked back to reality. “A sudden
scene for my book turned up.”
    “ You looked—somewhat
ecstatic. I’d be flattering myself if I thought undressing me would
do that for you?”
    “ It wasn’t you I was
undressing that time.”
    He glanced around the restaurant. “So
who else?”
    “ An English
nanny.”
    His mouth dropped open at that, and he
lowered his voice to a whisper. “Are you, by any chance, bisexual,
Meg?” Did he sound thrilled or horrified at the
prospect?
    “ No Al, absolutely not.
Would you prefer me to be?” she couldn’t help enquiring with a
straight face.
    He shrugged his big shoulders,
nonplussed. Meg let him off the hook with a smile. “My Italian
billionaire just undressed his children’s nanny. The right words
can happen at unexpected times.”
    Al nodded, looking unconvinced. He
produced a pen and a small notebook from his jacket pocket and
handed them over. “Jot them down while they’re fresh in your mind.
I think I need the bathroom after that.” He rose and strode to the
back of the restaurant.
    Meg made a halfhearted attempt, but
the notebook was small, the lighting was dim and she knew she could
recapture the scene once she had the keyboard under her fingers.
She ripped out her page of rough notes as Al returned to the
table.
    “ Thank you. Very handy.”
She smiled and committed his clothing to memory. Carlo might soon
appear in well cut black trousers, a snowy white shirt and a
stylish charcoal linen jacket—Armani, naturally.

CHAPTER 16 - BEN’S LEARNING CURVES

    Ben still swung between desperate lust
and total confusion by the time she opened the door. Why him? Why
would a girl like Tigger want to go out with him when she knew he
was seventeen? She was several years older. Several years more
sophisticated. Well travelled and worldly. Gorgeous beyond
belief.
    He reviewed her slender body, lit
sharply by the setting sun. Her firm little breasts with their
nubby nipples. Her narrow waist and trim butt. The warm mouth that
had teased him with half a kiss when he was so embarrassed about
Meg letting slip his age.
    He plucked up enough courage to reach
for her hand as he walked her to the car. She linked her fingers
through his and fell into step with him until they were there. His
blood pumped faster at being found acceptable.
    He couldn’t resist. Just couldn’t
resist. Raised his other hand to stroke her face while they were
standing close together in the street. “Sorry,” he said,
immediately guilty. He peered around, wary and defensive, in case
her