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Did she talk so much last time?

“Hold on,” I warn, right before I push off the step. Her legs grip me tight as I swim us across the pool. When I find the perfect depth, I prop her against the side. Now I can go to work.

My thrusts pound into her as she slides against the coping. She grabs a fistful of my hair and brings her lips to my ear.

“You’d better fuck me until I beg you to stop. Do you hear me?” Okay, I’ve got this.

Pulling out, I put up with a tirade of expletives until I have her standing at the bottom of the steps with her hands spread in front of her. Settling into the water behind her, I pull her legs around my hips and slide back in.

“Like that,” she cries.

My hand runs down her back. She arches against me. My hips piston as I thrust into her. I don’t want this to stop. Ever. I want her in my bed or the pool I’m having installed as soon as we return every day. I can feel her walls pulling me in, sealing my fate. My hand snakes around her waist to slide between her folds.

“No. Not yet,” she pants.

“I can’t hold out much longer.” Between the warmth of her body, the way her breasts sway every time I thrust, and the knowledge the baby inside her is mine, it’s a wonder I haven’t exploded already.

“Okay. Do it then.”

Yeah, not without her. My fingers work her clit in a frenzy. I can feel heat moving up my spine. My knee resting on the pool step feels bruised, and my abs are becoming sore. Just one more second. Then I hear the one thing that sends me over the edge. Brontë moans my name.

I’d like to say that I worked her until she rode out her orgasm. My hands are still in the same spot. But when her walls gripped me, I came so hard I might have blacked out. It’s a wonder I didn’t drown.

What we just did was crazy but so perfect. I pull out and take a step back. Hopefully, I don’t crush her against the steps.

She flips over so she’s sitting on the step half out of the water. Then she laughs. Not sure that was the reaction I was going for.

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BRONTË

“Did I actually tell you not to make me come?” I must be insane. Isn’t that the object of sex on a base level? I must be worse off than I thought.

“I think so?” Rand runs a wet hand through his hair.

My gaze takes him in. The water only comes to right above his hips. Water glistens in the pool lights over his muscled shoulders, defined pecs, and rippled abs. It slides down his body over obliques and a faint happy trail before joining its brethren to caress what I can’t see. I think this might be the first time I’m jealous of water.

“Thank you.” I don’t think I’ve ever thanked someone right after having sex.

“For what?” Apparently, he’s never been thanked either. I should say something sexy or smart here. Maybe a heartfelt monologue about how much I enjoyed today.

“For the dick and everything.” Well, that’s not sexy or smart. Did I just thank him for the use of his dick?

“Anytime.” He grins.

“Did I make this awkward?” Of course I did.

“No. I don’t think so anyway.” Then he splashes water in my face.

I glare at him. He grins and does it again. Oh, hell no. You don’t grow up as the youngest kid in a family without learning how to fight back.

With a warrior howl, I push myself up and lunge at him. He’s gracious enough to let me shove him under the water. By the time we’re done splashing around, we’re both laughing.

“Thanks,” I say as I ring water from my hair.

“You’ve got to stop thanking me just for having a dick. Pretty soon my ego won’t fit through the door.” He grins and shakes his head. Water sprays from his hair all over me.

With a laugh, he wades to the side. He presses his hands on the coping and hops out. I have a full view of an ass tight enough to bounce a quarter off. And, I’m horny again.

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