Page 44 of Hold Still

This needs to stop.

I need to fuck her again to get her out of my system.

I spend the remaining laps creating all sorts of scenarios where I seduce the delectable McKenna in random places, including this pool. Yeah, exactly what I need.

When I touch the wall for the last time, I stand up instead of swimming under the water to the other side. Bans is still sleeping so I walk up the side stairs. A slight noise to my left catches my attention.

McKenna stands by the patio table.

A smile creeps across my face. Maybe we can reenact the scenes that were running through my mind. Dripping onto the concrete, I stand with my arms to my sides. “Join me in The Lambada?”

She averts her gaze. “Don’t you own a bathing suit?”

I chuckle and walk over to her. “I don’t wear one in my own backyard, which is supposedly private.”

“I thought you’d still be at Aiden’s.”

“Nope.” She transfers a plate from one hand to the other, and I crane my neck to check it out. “What you got there?”

“Oh.” She looks down and then her eyes widen. I’ve come to a halt in front of her and she gets an eyeful of all of me. “I brought you a treat.” She shoves the plate into my stomach.

“Oof.”

“Sorry.” She pulls the plate back to her body.

Deciding to give her a break, I head to the shelves and pull out a towel. Wrapping it around my waist, I return to her side. “A treat? For me?”

She nods, the newly-dyed pink streak in her hair catching my attention. I twirl my fingers in it, water dripping from my arm.

“Yes. I thought you might enjoy it for Thanksgiving. I was going to leave it on your patio table.”

My lips part. “Very thoughtful.”

She chuckles. “Yeah. That’s me. Thoughtful.” She pushes the plate forward again, careful not to make contact with my body. “Here you go.”

Through the plastic wrap, it looks like some sort of cake. “What is it?”

She turns her head toward Bans. “Something I made. I hope you like it.”

Even though I’m still stuffed from dinner at Aiden’s, I open the wrap and break off a little piece. I give it a quick sniff. Could it be? I put the bite into my mouth and savor the sweetness. “Tres Leches?”

“I found a recipe online.”

“McKenna, this is amazing. Different from what my mother makes, but muy delicioso.” I reach in and take another piece, larger this time. “Did you try it?”

“Yeah. We had it for dessert tonight, with pumpkin pie. I thought it was pretty good, but I don’t have a basis of comparison.”

“Did you enjoy your holiday?”

“Yes.”

“Great.” I steal another bite. “I’d eat this whole thing, but I just came back from Aiden’s and I’m stuffed. That’s why I was swimming—needed to work off Thanksgiving calories.” I pat my stomach.

She giggles, but it sounds self-depreciating to my ears. “You look like you could lick the plate clean and still not have an ounce of fat on you.”

I moisten my lips. “I can think of something I’d like to lick all over.”

Her hand plants directly on my now-dry pecs, her finger tapping a steady beat. “You.”

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