Page 109 of Double Fault

Eyes narrowed, he moves closer. “What do you think?”

I roll my eyes, my focus fixed on my feet below the water. “I couldn’t begin to guess. Everything frustrates you.”

The surface breaks, and he clutches my ankles.

At his touch, my treacherous heart skips a beat.

He pushes my knees apart and steps between them.

“I kind of like this,” I admit, trying to ignore the goose bumps dimpling my skin.

He cocks his head to the side, a half smile painting his lips. “Me between your legs?”

“No.” I huff. How is it possible for this man to annoy me so easily? “Having you below me.”

Chuckling, he slides his hands up my thighs. And when I shiver, he breaks into a devilish grin.

“You didn’t answer.” I cock a brow, hands grasping the edge of the pool on either side of me. “What’s frustrating you?”

He stops his trek up my legs, fingers splayed wide. I try not to think about how thin my cotton pajama shorts are or how close his hands are to that place between my legs.

“You.”

My stomach bottoms out.

“Me?” I laugh, incredulous. “You’re the very definition of frustrating. Hot and cold and moody as fuck. It drives me crazy.”

With his thumbs, he rubs slow circles on the insides of my knees.

“What are you doing?” My voice comes out stronger than I feel.

He slides his hands up higher. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

On a harsh inhale, I close my eyes. “Noah, we can’t.”

His fingers trace a line over my covered my pussy, pulling a gasp from my lips.

He looks up at me, a cocky smirk on his arrogant mouth. “You’re really going to tell me you don’t want me to lick this pussy?”

I struggle to find my breath, to latch on to a single coherent thought.

His smile only grows larger.

God, I hate him and I hate myself for the way I can’t stop wanting him.

“This is a bad idea. We need to stop.” I scan the pool deck, searching for signs of life, cameras, anything that could signal that we’ll be caught.

He licks a drop of water from his lip. “Maybe I don’t want to stop. Maybe I can’t quit you and it’s driving me crazy.”

Heart stuttering, I inhale sharply. “You don’t mean that.”

“I never meant to complicate things,” he admits, eyes dropping. “You were supposed to be Maddie’s nanny. That’s all. It should’ve been easy to keep my hands off you.”

“But?” I prompt, hit with a burst of bravery.

“But I’m selfish,” he whispers, rubbing a thumb down my seam and pulling a hiss from me. “I want you all to myself.” He swallows audibly. “I lost today, yet rather than dwelling on it, beating myself up about it, all I can think about is you.”

“This is a bad idea.” I run my fingers through his wet hair, relishing the way he closes his eyes in response.

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