Page 76 of Glitz & Goals

“Oh, no, this tail has some exciting features. Why don’t you join me and I’ll show you?”

I’m still wearing my best suit. Rather than yank everything off and leave my clothes in a heap, I take my time removing and folding each item, arranging everything on the deck chair so that it’ll stay dry.

Viv watches me from the water, her chin propped on her folded arms, eyes dark with something that makes the heat crawl up the back of my neck. I’ve been on the receiving end of plenty of appreciative stares in my life, but this is different. This is her. My soon-to-be motherfuckingwife. And I swear to God, the way she’s looking at me makes me feel like I could walk on water.

“It’s a good thing Blade isn’t here, or he’d be nipping at my skin,” I joke. “Maybe stealing a lick or two.”

I roll my sleeves up first, feeling her gaze track the motion like she’s taking notes. Next, I pop open the buttons of my shirt, dragging the fabric over my shoulders slow enough to make her breath hitch. The second my bare chest is exposed to the humidnight air, her eyes drop lower, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Jesus. That little move nearly undoes me.

Her gaze heats my skin everywhere it touches. “If he was here, I’d tell him to get out of my line of sight. Daddy’s taking his clothes off, and he’s hot as hell.”

A smirk tugs at my mouth, but I keep it in check. I’m trying to play it cool here, but my pulse is hammering like I just sprinted down the ice. Knowing I have her undivided attention, that she wants to see me like this, just as much as I want to be seen? It’s a high I never saw coming.

I toe off my shoes next, then slide my belt free with an unhurried pull. She shifts in the water, her mermaid tail catching the light, and I almost laugh because only Viv could make something so ridiculous look downright sinful.

“You always undress this slow?” she teases, her voice warm and lilting.

“Only when I have an audience.” I let my slacks drop, stepping out of them with an ease I don’t quite feel because holy hell, she’s still looking at me like I’m the only man on the planet. And it does things to me. Twists me up, makes my chest feel too tight.

Her eyes drag down my body, slow and indulgent, before flicking back up to meet mine. “I have to say, Coach, I’m impressed.”

I chuckle, shaking my head as I fold my pants and place them neatly on the chair. “That so?”

She hums, letting her fingers dance along the water’s surface. “Mmhmm. All this discipline, this control. If it were me, I would’ve cannonballed in by now.”

I smirk, but I know the truth. My control is paper-thin at best, and Vivian Abbott is the only person who’s ever had the power to tear it to shreds.

I take one last look at her—wet hair, glowing skin, mischief dancing in those ocean-blue eyes—before stepping to the edge of the pool.

I slip into the water alongside her. It’s only five feet in the deep end, so I don’t have to bother treading water as I approach. The sun has been down for a while, and I still heat the pool this time of year, so the water feels warmer than the night air.

“So? What’s the best part?” I ask.

Viv gestures to her tail. Her legs are mostly straight. “When I’m swimming, it’s like this.”

“Okay…”

“But watch.” She pulls herself over the edge of the pool and bends her legs at a 45-degree angle. The thick material over her suit hinges open with her movements, giving me an excellent view.

I whistle and reach out to touch her. I slide two fingers across the pink seam of her pussy, glistening in the rippling light of the pool. She gasps when I trail my fingers upward, circling the pucker of her ass.

“Oh, fuck,” she whines.

I chuckle and lower my hand. “I can see the appeal of this new tail. Excellent design. I bet you could make a killing selling these online.”

“Grady.” Viv looks over her shoulder to glare at me. “Now is not the time to discuss business ventures.”

“No?” I bob backward in the water. “What time is it, then?”

Viv clicks her tongue. “Do you want to fuck a mermaid or not? Did you think about it that first time we met? Don’t even tell me you didn’t wrap your hand around your own cock to fantasies of me.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” I swim back toward her, grip her hips, and bury my face in her exposed flesh. Her pussy tastes like chlorine at first, but the more I lick her, the more shetastes of herself. I don’t use my fingers at all this time—at this angle, it would be pretty much impossible anyway—and instead alternate between teasing her clit and licking into her, teasing her open. In the water, I feel weightless, and the faint current from one of the pool jets is enough to leave me aching and hard, desperate for contact.

But not yet. When I finally take a breath, I replace my tongue with my fingers. There’s something to be said for having her also at eye level, watching my fingers probe into her, seeing how she spreads and opens for me, how she clenches around empty air when I pull my fingers free to lick them clean.

Vivian moans my name as I press my mouth back to the opening at the back of the tail. I lick her clit until her spine draws taut like a bow. When she’s almost there, I lean back and yank her off the edge of the pool back into the water. Vivian yelps, but I’ve got a good hold on her. I guide her back to my chest and use one arm to position her legs, while my other hand guides me inside her.

Everything’s slower in the water, and because I have to keep her at a certain angle or risk the opening in the tail closing around my dick, I have to move slowly. That’s fine by me. Within moments of slipping my cock inside her, Vivian bucks and whines as she comes around me. Water splashes around her face, but her head is on my shoulder.

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