The cool water contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from above.
“It’s perfect.” She lifts her chin, letting the sun kiss her tanned skin. “But you rarely swim during the day.”
I lean against the wall of the pool, arms crossed as I study her. “I prefer night swims.”
“Why? Scared of something?” Her tone is teasing, but I sense an edge beneath it.
“I’m not scared of anything,” I reply sharply.
“You are mafia.” Her gaze narrows as she uses her hands in the water to wade closer. “What happens at Angels and Sinners? Is that where all the mafia leaders meet?”
Suspicion flares in my chest. “Why are you asking about that?”
She shrugs, feigning innocence but unable to hide the curiosity dancing in her blue eyes that I can see despite the darkness of her sunglasses. “Just wondering if I should be worried that you’ll ever bring that kind of danger to the house.”
“I never bring work home—only paperwork,” I say curtly, grabbing the end of the floater.
Her eyes widen as I tip her into the water.
She splutters as she reaches for me. “What did you do that for?”
“For being nosy. Now tell me something. Did someone ask you to get information on me?”
A ripple runs down her throat. “No.”
“Liar.” I grab her and spin her around until her back presses against the pool wall. “Now talk to me. Did someone ask you to get information on me?”
She nods. Tears lace her eyes. “Sorry.”
“Is it your sister?”
“Milly?”
“Lia,” I tell her.
“No, why?” Her voice changes and at least now I know when she’s being truthful.
I press against her in the water—her breasts brushing against my chest—and my cock throbs in response.
Our eyes lock as the heat between us simmers just below the surface.
“Then who?”
She sighs. “I don’t know. Someone contacted me.”
I nod my head slowly. “Do they have something on you to threaten you?”
She doesn’t answer as she wraps her legs around my waist.
“What are you up to?” I ask, catching her gaze as it flickers to my lips.
“I could ask you the same question,” she replies as her center presses over my hard cock.
“Amara. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“I do.”
I take her hands, hold them against the pool wall, and press my body against her. “You don’t. Now, unless you seriously want me to fuck you, I suggest you talk.”
