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After several failed attempts at trying to dunk Jameson, I called a truce and swam to the edge. Hands on the sandstone tile that surrounded the pool, I pushed myself out of the water, twisting so my wet ass slapped to the stone with my legs still hanging in the warm water. Out of nowhere, a large fluffy towel was wrapped across my shoulders. When I turned my face up, smiling in thanks at Slade, he stroked a finger down my cheek and went back to the grill.

I watched him, so very thankful for the one-eighty change in the man I used to think only saw me as a coworker. I wanted to ask what happened but didn’t want to jinx it in case he suddenly changed his mind and went back to that wide professional bubble.

Hands wrapped around my ankles and slowly slid up to my calves, turning my attention to the man nestled between my knees. The water lapped against his chest as he stared up with those honey-brown eyes, his hands kneading my sore muscles as they inched higher and higher.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“For what?” I laughed. “For sucking at water games?”

“Based on last night, your sucking is nothing to be ashamed of,” he commented with a slow grin. Though as soon as it formed, it faded just as fast. “Today was tough. The interviews….” With a sigh, he moved forward until he could press light kisses along the inside of one knee before switching to the other. “Tomorrow. We can talk about it tomorrow. Right now, I just want to get lost in tonight. Forget the reason I’m here, why we’re both staying here, and live in the moment like our jobs don’t darken our souls a little more every day.”

His wet strands slid through my fingers as I raked them along his scalp. Lids closed, he pressed a cheek against my inner thigh. Scraping my nails down the back of his neck, I watched as his skin pebbled beneath my touch.

“I love you.” I stilled, unsure if I’d heard him right. “I know it’s fast, and you don’t have to say it in return, Raindrop, but I do. Fuck that—Ihave. I might have loved you when you were still married.”

Tears filled my lower lids. I completely understood what he meant because I felt the same. It was more than a crush, more than friends, even back then.

“Just know that we’ll figure this out.” He pointed to me, then himself. “Because I’m not letting you slip out of my life again without a fight.”

Holding him steady, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his in an emotion-filled kiss, letting all my pent-up feelings for him flow from my heart into his.

“I’m not just saying this because you did. I wouldn’t do that to you. But the truth is, I feel the exact same way about you, Jameson. It started back in Nashville and never stopped for me. Maybe that makes me a terrible person, but—”

“It doesn’t.”

I shrugged a single shoulder and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you. More than I should considering the time frame, but like we’ve both said, this is more than the now.”

Jameson inhaled deeply. “Fuck, that sounds amazing coming from your lips. I can’t wait to hear it again, and again, because there is no getting rid of me now, Rain.”

“Good.” I gave him an adoring grin. “I needed tonight,” I said, leaning back on my elbows and tipping my face up to the dark night sky. “I haven’t felt this free and amazing in ages.”

With a smile on my lips, I dipped my chin, only for my breath to catch at the hungry expression on Jameson’s face. Keeping his hooded gaze locked on me, he turned just enough to nip at my inner thigh. A gasp parted my lips. The hand on the opposite knee crept higher until his fingertips dipped beneath the red material of my bikini bottoms.

His brows lifted a fraction, a silent question if I wanted this.

I licked my lips and shifted along the smooth tile, spreading my legs in invitation to continue. This was what I needed. A night with no stress, no work. Free-falling into the sexual pull that clicked higher with every look and touch from either of them.

The thin ties at my hips unraveled beneath his deft fingers. My abs contracted with every quick breath, making the water drops fall over my side and drip to the pool deck. Inch by inch, he drew the scrap of material lower, exposing my core to the soft cool breeze.

Movement in my periphery had me resting my chin on my shoulder. Dinner forgotten, Slade had moved closer, now perched on the nearby lounge chair, tree-trunk legs spread wide with his elbows pressed on top of both thick thighs.

His stare took in every exposed inch of my trimmed mound as Jameson’s finger slowly stroked along the slick middle. Knuckles white, he restrained his hands clasped between his knees, as if holding himself back from smacking Jameson’s hands away to replace them with his own.

Heart thundering, I sucked in a shaky breath at the amazing sensation of Jameson’s tongue following the same path of his probing fingers.

“Pull your top down, Raindrop,” he whispered, lips teasing against my slick core. “Show Slade how fucking perfect your tits are for sucking. I bet he won’t be able to resist wrapping his lips around you.”

Wet hair cascaded down my spine as my back arched, my head tipped back at the swell of desire his words sent rushing through my veins. Elbows on the pool deck, I dipped a finger beneath the red triangle-shaped material and pulled both sides down. A desperate moan escaped me at the night air brushing against my hard nipples.

“Fuck.”

I barely turned toward Slade’s voice, lips parted. His heated gaze flicked up from my naked chest to my face. A fresh rush of desire soaked my center at the heat and possessiveness in those glittering green eyes.

“Are you going to eat her cunt or just play with it all night?” he snapped at Jameson without breaking eye contact. A shiver zipped down my spine at the dominance in Slade’s dark tone.

Without a word, Jameson pulled my lips apart with both thumbs, leaving every part of me visible to his hungry stare, and sealed his mouth over my swollen clit, sucking in quick succession before dipping lower. A frustrated grumble carried on the breeze a second before my ass slid along the smooth tile until my backside hung dangerously over the rounded edge of the pool. With an ass cheek in each hand, Jameson squeezed before spreading me wide again, holding me less than an inch from his face.

“Look at how perfect this pretty pink pussy is,” he said, tone soft and hungry. His breath fanned along my hot, slick center, making me tremble on the deck.

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