Page 71 of Overexposed

“Depends,” I said slowly. “How are you planning to cheat?”

She rose to her feet and then she peeled that lace dress up and off, leaving her in the strapless black bra and the black thong. Fuck me, she was beautiful.

“Like this,” she said, then sauntered toward the living room.

“Oh, he is so screwed,” I said under my breath. Then again, so was I, and I was pretty fucking happy right here.

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twenty-six

Stella

Okay in all fairness, I had to agree I was pretty drunk when Ollie saved me from the scaffolding at the party. Sure, at the time, I thought I was just a little tipsy, but once I had sobered back up toactuallytipsy, I realized the difference.

Thankfully, neither Ollie nor Gem had been put off by my drunken proposition. Instead they’d taken it in their stride, with Ollie going into full food-Dom mode. That’s what I’d started calling his overbearing concern for my meals. Food Dominant. Surely there was a proper name for his fixation somewhere out there, but this worked in my brain.

I totally threw the game of pool. Barely even tried. Why? Because I wanted to go skinny-dipping, damn it! Until, of course, we headed out to their backyard and a breeze made me shiver.

“You said it was heated, right?” I asked Ollie, hesitating as I eyed the water. Then again, the intruder who’d broken in had enjoyed herself swimming laps in the nude, so maybe it was warmer than it looked.

Ollie just grinned, stripping down to his boxer shorts. These didn’t have a comical elephant trunk, but theyweregrey, so I’dallow it. Elephant Ollie leaned in close, gripping the back of my neck and crushing his mouth against mine in a kiss that was over far too quickly.

“Jump in and find out, Snow.” He kissed me again, then dropped his boxers and executed a perfect backward dive into the pool, splashing me with admittedly not-freezing water.

Gem waggled his brows at me, silently daring me to back out, and I bit my lip. This was about more than just skinny-dipping in their pool; it was a whole metaphor for what I was diving into with the two of them…together…and how it was going to ultimately play out with my business arrangement with Seven. Shit, this was a whole fucking mess.

Swallowing hard, I averted my eyes for fear of losing my nerve, shimmied out of my underwear, and dove straight in the deep end.

The water was nothotbut it also wasn’t cold enough to shock me. Immediately when I resurfaced, my eyes stung and I regretted how dramatic that pool entry had been with how much makeup I was wearing.

“You coming in?” I called to Gem, trying to wipe the streaking mascara from underneath my eyes without looking like an idiot.

“You okay?” he fired back, sitting on the side of the pool with his legs dangling in the water. He dragged his T-shirt over his head and held it out to me. “Here, use this. Your wet hands are only making it worse.”

Trying to squint in an attempt to save my eyeballs, I swam over and accepted his dry T-shirt to clean up my face as best I could from inside the pool. It probably left me looking like I was cosplaying Heath Ledger's Joker but…whatever. Take me as I am and all that.

“Damn, Snow, you never heard of waterproof mascara?” Ollie teased, swimming over to me with lazy strokes, his darkhair slicked back. Fuck, he was stunning. It was no wonder he’d made it so big in show biz.

I splashed him as he approached. “Ha-ha, funny guy. I wasn’t planning on swimming when I got ready for a fucking movie premiere.”

He ducked under the water to dodge my splashes, then grabbed me around the waist and made me yelp with surprise. He pulled me under, my legs automatically wrapping around him as his mouth found mine and we sank lower. Somehow we managed to avoid drowning as our tongues danced together, and I nearly forgot where we were until my lungs started to burn.

Breaking away from his kiss, I pushed away and swam for the surface to grab some oxygen.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped, panting as I looked around for Ollie. He took way too long, and when his dark head finally broke the surface, I gusted a heavy sigh of relief.

“Show off,” Gem called, still seated on the side of the pool in his underwear as he sipped a beer. Music played from some outdoor speakers and a soft glow of deep green light now illuminated the pool, whereas it’d been dark when I jumped in. Gem must have had the controls on his phone; otherwise, that was really coincidental timing. “Ollie had to learn how to hold his breath for ages while filmingScubaMana few years back.”

That made sense. I loved that movie but not for the plot. Mainly for the fact Ollie was half-naked and dripping wet for 80 percent of the scenes, which in turn had me—and plenty of other female viewers—dripping wet as well.

“Are you coming to join us, Gem?” I asked, swimming back over to him and bracing my hands on his knees to pull myself up out of the water. It totally exposed my breasts to him, and his pupils blew wide as he took in the view. Then he obliged my silent request, cupping the back of my neck and kissing me deeply.

I moaned as his teeth tugged my lower lip and his thumb pressed under my jawbone to tilt my head back more. It made me melt into him, letting his legs cage me in against the side of the pool. The water swirled and gently lapped the tiles, then Ollie’s hands rested on my hips as he swam up behind me.

“I could definitely get used to using the pool like this,” Ollie murmured in my ear as he pressed in close, his hard length brushing my ass. Hishuge elephant trunk, I should say. The water was shallow enough that he could stand—just—but too deep for me, so I had to rely on Gem’s grip to hold me above the water. Not that he was letting go anytime soon, with how firm his grip was on my neck.

Gem’s other hand found one of my breasts, and I whimpered into his kisses as he tweaked my hard nipple. Fucking hell, this wasnothow I’d thought my night would play out when Seven ditched me at the after-party. I wasn’t mad about it, though. Not at all.

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