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Present

Standing in the kitchen in a comfy dress, I looked at the schedule of workers on the counter.

Sure enough, on the block for today—Matt, pool cleaning, Lincoln Pools. A phone number, undoubtedly for the business.

I felt like an idiot.

I turned and looked out the back door. Matt was working hard, walking around the pool.

He looked a little older than me. He was handsome—tall and muscular, with sun-lightened brown hair and a deep tan. He was a little scruffy, but I liked that in a man.

His shirt was snug. Under it, he definitely had a lot of muscles going on.

I couldn’t believe he’d seen me topless before we’d even talked.

I kinda wanted him to see me topless again.

On my terms this time.

Ideally, he’d be topless, too.

I really wanted to see how good he looked without that stupid ‘Lincoln Pools’ t-shirt on.

I watched as he leaned over the pool, frowning and looking down into the water. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled.

Ask and you shall receive, I thought, smiling.

He put down the net in his hands and dove down into the water.

When he came back up, he lifted himself easily on to the side of the pool.

Watching him move was turning me on.

But then he turned, his entire body facing toward the house. His swimsuit was clinging to him, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I felt my jaw drop.

His cock was enormous. Thick and long, and that was soft. If he grew at all when he got hard…

I felt warm between my thighs.

I grabbed my new Cosmo—the third of the day—and walked back out to the pool.

“Hey, Matt.” I tried to sound light-hearted. “Didn’t realize jumping in was part of cleaning the pool. I might need to call your boss and complain.”

He looked up at me, eyebrows raised. “Matt?”

I stopped. “Yeah, that—that’s your name, right? Or… it’s the name on the schedule…”

He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Matt used to work here. He did some stupid shit and got himself fired.”

“Oh.” I bit my lower lip. “Then, uh, what’s your name?”

He held his right hand out to me. “Myles Lincoln. Nice to meet you.”

Lincoln.

Lincoln Pools.

Shit.

This guy was the boss.

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