Page 27 of Concealed

“Want to have a cannonball contest?” I ask.

A laugh flies out of her pretty mouth, and I’m really digging the sound. “I’m a bit out of practice with cannonballs.”

“C’mon, I’ll show you.” I stand beside her expectantly, but she doesn’t give any indication that she’s going to move. “Wait. You can swim, right?”

“I used to swim laps every day in Vegas.”

Okay, so her hesitation isn’t about drowning. No one else is here, so she must be worried about something to do with me.

“Do you want me to close my eyes so I can’t see you?” I suggest. “I’m skilled enough to do a cannonball with my eyes shut.”

“No… I… No.”

There’s a determined jut to her chin when she stands up to face me, and I’m really happy her gumption is showing. I still haven’t figured out what her hesitation is about, especially because this activity was her idea.

She peels her shorts down her legs, and all the smooth skin she’s revealing legitimately makes my mouth dry.

Jesus, she’s sexy.

When she pulls her shirt off, the view of her flat stomach, perfectly rounded hips and ass, and eye-popping cleavage stops my heart.

I seriously flatline for at least three beats.

A neon yellow string bikini is a ridiculously good contrast against her tan, and I’m incapable of forming any words. Even though her profession is a teacher by trade, the girl has some definite stripper tits.

She’s the perfect balance of curved and toned with a body that threatens to steal all my breath. Her legs are lean and toned from diligent work with weights, and the dip in her lower back before her ass swells is unreal.

And I’m staring at her like a punk.

My mouth is probably hanging open.

It takes a real effort, but I pull my gaze back to her face. I’m shocked that she’s worrying her bottom lip and staring at her feet.

“I’m used to swimming in the privacy of my backyard, and I don’t like tan lines. I’m sorry. I…”

“Sorry?” I repeat. She starts to reach for her towel, but I set my hand gently on her forearm. “You look absolutely incredible. Please don’t be sorry. You just made my year with this epic view. The move to Sunnyville was totally worth it.”

Her shoulders visibly relax, and she gives me a tentative smile. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm.

And I’m hoping we can jump into the pool before she notices that my dick is half-hard just from looking at her.

The fact that such a beautiful girl is so insecure and has to look over her shoulder makes me want to meet Matt in a dark alley. And not as a cop either – as a man who can crush his face and give him the beating of his life.

“Well, in that case…” She runs toward the pool and does a front flip before cannonballing into the pool.

“You liar!” I accuse her when she emerges above the surface. “Out of practice my ass.”

Not one to be outdone, I perform a perfect backflip and do my own cannonball, making sure to splash her.

She shrieks and splashes me back, but she has no hope against me and the tsunami waves I’m sending her way.

“You’re a bully!” Rebecca cries, before diving under the water and swimming away.

Even though watching her leave is a damn sweet view, I can’t resist a good chase. I’m after her in seconds and swim for all I’m worth before wrapping my arms around her tiny waist and pulling us both to the surface.

“What do I win for snagging such a great catch?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows.

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