Page 93 of Against The Rules

Grumbling, he walks over to the fireplace where my shoes are strewn and flips a switch. Lights flood the pool, and a rumble sounds as jets turn on in the hot tub.

“Get out of there before you freeze,” he tells me, and his voice is totally no-nonsense.

I shiver, but it’s not because of the pool temperature. Damn, I like when he’s bossy.

I cock an eyebrow at him and swim to the middle of the pool. It’s not as cold now, but it’s definitely not a fun swim.

Not yet, anyway.

“Make me,” I tell him.

He stares at me, and I grin, knowing he won’t be able to resist the challenge.

Besides, I’m having way too much fun to just get out now.

“Oh, is that what you want, Peaches? You want me to come get you out of there? Make you get out? You’re being a bad girl.”

I bite my lip, heat rushing through me despite the cold.

He stalks towards the pool, only wearing his briefs now, his body a freaking work of art. Need pulses everywhere, and I cup my breasts, teasing the hard nipples. His eyes dip to where my hands are visible at the seam of the water.

“Fucking hell, Savannah,” he says. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Is that right?” I raise one eyebrow. “How are you going to make me pay for being bad?”

“Fuck,” he rasps, and then I squeal as he jumps in after me, icy water splashing my face.

I try to swim away, but I’m laughing too hard as he catches up to me, water sluicing off his face as his hands wrap around my waist.

“Got me,” I say, totally breathless. A shiver wracks me, and he growls—growls—bodily picking me up and putting me over a shoulder.

When he smacks my ass, carrying me out of the shallow end of the pool, I squeal, my teeth chattering.

“I cannot believe you just did that. It’s gotta be less than sixty degrees in there.”

“I’m a bad, bad girl,” I agree mischievously, wondering how far he’ll take it.

He slaps my ass again, but when he rubs it afterwards, I moan, caught up in this weird little game we’re playing.

“You’re freezing cold,” he tells me, but when he puts me in the hot tub, carefully, there’s real worry on his face.

“What can I do to make it up to you?” I glance up at him through my eyelashes, some of the feeling coming back to my fingers and toes in the already hot water.

“Fuck, Savannah. You liked it when I spanked you, didn’t you?”

Mmmm, yes, yep, I sure did. I don’t answer though, just keep staring at him.

“I have an idea about how I could make it better,” I say, patting the edge of the hot tub. “Sit down.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off me, and satisfaction and lust curl through me. I rise up, kneeling on the little step, my breasts full and wet. When his eyes drop to them, he groans again, then sits where I said.

“These have to come off,” I say, pulling at his soaked briefs.

“Fuck.” He doesn’t waste any time, standing back up and tugging them off. “You know, there would have been easier ways of getting me naked, Peaches.”

“That looks cold,” I breathe, grinning up at him. “You should let me warm it up.”

He sits on the ledge of the hot tub, and the jets aren’t enough to drown out the needy gasp he makes when I wrap my fingers around his cock, then my mouth.

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