Page 123 of The Rookie

Her nails dig into my shoulders, her chest rising and falling, her eyes locked on mine.

And then—her hands slide down.

Under the water.

They slide off my boxers with a practiced ease, and she places them on the edge of the jacuzzi.

Then, with her eyes locked on me, she unhooks her bra and lets her gorgeous breasts hang free, two utterly beautiful teardrops.

I don’t say a word as my eyes drink her in.

And when she slides back in, closer to me and grips me—really grips me—everything fucking stops.

My breath punches out of my chest, my head dropping forward, a low, guttural noise escaping me.

“How’s this for reckless?” she whispers, her lips brushing mine.

"Very, very reckless."

I swear under my breath, my hands tightening on her waist, and then—she moves.

Her fingers stroke me slow, teasing, knowing exactly what she’s doing.

I choke out a curse, gripping the edge of the hot tub like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded.

Her other hand trails down my chest, her nails scraping lightly.

I let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, Avery."

She just smirks, her eyes dark, dangerous, proud.

And then—she disappears under the water.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

My hand flies out, gripping the edge of the hot tub, my head falling back against the side like I’ve just been knocked the fuck out.

Because I never stood a goddamn chance.

The second her mouth touches me, my entire body goes rigid, my breath catching so hard in my throat I nearly choke.

I curse sharply, my fingers digging into the slick tile, my muscles locking up like I’m holding on for dear life.

Because this is happening.

She’s happening.

And she is so good.

Better than I even thought.

And yeah, I thought about it.

A lot.

Too much.

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