Page 8 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Now there’s a word not usually associated with Salem Roberts. Sweet. I doubt he’d find five people in the entire New York City area who would agree with that assessment of me.

I like that he thinks I’m sweet, though. It’s like I’m getting to be someone I never could be in real life, but for our purposes tonight, I can choose to be anyone I want to be.

“Okay, I confess. I’m not a lawyer. I know some, though, and they are definitely not sweet people.”

He doesn’t respond but instead leans in to kiss me softly on the center of my lips. It’s sensual and teasing, and all I can think of is how much I want more of what he offers.

When he slowly pulls away and looks at me, I see desire in his eyes. I don’t want to talk anymore, so I press my lips to his in a kiss full of how much I want him. I don’t care that I know nothing about this man. I don’t care that we’ve done nothing but lie to one another.

All I care about is letting myself go for one of the few times in my life. Tonight is different, though. All those other times I had to trust the man. I don’t have to do that now, and that fact makes simply having fun with him so exciting.

His tongue slides over mine, making every cell in my body come alive. When he moans low and deep against my mouth, a sweet ache forms between my legs. If he stops this right now, I think I might be more disappointed than I’ve ever been before.

Just as that terrible thought pops into my mind, he leans away from me and I’m sure that’s exactly what’s happening. Instantly, my defensive walls begin to rise around me, and all I want to do is run away.

“This sofa is purgatorial, so what do you say to moving this party either outside near the pool or into the bedroom? Your choice.”

He has no idea how happy his words make me. I smile as relief washes over me and say, “It depends on how comfortable it is out near the pool. If it’s better than this sofa, I’m in.”

A slow smile makes the corners of his perfect mouth rise. He stands up and holds out his hand for me to take.

“I knew there was a wild side to you the moment I saw you. I do appreciate a woman who isn’t worried about being seen having a good time.”

I grab his hand and stand up to walk with him out to the patio area near his private pool. I hadn’t thought of the people staying in the other villas seeing us together, but as he guides me outside, I don’t care. Nobody knows me here, and even he has no idea who I am.

The anonymity of us gives me carte blanche to be the woman I’ve always wished I could be, and I love it!

He stops in front of a large, round seat with a deep blue cushion that looks far more comfortable than that sofa we just left and then shakes his head. “You know what? Let’s get into the pool.”

My heart skips a beat as he begins to undress, revealing a muscular, toned body my hands practically crave to touch. For a moment, the memory of the only time I’ve had sex in a pool back in senior year in high school with Kenny Burger in his backyard pool flashes through my brain, but that’s pushed out when this man in front of me slips off his black pants. He’s hard, and even the black boxer briefs can’t hide how excited he is.

Then he’s standing naked in front of me winking before crooking his finger to beckon me to him. “Clothes off is the rule for my private pool.”

I step toward him like a woman living in a dreamworld, and he slides my dress over my head in one fluid movement. A second later, he unhooks my bra and tosses it over on that round seat followed by my underwear.

His gaze slowly drifts down my body and then back up to my face, and he licks his lips. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Another step toward him and our bodies touch, sending excitement racing through every inch of me. His skin is soft over his hard, muscular body, and I run my hand down over his chest, trailing my fingertips over the peaks and valleys of his washboard abs. Just below where my hand travels is his hard cock pressing against the space between his hipbones. They look like a V or an arrow pointing to that long, thick tool I can’t wait to feel filling me up.

I reach out to palm it, but he steps back, making both of us tumble into the pool. The warm water envelops us, and I feel more erotic than I’ve ever felt before with any man.

Maybe it’s the mystery. Maybe it’s the water. Maybe it’s him. I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is I’m loving this moment.

He slides his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. Our bodies crash together, but the water blunts the collision so all I feel is his soft skin and muscles against me.

“There’s nothing better than fucking in water,” he groans before kissing me long and deep.

As much as I know we’re supposed to be lying to each other, I whisper, “I’ve only had sex in a pool once in my life. Let’s just say it wasn’t a memorable experience.”

A wicked twinkle in his eye matches his sexy smile when he says, “It must have been sort of memorable. You wouldn’t mention it if it wasn’t.”

I slide my arms around his neck and shake my head. “When you only have one memory about something, it’s not that it’s memorable. It’s just there’s nothing to compare anything to.”

His hands move down my back until he cups my ass and pulls me into him. “Then let’s make sure this replaces that memory.”

Giggling, I say, “No pressure, really. It wasn’t good.”

“Then this is going to make you love sex in a pool. I promise.”

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