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"Josh, Josh, Josh," she panted as she came. I lifted my head, watching the utter pleasure ripple across her face.
Possessive need burned in my belly. This woman was mine.
She sagged and I caught her, wrapping her in a tight hug, smoothing my hand over her hair.
"Shhh," I whispered as she let out tiny satisfied whimpers. "I have you, Pecas. You're safe."
Slowly she returned to herself, her body still shaking. "I haven't done that since-"
I grunted, letting her know she didn't need to say his name. "Hopefully this wiped him away."
She burst out laughing, pulling back just enough to smile into my face. "Oh, yes. That was…" she trailed off, her expression so satisfied I had to stop myself from dropping to the floor and starting all over again.
"You're still hard." She whispered after a long moment.
"He'll settle down in a minute."
Maybe after I jerk off to the taste of you under a cold shower.
"Do you want-"
"No." I kept hold of her, enjoying the feel of her in my arms. "I'm fine."
"Really?" She withdrew, looking down at the pole currently tenting my pants. "He doesn't look fine."
"Later." I promised. "We have all of today. And if I get you in bed now, we won't spend time by the pool."
"Promises, promises." She winked, grinning.
We stayed together for another few minutes.
"Pool." I prompted, feeling the tension beginning to grow between us again.
"Pool," she agreed, but making no attempt to move.
I sighed, knowing I needed to be the bigger person. "Come on." I spanked her ass, grinning when she let out a surprised squeak. "Let's get you changed."
Chapter Thirteen
Molly
I won't look, I won't look, I won't-
God damn.
Josh stroked through the water, solid and steady. He'd wanted to do laps, get some exercise in before the weekend of debauchery the wedding party had cooked up. In less than 24 hours they'd managed to rope in everyone and their stripper. Someone knew someone who knew someone and now every house in the street would be packed out for this crazy bachelorette/bachelor party.
Oh, yeah. They'd decided to combine them.
Despite my overwhelming sense of impending doom, I couldn't help but be impressed. The strippers were hired, the caterers would arrive tomorrow morning, a cleaning service had been booked for after, and there would be a DJ along with massage therapists, a full bar and a driver to take you wherever you wanted to go.
Money talked and power delivered.
Josh finished his laps, leaning against the far end of the swimming pool. The late afternoon light cast long shadows over the pool area.
I stood, stretching up on my tip-toes. We'd arrived just after lunch and I had no regrets. We'd swam for an hour then I'd camped out on a sunbed, enjoying the sun while finalizing work and wedding tasks.
Josh had alternated between scribbling in a notebook and dipping in the pool.
