Page 42 of Dr. Off Limits

“I try and avoid you,” I blurted, like he’d pressed an honesty button on the side of the pool.

“I try and avoid you too,” he replied. “It’s not working so well, is it?”

“First rotation, first shift and now this? I mean...” I looked up to the ceiling. “Whoever’s up there took the month off.”

“Or maybe not,” he said. His lips curved in a deliciously sexy way. I tried to remember if I’d noticed that about him at the restaurant, or whether I’d been in sensory overload being seated next to him. There was so much else to notice.

“You think God just doesn’t like me?” I asked.

Jacob groaned. “No, it’s not that. We just... keep getting thrown together. I wasn’t even supposed to be your date that night and now we work together and we’re here together and we’re almost naked in the water together. That’s a lot of coincidences.”

“Oh, you think God has a plan,” I said.

“I have a plan,” he mumbled.

“What?”

He shook his head. “I just don’t know how strong my self-control is. You might have to be strong for both of us soon.”

“Oh no,” I said. “You can’t rely on me. I’m here, trying to avoid you in case anyone can see how much I—” I stopped myself before I could say too much. I sank back up to my neck in water again.

“How much you...?”

I took a deep breath. “You don’t want me to answer that. This is a dangerous conversation.”

“That’s the problem. I really, really want you to answer that question.”

The line between us was fading fast. As much as I wanted to erase what was left, there was too much at stake. I took a step back. “Jacob. We both have our reasons for why we think this isn’t a good idea.”

“Fuck,” he spat. “I know. I need to cool off. Or something.”

“You stay here while I get out. I’m just old-lady swimming. You look like... like a professional.”

He glanced down at me in the water and I couldn’t have felt more naked. I wanted to take a step and reach out to smooth my hands around his neck, link my legs around his waist. I wanted to lick his wet skin and press my body against his. I wanted to push my hand into the front of his shorts and circle my fingers around his cock so it grew hard in my hand. I figured he could have my costume off in less than half a second, his mouth on me in less than a second, be inside me in less than ten.

“Shit, I can tell what you’re thinking just by looking at you.”

I covered my face with my hands. “I’ve got to get out of here.” I backed away.

“Go,” he said, putting his goggles back on. “I can’t go anywhere right now.” Despite his size, he gracefully dipped under the water and headed back down to the other end of the pool. I watched for one then two seconds, then headed back to the changing rooms. Swimming was supposed to distract me from Jacob, but it had done nothing but fuel embers now sparking into flames inside of me.

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