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Her mouth dropped open with shock. Ialmost apologized. Then, she shrugged and said, “That’s true. Iam.”

I got up and tried to subtly adjustmyself as I walked to the pool’s edge. She swam up and folded herarms on the ledge. Water droplets clung to her skin and drippedfrom her long eyelashes and the tip of her nose. I put my hands inmy pockets and looked down at her. “We just met.”

“Yes, we did.”

“I’m your brother’s bestman.”

“That is true.” She blinkedup at me expectantly, and my resolve crumbled.

I tossed my hat aside and pulled myT-shirt over my head. “We have to keep this a secret.”

“I was never going to tellhim about this, anyway,” she said, pushing back from the wall. “I’ma grown-up. You’re a grown-up. Scott doesn’t own either of us. Andyou’re fucking hot.”

“Thanks. I’ve been workingout.” I dropped my shorts and she half-gasped,half-laughed.

I was used to that reaction.

“Wow. Congratulations on allof that,” she giggled, gesturing to my dick.

“Thanks.” I grinned andbusted out the most disgusting reply I could think of. “My mom madeit for me.”

It had the intended effect. Shegroaned, “Ugh, gross,” but laughed anyway.

She kicked toward the center of thesmall pool and treaded water there while I jumped in. It wasn’t adramatic jump, as the deepest the water got was only fivefeet.

“You’re not one of thoseguys who thinks because he has a bigger-than-average dick, hedoesn’t have to try in bed, are you?” she asked as I swam to joinher.

“You’re not one of thosewomen who thinks because she’s hot, she doesn’t have to try in bed,are you?” I shot back.

“Fair. I guess we can gradeeach other at the end.”

I reached her side and sank down to herlevel; five feet wasn’t deep on my six-foot-three frame, but if sheput her feet down, her nose would probably be underwater. I pulledher into my arms and she gazed up at me, her big doe eyes instantlycaptivating me. For a second, I wouldn’t have been able to describemy surroundings. Her firm body and soft skin seemed to melt againstme. There was no shyness or rigidity to her, noreservation.

I’d been with countless people likeher. People who knew they liked sex and wanted to have a good time,the kind of good time that was perfect for getting over abreakup.

I would have to show her a good time,then.

But there were preliminaries. “I’m nottrying to be crude here,” I began, “but from what I understand,you’re ‘free-spirited.’” I made air quotes with one hand. “I needto know if you’re safely free-spirited or…”

“Reckless?” she finished forme. “I’m very careful. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.Except, you know. Oral.”

“Do you get tested, then? Ifyou’re not using condoms and dental dams during oral?” It soundedlike a doctor’s office question, but safety first.

She nodded. “Sure do. Every threemonths if I’m out there and active. I know everyone thinks my lifeis this nonstop fuckfest because I show the slightest interest insex and one-night stands, but I haven’t gotten any since that damncruise last year. I passed the last exam with flying colors. Howabout you?”

“Regular checks, just gotout of a long-term relationship.” I didn’t mention that those“regular checks” were a requirement for membership at my kinkresort. Even the most free-spirited of free spirits were sometimesput off by the mention of anything harder than handcuffs. Thiswould be a straightforward, well, fuckfest, to use her words. “Iuse condoms during intercourse, that’s nonnegotiable.”

“Same.” She held out herhand for a businesslike shake, and as I took it, she added, “But ifit’s okay with you, I like to swallow.”

Jesus. What had I gotten myselfinto?

CHAPTER FOUR

(Charlotte)

There I was, fully naked in the arms ofthe hottest guy I’d ever seen, and he was adorably shocked by myrequest to suck him off.

“Oh, that’s what strikesyou speechless,” I teased him. “Not me stripping naked less than anhour after we met?”

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