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“Oh my god, Rand,” Brontë says when we step through the door. “Who did you have to kill to get this? Wait. Is this one of those deals where the owners are gone, and you broke in? I’m game since I’m already a badass sign changer and all.”

“No.” I laugh. “It’s all nice and legal.” I carry our bags into the bedrooms and hunt for where she’s gone. I find her, standing on the back patio by the pool, looking at the view.

“This is amazing.” Her hand reaches for me, and I take it. She pulls me forward to join her. It is an amazing view. Bernadette outdid herself. “I bet if we hurry, we can watch the sunset from the pool. Except, I don’t have a suit.” Brontë scrunches her face in disappointment. Don’t worry, I’ve already thought of this.

“I was just going to swim in my boxer briefs. You can swim in your underwear if you want. If you don’t feel comfortable doing that, I think I have a T-shirt you can borrow.”

She grins at me. Then the clothes start coming off. Piece by piece, I watch as she strips down to her underwear. There’s a lacy bra that her breasts are getting too big for and a matching pair of bikini panties her baby bump protrudes over. The bump I put there.

Damn, that makes it so much harder to take my pants off. Pun intended. Without a thought, she steps down into the pool. I marvel at the fact I was once balls-deep in someone so spectacular.

“Come on, the sun is almost setting,” she says. I pull my shirt over my head and deposit it on one of the chairs. I pull off my shoes, socks, and pants. Yes, I’m still sporting some impressive wood. But, if I hurry, maybe it won’t be so obvious. “Nice wood.” She grins.

“Not helping.” Quickly, I move into the pool. I find a spot on one of the lower steps to watch the sunset. Brontë settles between my legs. We stay like this until the sky races through its palette of oranges, reds, and yellows. It’s beautiful. So is the woman watching it with me. When the sky turns dark, she pushes out into the pool.

“That was breathtaking. Thank you for suggesting this,” she says.

“Of course. Anything you want.” I mean it too. I’ve never wanted to be at someone’s beck and call like I do hers.

“Anything?”

I nod. She studies me from the other side of the pool. I’ve never been that great at reading people. Not on a personal level anyway. Give me a room of businessmen during a negotiation and no problem. But, Brontë? She’s still a mystery to me.

I watch as she slowly stands and reaches behind her. Without hesitation, she tosses her bra onto the side of the pool.

My mouth waters. No words can describe how I’m feeling. There might be a good chance my brain has short-circuited. How in the hell did I ever convince her to come back to my room? Pete’s right, she’s way out of my league.

Slowly, she moves through the water until she’s standing in front of me.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yes,” I croak.

She leans forward and wraps her hands around the waistband of my underwear. I lift up while she slides them down my body. I hear the wet material slap against the patio. She adds her panties to wherever my underwear landed. Sinking to her knees, she straddles my lap.

“I need—” she begins. “I mean, if it’s okay—”

She doesn’t have to ask. Anything she wants is hers. My hand wraps into her hair as I pull her mouth to mine. Her lips are warm and soft. She must have snuck a peppermint from lunch because that’s what I taste when my tongue explores her mouth.

She moans against my lips when my hand grazes her breast. I know we’ve had sex before. There’s a bump between us that proves it. But this feels like the first time, and I want to make it everything she needs.

Breaking our kiss, she raises on her knees, giving me the perfect chance to draw one of her hard nipples between my lips. I don’t remember what she likes, so I start by learning her body all over again.

I begin softly, rolling my tongue over the hard bud. She moans. Then I suck gently, and she groans. But when I add my teeth, she gives me exactly what I want.

“Rand,” she cries. And suddenly, I’m so hard, it’ll be a wonder if I last long enough to slide inside her. I move to the other breast. My teeth worry the bud this time as my hand slips between us. My fingers slide through her swollen folds until I find her clit. Her hips roll to meet my slow strokes.

“No, Rand,” she growls. Pulling back, she slaps at my hand. Okay. I can stop. I’m a good enough guy to put the brakes on when asked. It’ll take a long shower, but no problem.

Instead of pushing away, however, she fists my cock and sinks on top of it. “Yessss,” she hisses.

My thoughts race. Grandmas, dead puppies, sweaty ball sacs. Anything to keep me from blowing.

“Fuck me, Rand. Hard.” Jesus. Placing one hand on the step behind me and one around her waist, I roll my hips up. “More,” she begs.

I give my abs a workout as I press into her again and again.

“Ohhh, that’s good dick.”

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