Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
We bop in the water, both of us glistening, both of us devouring the sight of one another.
“You sore?” He smiles, eyes flickering to the waterline where my crotch bobs below.
I decide to be honest and nod. “So very.”
But in the best way.
“Do you want Doctor Turner to check it? Kiss it and make it better?”
I glance over at the people in our yard before answering. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” he echoes, drifting closer, his big hands sliding around my waist beneath the water, pulling me flush against him. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” Turner leans in, his nose grazing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and slow against my skin. “Maybe,” he murmurs, voice a low, seductive drawl. “Or definitely?”
I clench my thighs around his hips, pressing closer, feeling every hard, thick inch of him beneath the water.
“Turner,” I warn. “People are watching.”
“So?” he says, his lips brushing against my jaw, not quite a kiss but close enough to make me tremble. “Maybe they need to see how well I take care of my roommate.”
I feel my eyes widen with surprise—he was never this… flirty before we slept together. Who is this man?!
His hands slide from my waist, to grip my ass beneath the water, holding me tight against his mouthwatering erection. “My tongue can make it better.”
My throat is dry, so all I can do is nod.
“Good girl,” he whispers, squeezing my butt cheeks, making me gasp. “You want me to do it here? In front of everyone.”
My cheeks flame, and I glance around the yard, but no one’s paying attention. Cash is still yammering away at the grill, Paul’s staring at his beer like it personally offended him, and the girls by the shallow end are snapping selfies and gossiping.
But still.
Anyone could see us…
“I am so hard right now.” Turner’s eyes are hooded, his lips curved into a wicked, shameless grin. “As soon as you walked outside, I got a boner. Hard as a fucking rock.”
So crude.
My cheeks flare, heat rushing up my neck, but I can’t look away. His eyes are locked onto mine, and that smirk—that infuriating, sexy-as-hell smirk—sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through me.
“You’re such a pig,” I whisper, but it comes out breathless, needy and I reach below the water, my hand feeling between us, fingers grazing the bulge straining against his swim trunks. My pulse pounds in my ears as I trace the thick, hard length of him, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from making a sound.
“Do that one more time—touch me like that again and I’m going to pull these bottoms aside and take you right here.”
My breath catches, an excited shiver running through me despite the warmth of the water. “You wouldn’t.”
His eyes flash open, dark and hungry. “Try me.”
I want to try him.
I want to see what he’ll do.
I back away, moving toward the side of the pool to the edge so we’re semi-shielded from the view of the people in our yard, my back hitting the cool tile. Turner follows, eyes locked on me like a predator stalking prey.
Like a shark.
Turner stops inches away, towering over me, the water lapping at his chest, droplets clinging to his skin. He braces one hand on the edge of the pool beside my head, caging me in. His other hand slides beneath the surface, drifting toward my hip, his fingers skimming the side of my bikini bottoms.
“I would give anything to see those tits right now,” he murmurs. “Think I won’t pull these tiny little bottoms aside and sink my fingers inside your pussy?”
My god.
I let my hands slide beneath the water, drifting down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, feeling every twitch, every shudder.
Turner’s breath catches, and his jaw clenches. “Poppy…”
I don’t stop.
I slip my hands into the waistband of his swim trunks…push them down his hips until his dick is free. Hard. Hot. Throbbing in my hand. I squeeze once, his entire body shudders, a guttural groan escaping his throat.
“Oh fuck,” he rasps, his hips jerking forward, grinding against me, his cock pressing thick and heavy against my stomach. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I look up at him through my lashes, a wicked smile spreading over my lips. “Being a good girl.”
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. . .
Iam one second away from sinking my teeth into Poppy’s neck and making her scream my name loud enough to drown out the party.
Instead, I grind my cock against her belly, letting her feel how hard she’s made me. The water sloshes around us, her back pressed up against the cool tile, and I can’t stop staring at her lips. Wet and swollen, parted enough for me to lean in and suck that bottom one between my teeth.
But then her hands slip beneath the water, and I swear to god—