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She huffs. “I wish people would stop asking me that. I’m fine. Please don’t be one of them, Austin. Take it off. Take it all off.”

Then she laughs, and I swear to God it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. Sweeter even than the rushing water.

I remove my jeans but stop at my forest green boxer briefs, totally aware of my hardening cock, because when a woman says take it all off, a man’s going to get fucking hard. When it’s Carly and she’s watching me? Fuck.

I step into the pool. Boxers on.

It’s cool but not freezing. Perfect. I walk in farther, and the water hits me right above my waist. I splash some over my chest and face, and then I stride to the waterfall.

I let out a small groan and close my eyes. It’s quite a bit colder than the standing water. But damn it feels good, and it also takes care of my erection problem.

Not for long, though.

“How is it?” Carly yells above the rush of the fall.

“It’s amazing. You should come in.” Shit. Bad move. “Or not. I didn’t mean—”

“Oh, shut up, Austin. I’m coming in. I didn’t come all this way to look at the water.”

I glance away to give her privacy even though I want to watch her more than I want my next breath.

Until I can’t help myself.

I step out of the fall, rub the water out of my eyes, and take a good long look because I’m only a man and she’s...

Fuck.

Her bra.

She’s not wearing it. In fact, it’s on the soft grass along with the rest of her clothes. Her gorgeous tits are on full display as she walks into the pool wearing only white cotton panties. They’re not racy in any way, but they’re the sexiest pair I’ve ever laid eyes on. The temperature of the water has forced her nipples into erect nubs, and—

Damn. The water no longer has any power over my loins. It’s as if she was made for me. Petite, lush curves. A narrow waist but wide hips. Muscled thighs that I imagine gripping my waist as I fuck her. A full ass I want to grab and… Would she go for a spanking? She’s such a good girl in those innocent little panties.

She’s not trying. No seduction. No practiced wiles. In fact, she stumbles a little. Instead of making her seem clumsy, it’s erotic as hell the way her breasts sway.

I want to punish her for making me helpless to her.

I’m hard as a fucking rock even with my dick submerged.

I can’t help the groan that escapes. “Baby, fuck, you’re perfect.”

She flows toward me, her motions languid, as if she’s a mermaid. Only she’s more beautiful than any siren of the sea.

She’s…

She’s fucking spectacular.

My fingers tingle. They tingle to reach out and cup those perfect breasts. Tingle to feel the inside of her tight warm pussy again.

Tingle to touch every fucking inch of her.

And knowing I can’t. I shouldn’t.

Until—

She reaches toward me and caresses my shoulder with her small hand. Glides her magic fingers down my arm to my hand that’s beneath the water. I have no idea what she’s up to, but she…

Oh, God…


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