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I drag my tongue inside her folds, licking and sucking like I’ve been deprived of a woman’s touch for years. And I might as well have been.

Nothing compares to Sam.

I continue my relentless feast, searching for her magical spot. Anything to make her feel good from my touch.

Fuck, I want to make her feel good.

To please and worship her.

I know I’m getting close when she spreads her legs even wider and clings to my hair in a strong, desperate grip.

“That’s it. That’s it.” Her breaths are loud and sensual.

Hot and satisfying.

“Right there.” She writhes beneath me, dragging her ass along the tiled edge.

She throws her head back as her climax pulses through her, ripping up and down her body, but she doesn’t remove her hand from my hair. Instead, she twists a fistful of my strands like a squeeze toy.

And I welcome the sting.

Humming, I pull her back into the pool with me as I lick her taste from my lips and swipe at a stray line of her climax across my chin.

She’s dazed and weak and doesn’t immediately catch herself, but I grab her just before her head goes under the water. “Whoa,” I say, my voice low.

“You, Xander Logan, have… moves.” She swallows, and a slow smile teases her lips.

“Want to see my other moves?” I whisper in her ear, keeping her close.

Sam’s bikini is in disarray, her cheeks are flushed, and thick strands of hair stick across her forehead. She’s unraveled and so unlike her perfect pictures online.

And I couldn’t want her more.

“Bring it.” Her bottom lip trembles, which nearly knocks off a water droplet.

I lick it off myself as I cup her cheek in my palm and walk us backward until my ass hits the wall. We never break our kiss.

We massage each other’s tongues while she reaches underwater and slides my shorts down.

As she climbs up the front of me, I sink farther into the warm pool and into a squatting position.

She brings her knees up on either side of me and deepens the kiss, her warm and wet mouth covering mine in a kiss so heady and exciting that I feel it in my whole fucking body.

Then she settles completely onto my lap.

And I do what I’ve been dying to do all day—I grab two fistfuls of her ass, kneading them and groaning with appreciation.

“Fuck me, Xander,” she whispers, sliding against my aching dick, up and down in sync with the soft waves.

I squeeze tighter, her taste still lingering on my tongue, and the rest of my resolve crumbles, especially when she reaches a delicate hand between us and wraps it around my throbbing length.

“I have an IUD.” She peers into my eyes. “And all my tests came back negative a couple months ago.”

“Mine too,” I manage, my favorite body part screaming in her hold.

Cupping my cheeks in her free hand, she surges upward and over, closing the distance between us and settling onto me with ease.

We both gasp at the initial jolt of relief and pleasure of me nestling myself deep inside her, thick and bare. The strong connection is mind-blowing and intense, and she must think so too because our mouths fall open at the same time.

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