Page 55 of The Sandbar saga

Chapter 20

Music assaulted Race's ears the moment he stepped out of his car in the driveway. He stared at the house, knowing who was responsible for blasting the neighborhood at five o'clock in the evening. Katie had obviously gotten home from work before he finished his rounds at the hospital.

Striding up to the front door, he found it unlocked. He dropped his briefcase in the foyer and marched through the house. In the kitchen, he pulled out Katie's phone from the wireless speaker, silencing the noise. His ears continued to drum.

Katie ran through the open sliding glass door and pulled up short at seeing him. "I didn't know you were home."

"Obviously." He set her phone on the counter. "You know the rules. Music stays at a decent level, so the neighbors can't hear it."

"Ugh." She planted her hands on her hips. "All the neighbors are old. They probably can't hear anyways."

"What?" he said.

He eyed her. She'd been in the pool. Her bikini was wet, and she had goosebumps.

"All the neighbors are old. They probably can't..." She wagged her finger at him. "Oh, funny. I see what you did there."

He chuckled and picked up the stack of mail on the counter. "Go ahead and set your music up, but don't deafen me. Remember, I am old."

Walking out the sliding doors, he sat at the outdoor table and shuffled through the mail he'd let stack up the last few days. He separated the practice's bills from his personal ones. Tomorrow, he'd deal with them. Toni, the woman he hired for accounts and receivables, would pick up the folder on Friday and have everything completed by Monday.

Katie's music came on. Loud, but not enough it'd have the neighbors knocking at his door. He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled the sleeves up past his elbows. It'd been a hell of a day.

Two of his patients had voluntarily checked themselves into the hospital for a seventy-two-hour stay at his urging. His consult that morning lasted two hours. An hour and a half longer than he'd planned.

Hands landed on his shoulders. His body went on alert. "What are you doing?"

"You're tense. I'll work out the stress in your life and put you in a better mood." Katie's body brushed the back of his head.

He knew enough to know that it was her breasts that made contact with him.

Her thumbs dug into the cords of his neck. He groaned at the sudden pain. A pain so pleasurable, he dropped his chin forward, giving her more access.

She shouldn't be touching him. Even in the privacy of his backyard.

"Oh, I love this song." Her hands squeezed his muscles in time to the beat. "Have you heard it?"

"No," he muttered, unable to make himself stop her from giving him a massage.

She danced her way around the chair and picked up his hand. "Come on, dance with me."

He pulled out of her hold. "I don't dance."

"Everyone dances." She grooved to the music, raising her arms in the air.

Prancing in front of him, she shook her ass. The smile on her face mesmerized him. He couldn't do much more than watch and hope she stopped. Or, continued.

He stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. She stepped over his legs, not letting him widen his personal space.

The bikini top barely covered her breasts. All the material accomplished was covering her nipples. Nipples that poked at the thin, white triangle.

His body pulsed in one big rhythm. "Katie."

She needed to stop.

Katie put her hands on his shoulders and leaned toward him. He had a clear view of her breasts hanging, cupped by the small triangles. He fisted his hands to keep from reaching up and weighing them in his palms.

"What?" She continued to gyrate her body, no less than performing a lap dance in front of him.