Page 176 of Ewan

“You want me to remove your bra?” he asks.

“I wouldn’t mind it,” I joke, dipping my toe into the pool.

“You don’t believe me?” he says, a playful smile on his lips as he moves closer to me.

I gesture at him, laughing.

“No, no. Stay away from me. I know what you’re up to,” I say, retreating. “Let me get in first.”

“Sure. Do it, baby,” he says, crossing his arms over the concrete edge of the pool and looking at me with sly eyes.

I know he’s up to something, yet I take the first few steps toward the water when he pushes himself up, and I scream at the menacing wet body lunging at me.

We laugh as he wraps his arm around me, unfastens my bra, and tosses it away.

He looks down, water dripping from his chin.

“You are so beautiful, Scarlett,” he says with a hint of emotion in his voice, moving his hand unhindered over my chest.

My nipples react quickly, and I’m no longer sure we’ll make it into the water when he lifts his gaze to my face, grasps my chin, and crashes his lips onto mine.

I slide to him as if dragged by a magnetic force and shudder when he loops his arms around me and pushes his fingers down, removing my panties without breaking the kiss.

Soon my sensitive clit pulses swept by the breeze.

My hands glide over his back before slowly coming to his front and rubbing his hard-on through his soaked boxers.

We deepen the kiss while he pushes his hand down my rear and presses his fingers against my center.

“Are you sure you want me to swim with you right now?” I ask, panting already.

He laughs against my lips.

“Probably not right now. I want to put my cock into your beautiful mouth first,” he says, cupping his erection and dragging me to the lounge chair.

He picks up one of the pillows and drops it to the ground.

“Watch your knees,” he says, grinning.

“I can crouch down.”

“I’m sure you can. I don’t care how you do it at this point. Just get down and do it.”

EWAN

She opensher mouth and takes me into her mouth.

Her lips are molded on me, her cheeks hollow, her eyes closed, her hand moving up and down, spreading the wetness of her mouth, the other cupping my balls.

Her hair falls down her back and covers her cheeks, and I pull it all into my fist and lift it so I can see her face while she’s bobbing her head, sucking on me.

I want this woman.

I want her for more than sex in a motel or a vacation in Florida. I want to share with her more than a trip, dinner, and some chatting over coffee.

But can I do that? Will she want to become someone else?

Someone always surrounded and protected by my men when I’m not there?

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