Page 85 of Say My Name

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“Nice? You must live in this pool,” I tell him, glancing at the hot tub connected to the deep end of the pool. There’s a waterfall on the side of the hot tub, and it must be heavenly soaking in the warm, frothy water after a long day at work.

“I hate to say this, but I hardly ever go in.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m usually so busy with work.”

“When work becomes your life, you have no life at all.” I grin at him. “We should go in now.”

Devereaux looks between me and the pool with a furrowed brow. “It’s past three in the morning. Aren’t you tired?”

“Nope.” I bite my lower lip, pondering if I should really do what I’m thinking. It’s not every day you get the chance to swim in a setting like this, so I drag the zipper of my black dress down, exposing my bra. “If you don’t want to go swimming with me, you don’t have to.” A bathing suit wasn’t on my list of things to grab, but this bra and panty set covers more than most bikinis. Well, if my panties weren’t in his pocket.

I sigh and pull my dress back up.

“Wait. What are you doing?” he says.

“You have my panties. So, I only have half a suit.” I hold my hand out. “Can I have them back?”

“Sorry, no.” His gravelly voice pebbles my nipples. “They’re mine.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

Our gazes lock, and he looks like a cross between amused and aroused.

“Well, let’s see if you’re a gentleman.” I slide the dress off my shoulders.

“I’m definitely not a gentleman. And I’m not responsible for what happens if you take that off,” he says just before my dress falls to the ground.

“Good thing, because it looks like I’m not a lady.”

He growls as his gaze drops to my bare sex, and he yanks off his suit jacket, draping it over the outdoor sectional that looks like it costs more than my car.

I turn around, giving him my backside. “It’s just an innocent swim.” I dip a toe into the pool, feeling the coolness of the water against my heated skin.

“There’s nothing innocent about a body like yours.” His eyes crash into mine.

My nipples harden at his words, and I move to the hot tub, easing down into the heated bubbly water. “Are you coming in?” I close my eyes and let the water rush over my face as I go underwater.

When I resurface and open my eyes, Devereaux’s standing before me in nothing but his black boxer briefs.

Oh my.

My hungry eyes take in the lean muscles cording his arms before they devour his defined pecs and abs. Above the waistband of his briefs is a delicious V accenting his trim hips and the outline of his ginormous dick. He joins me in the water, broad shoulders dipping below the surface, until he’s right in front of me.

I gaze into his whiskey-colored eyes, breathing in the night's fresh air. I feel so free out here. The world melts away, and I’m no longer trying to find the murderer of a case that’s way over my head. He’s no longer a suspect.

No, right now… out here… it’s just us.

“See, doesn’t that feel better?” I ask in a low voice. “Nice and relaxing.”

His gaze drops to my mouth. “Yeah, I definitely needed this.”

“It’s good to let loose once in a while. All work and no play isn’t a fulfilling way to live.”

He studies me for a moment before he floats away to the opposite side of the hot tub and sits on the wrap-around seat. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

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