Page 103 of The Devil Can Be Kind

Irritated thathewas irritated, I gathered the material and got to my feet. I walked the few steps from the lounger to the pool and dropped it into the water.

“I can’t. It’s all wet.” I smiled sweetly.

I didn’t miss how his eyes trailed along my body and came to rest on my chest.

“I don’t give a fuck. I’m leaving in one hour and I’m not leaving you naked by my pool with staff nearby to watch.” He argued, stalking in the direction of the pool.

He knelt down just before he reached me, planting one hand on the pools edge while he went to retrieve the floating top.

A wicked idea skidded into my thoughts.

Don’t do it! DO NOT DO IT! DO. NOT. DO. I-

I gave him a quick shove on the shoulder and sent him straight into the pool, suit and all.

When his furious and drenched face emerged from the water, I doubled over in fits of laughter

“ADA!” He shouted furiously, but it only made me laugh harder.

Lightning fast, he sprung to the side and grabbed me by the legs, dragging me into the water with him.

I immediately shrieked at the sudden movement and felt the cold envelop me like glass as I toppled. When I broke the water’s surface, a mischievous smile contorted Marco’s face. My sunglasses floating along the surface between us.

“You asshole!” I tried my best to sound angry, but I couldn’t hide my smile long enough for it to be convincing.

I slapped my hand against the water, spraying him across the face. He scowled and immediately moved to come after me. I screamed and did my best to swim away from him, but he wastoo fast. He grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up out of the water and threw me back in a few feet away. I giggled as I caught my breath, and he drifted back over to me.

“Not funny,” Marco muttered, his hands coming to rest on my hips.

My legs encircled his waist instinctually.

“It was very funny, and you know it.” I laughed, my arms coming to rest across his shoulders as a boyish smile pulled at his lips.

Our faces were only a few inches apart and I could feel the heat from his hands despite the water. The air shifted noticeably between us and his expression darkened as if he were just as aware of my closeness as I was his. The urge to close the distance between us and push myself against him was unbearable.

I wanted to ride him right there in the fucking pool.

Not trusting myself or my fragile self-restraint, I swam back a few paces. The further away from his heat I got, the easier it was to think straight.

“You know you’re being ridiculous right? We’re in Europe! The motherland of boobs-out sunbathing. No one cares!” I rolled my eyes and turned my back to him.

I focused on threading my fingers through the water for a moment until I felt it shift behind me. The material of his suit brushed against my back and his inescapable arms locked around my waist. I felt his head dip toward my neck, his breath sending goosebumps across my skin. My heart raced.

Lips against my ear he murmured, “I don’t want people looking at what’s mine.”

My breath caught and arousal swirled between my thighs, but it was met in equal measure with a cold uneasiness.

"Yours?” I asked breathlessly.

“Mine,” He confirmed, his lips pressed against my skin.

I couldn’t help but add, “Until you’re bored of me.”

My voice was barely above a whisper and while I hadn’t fully intended for him to hear it, from the way his body tensed I knew he had.

He started turning me to face him, “Wha?—"

The sudden sound of footsteps approaching the pool cut him off and he looked behind me in the direction of their owner.

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