The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 43

Taylor was looking forward to his one-minute kiss. He turned to Charlie, about ready to jump, but instead of getting into the water, he froze!

His heart raced.

He found it hard to breathe!

His mouth seemed to drop to the Earth’s core, and finally, his dick rose.

“What the hell,” Taylor muttered, his throat feeling paper dry.

Yes! Charlie was wearing the yarn! The same overpriced, barely-there thing he had specifically told her not to buy… and yet, here she was, flaunting it like she owned the place. Which, to be fair, she kind of did—but Taylor would never encourage her!

Taylor knew that Charlie was sexy, but he never thought that beneath her usual loose blouse and t-shirt, she had such a smoking hot body! She looked like one of those models from a sexy swimsuit brand with a tiny waist and curved hips. Her legs were long, fair, and beautifully sculpted.

The bad boy in him hissed, seeing Charlie glide into the water. Taylor couldn’t help but check out her firm ass. “Dammit!”

Taylor was ready to scold her. Really, he was—but first, priorities.

He grabbed his phone urgently, like his life depended on it, and snapped a picture of Charlie underwater. He muttered, “Fucking sexy, beautiful temptress! I’ll get you for this!”

As soon as Charlie reached her goal, she screamed for joy, “I won! I won! Haha! I won!”

Taylor, on the other hand, marched to where she was. He jumped into the water and grabbed her by the waist, then pinned her against the edge of the pool, saying, “Naughty, Charlie. You did not play fair.”

“What?” Charlie laughed playfully. “How did I not play fair, Taylor? You did the countdown, I jumped, and I won.”

He pushed her further against the edge, grabbed the halter of her top, and asked, “Really? What is this?”

“It’s a bikini,” Charlie answered before biting her lip.