Page 120 of Twisted Collide

“Watch me.”

Not waiting for another second, I walk to the edge of the shallow end, where she is now, and lower myself into the water.

I feel weighted down by the liquid clinging to the fibers of my clothes, but I keep trudging in her direction.

“Hellfire.”

“Grump,” she counters.

“Get over here,” I growl. This woman tests my patience. My sanity, too. With each second I’m in this damn pool, the chances of her drowning grow greater.

This needs to end now. I need to get her out of here and make sure she doesn’t hurt herself. But on the other side of the shallow end, Hellfire is having a grand old time, splashing around and doing what appears to be underwater cartwheels. She resurfaces with a giant smirk on her face. “Come and get me.”

When I finally make it to her, she bats her wet lashes at me, and then she jumps, wrapping her legs and arms around me like an octopus.

I try to untangle her, but she’s not having it. Why does she have to make everything more difficult, and why does she also have to be so damn enticing while she does it?

My dick, who apparently has a mind of its own, has come out to play, not that I’ll let it.

“You might seem upset, but he doesn’t.” Her hand has found my hard dick in my soaked pants and has begun to rub me.

Great, just what I need.

If my dick wasn’t hard enough, now it’s sticking up practically to my belly, begging to fuck.

“Josephi—” I can’t get her whole name out because halfway through, she’s kissing me, all while stroking my shaft.

An idea comes to me, and I don’t pass it up. I kiss her back, plundering her mouth. She falls deeper into the kiss, so deep she hasn’t realized we’re moving.

It isn’t until the cold air hits us that she realizes we are no longer in the pool.

“Hey—” She pulls her mouth off mine.

“Shh—” I meet her lips again and render her speechless.

Then I head straight for the elevator. Pressing the button for my floor because the only way I can ensure her safety is if she’s with me all night.

Consequences be damned.

51

JOSIE

Early morning sunlightfilters into the room.

It’s too bright. And way too early.

What time is it anyway?

I let out a groan, and when I do, something else hits me. My head is killing me. It feels like there is a pulse in my brain.

God, how much did I drink last night?

I blink my eyes open, squinting against the light. The moment the room comes into focus, I take in my surroundings.

Where am I? This isn’t my room.

Hotel.

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