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I don’t have to wait long to find out, as a hand grabs my ankle from under the water and I yelp in shock.

Fully naked, he swims past me, his white ass glowing like a full moon against the contrast of the rest of his sun-kissed body.

A giggle bubbles in my chest at the absurdity of the situation.

I’m in a pool with a naked stranger. I’m thirty-nine and acting like a teenager.

I can’t deny it’s the best fun I’ve had in months.

I squeeze my eyes closed when he swims up beside me and resurfaces, not trusting myself not to look at his cock.

“Scared you won’t be able to resist?” He laughs, obviously noticing my reaction.

“Oh, shut up,” I reply, flustered, already fed up wrestling with my dress.

Just take it off, Jade.

“I thought fast jet pilots took more risks than us average Joes.”

“Calculated risks. There’s a difference, and I have self-control. Something you clearly lack.” My words sound more prim and proper than usual.

“I’m fun. Something you clearly lack.” His Scottish accent is thick with humor.

My eyes still closed, I gasp dramatically. “Oh, that hurts.”

“Take your clothes off, then.”

“No.”

“See. I’m right, you’re a prude. No fun.”

I let out a stupidly girly squeak and pop my eyes open when he pinches my waist, discovering that he’s standing right in front of me.

This guy’s got my head spinning like a Ferris wheel. “It’s not that I don’t want to take my clothes off.” I keep my gaze high, forcing myself not to ogle his million-pack abs or dip lower.

He pulls his lips into his mouth. After what feels like forever, he says, “So youwantto take your clothes off?”

Goddammit, he got me.

“I can’t take them off.”But I want to.

He rakes his wet locks off his forehead with his fingers. “Why not?”

“Because we are in a communal pool, and it’s not very professional of me if the guys come back to find their boss naked in the pool now, is it? And…” I trail off.

“And?” he mimics.

I look away, embarrassed, and mumble under my breath.

“I didn’t catch that. Say it again,” he pushes.

I say it again, slightly louder.

“I missed that too.” He moves closer, his mouth now in line with my ear.

Through clenched teeth, I say, “My body doesn’t look the same since I had Poppy.”

“And?” He twists his head in my direction, our mouths aligning.

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