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That seemed to be the splash of cold water he needed.
Foster lifted his head but pressed his body to mine.
He throbbed against me.
Then he kissed me again, hard and hungry as he squeezed and caressed my breasts like he couldn’t help himself.
Finally, he released my mouth, the bristle of his unshaven cheeks scratching my skin as he whispered in my ear, “This is far from over.”
He then pushed away, swimming at impressive speed across the pool.
My fingers trembled as I grabbed the strings of my bikini top and fumbled to cover up. Foster hauled himself out of the pool, his boxer briefs clinging to the muscles of his perfect ass andobvious erection. He shot me a look of heated promise over his shoulder, then bent down to scoop up his clothes.
“Holy. Crap,” I murmured, touching my bee-stung lips.
So we were two completely different people, and we weren’t ever going to be anything permanent … but that didn’t mean we couldn’t indulge in a little after-hours fun.
Yeah, now that I’d had a taste of him … this was definitely far from over.
CHAPTER SIX
Foster
It was serendipity. At least, that was the excuse Foster used as he pulled into the parking lot outside Ember’s spa and store.
He stared up at the sign for the spa: House of Bonet.
And then to the sign above the attached store: Ember’s Zen Den.
He smirked at her sense of humor, pulse racing.
Of all the places he could’ve been that afternoon, it had to be in town. Colt had set up a meeting with a guy looking to sell several properties he owned on the coastline. Unfortunately, Colt had a bad case of food poisoning after a sample day yesterday with their wedding caterer. Not only had he upchucked throughout the night, he and Jade now needed to find a new caterer.
And Foster had to cover his meetings.
The day after he almost screwed Ember Bonet in her swimming pool.
Definitely serendipity had kept him in town today.
The nanny would collect Georgie from school like always, so with time on his hands, he found himself heading toward Ember.
Despite knowing it was probably a terrible idea, he couldn’t get the taste of her out of his mouth. If he didn’t have her, he was pretty sure he’d never be able to concentrate fully on anything ever again.
Striding into Ember’s store, he drew to a stop in disappointment to see a woman with long, black hair sitting by the counter. She eyed him suspiciously.
More than likely because he didn’t look like their usual customer.
“May I help you?”
“Uh … is Ember here?”
Instead of answering, she turned and yelled toward the doorway that presumably led to the storeroom. “Bonet, some hot dude is here to see you!”
He raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond, only took a few steps toward the counter. It was a wonder Ember’s employee couldn’t hear his heart pounding.
“Is that really how you’re going to address our customers?” He heard Ember say. “Raven, please—” She was suddenly there, staring at him open-mouthed.
“Hey.” He took in her long dress, loving the way it hugged her breasts and waist before it flared out into a full skirt. The way she dressed was so different from the women he’d dated, but Foster liked it. Everything about Ember was enticingly feminine.
