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That wasn't Liz's question. It was a dare. Daisy had heard that tone from her friend her whole life.

Dio hopped from one foot to the other. "Watch me."

"Oh, Lord." Daisy turned away from Dio and faced Bane to ask him if he wanted a pair of shorts out of the bin and found him peeling off his t-shirt. "You, too?"

"Live a little, babe." He gazed at her breasts. "It's not like I have anything you haven't seen, sucked, and fucked."

The other two laughed. Afraid to turn around to find Dio naked, Daisy shook her head at Bane.

"Liz hasn't seen you," she stated.

"It ain't me she's looking at." He kissed her swiftly and walked out the office door with the white of his butt flashing her. "Better hurry."

The two men made enough noise to wake the dead. Knowing she was alone with Liz, she fought the urge to laugh and concentrated on worrying about getting caught breaking into the pool.

"This was a bad idea," she said.

Liz pulled off her shirt and unclasped her bra. "How many times have two sexy men asked us to go swimming? Hm? Let's go skinny dipping so we have something to laugh about when we're old and in a nursing home together."

Daisy laughed. "Now, you're the crazy one."

"I'm just buzzed enough not to care." Liz pulled off her shorts. "Better hurry."

Left in the office, she could get one of her swimsuits out of the locker or go naked like the others. Liz's shrieks of fun drifted into the pool house.

Throwing caution to the wind, Daisy quickly stripped out of the clothes she'd meticulously picked out earlier to wear to impress Bane and ran out of the office, holding her breasts—and failing.

Liz was small-breasted. Daisy was not.

Going by the whistles from the men, she put on a show as she dove into the water and came up beside Bane. She blinked the water out of her eyes and swam into his arms, keeping her breasts against his chest.

Right at the six-foot mark of the pool, Bane stood with his head and shoulders out of the water. Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck. Glancing behind her, she found Dio and Liz locked in a major make-out session on the other side of the pool.

"Every day, I'll sit next door, imagining you jumping in the pool." He cupped her ass, wrapping her legs around him. "It's gonna be hell, babe. I thought seeing you in your red swimsuit was bad. Naked and jumping in the pool is enough to kill me."

His cock hardened between them. She wiggled, rubbing her pussy on the hard shaft.

"You think about me in a swimsuit?" she asked.

"Hell, yeah." He turned her in the water so his back was to the others. "It's the sexiest thing you wear."

"And here I thought I'd impressed you by arriving at the party wearing a black skimpy dress."

"That too, but the swimsuit does something for me." He pressed the tip of his cock inside her.

"We don't have condoms with us," she whispered.

He pulled back. "You need on the pill."

She swallowed, knowing she was protected. But she wasn't sure how she felt about going without a condom. She'd never asked him about his past habits. Having always believed anyone's past was in the past, she hadn't planned on having that discussion with him.

He put his hand between their bodies and shoved his finger in her pussy. She arched against him. In the water, she was light, almost floating away. She held on to him.

"I'll just have to make you orgasm with my hand." He captured her lips.

His cock pressed insistently on her inner thigh. She gravitated toward the hardness. Pulling her mouth off his lips, she panted. "I've never had sex in a pool."

"Don't talk." He cupped the back of her head, bringing her mouth back on him.

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