Page 59 of Swim To Me

“Delilah?”

I take a sip of my much too hot latte, simply for something to do. “I’m seeing her today for her swimming lesson.”

“And?”

“And nothing,” I say, sinking my teeth into the brown bread. “I don’t know what I’m going to say to her yet.”

“The famous Grey Millen having trouble getting a girl… I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble. It’s second nature for my eyes to flick around to see if anybody has overheard our conversation, before I realise nobody but me can hear Blake over the phone.

I’m on edge for the rest of the day, Blake’s words echoing in my mind, and I hate it. Every second of it.

I walk quickly back to work at lunch, keeping my head ducked down, fiddling with my cap until it covers my forehead and eyes. Hours pass by in a blur, the large hand of the clock above the pool, ticking steadily spiking my blood pressure with every beat.

My heart pumps at a faster rate than usual, a mixture of coffee plus nerves and I’m seriously debating if I have time to jump into the pool and complete a few laps, before Delilah arrives, to soothe myself, when a vision in blue begins to walk my way.

Holy fuck.

My heart gallops in my chest, making me feel as if I’m about to pass out, while the blood running through my veins switches direction, heading down south to my cock.

Delilah glides towards me wearing a dark blue bikini, the bottoms cheekily high cut and her top plunging, a pretty frill lining her shoulders.

Fixated, I watch the bounce of her tits, practically spilling out from her bikini top, as she walks, and I know…

She’s done this on fucking purpose.

“Hi, Grey.”

I swallow roughly, fingers reaching out to trace the full, upper flesh of her breast, noticing the way gooseflesh ripplesthere. Delilah’s breath hitches, but she doesn’t stop me, instead, her own fingertips glide along the hem of my t-shirt, dipping beneath.

We’re touching each other like we’re alone, like this is normal, like we didn’t agree to never do this again because it was just supposed to be a two-time thing.

I lean down to skim my lips across the shell of Delilah’s ear. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing, gorgeous.”

She says nothing, simply watching me through her lashes.

“Get in the pool.”

Delilah does as I ask without another word, catching hold of the foam float I throw her way, her eyes following my every move as I slip into the water too.

“We’ll start with a refresher on floating, and go from there, okay?”

“Yes, Grey.”

Gripping the edges of the float, Delilah hitches it under her ribcage, leaning forward, chest supported on the float, legs straight out behind her – suspended safely in the water.

In this position, her heavy tits are pushed together even more creating a deep line of her cleavage. I feel my jaw tick, knowing I can’t reach and touch her. Claim her.

“Perfect, Delilah,” I praise, pinching the front edge of the float, my thumbs so close to the swell of her breasts, so I can pull her along. “All I want you to do is kick your legs out behind you, try and kick them beneath the water to propel yourself forward but not splash.”

I don’t know what’s changed, but Delilah’s dislike of the water seems to have disappeared. She picks up the floating and kicking skill easily, completing laps of the pool, until I’m getting her to spread her arms wide and push the water away, still supported by the float.

“Good, good… keep kicking!” Once we reach the shallowest end for the fifth time, I turn Delilah and the float with ease, directing us back up to the deep end.

“I bought you the second book.” Delilah’s eyes flitter around my face, as she talks; one minute dipping down to my lips when my tongue flicks out to wet them, and another minute staring into my eyes.

“Shit. I left the first one at home, I—”

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