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There was a soft kindness in his voice that showed how much he adored his folks. “What about your parents?”
“My dad is a sweetheart, but he’s a total ballbuster. He has to be to keep my crazy mother on her toes.”
“Crazy mother?”
“My mom is a sex therapist. She’s just about as quirky as it gets.”
“Sex therapist?” he asked, smirking. “I did not expect that one.”
“It’s not really a common profession.”
“Wait…your mom’s last name is Cummings, right?”
“Yes.” I nodded, already knowing where he was going with this. “Dr. Savannah Cummings is my mother, the sex therapist extraordinaire. As if it wasn’t hard enough growing up with Cummings as your last name.”
“No wonder you’re so good at blow jobs,” he teased.
I shoved him away, mouthing, Pervert.
“Only for you.” He chuckled, pulling me close again. Our bare chests were pressed against each other. Water droplets slipped down my skin, and my nipples hardened instantly.
“Do you even know how sexy you are?” His eyes met the curve of my breasts peeking above the waterline. Strong hands slid from my hips to my ribs until they moved around my back and caressed my ass. “Baby, you drive me fucking insane.”
My heart tripped. He’d called me baby. Sure, he had said it before, but this time, it had just rolled off his tongue with such ease. It was a reflex, instinctive. I felt like we were really trying this, trying us.
I brushed my lips against his. We weren’t kissing at first, just teasing, breathing the same air. I could smell the chlorine on his skin, the hint of sugar on his lips from the soda we’d shared earlier. I saw my reflection in his pupils, eyes wanton and needy.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” He parted his lips, pressing his mouth to mine. “I’ll never get enough of these perfect cherry lips.” He opened his mouth, sucking on my top lip, my tongue.
Heat pulsed in my lower belly, my heart racing in anticipation.
Kline moved his mouth down my neck to my collarbone and across the curve of my breasts.
I felt the shape of him against my hip, hard and prominent. I reached down to take him into my hand, but he was too quick, gripping my ass and lifting me out of the water and onto the edge of the pool.
He spread my thighs, gazing up at me with wet lashes and hooded eyes. “How many fingers does my wild girl need?” His mouth met my hip, sucking with a force that reddened my sensitive skin.
I had never been so turned on in my life. My body thrummed, blood thundering in my veins, getting off on the illicitness of our location.
And I ached. God, I ached, desperate for more than just his hands. I wanted his mouth on me again.
“Or does she need more? Does she need my lips and tongue to give her what she really wants?”
My head fell back, and I gripped the edge of the pool to hold myself up.
“Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
“Your mouth,” I moaned, sliding my legs over his shoulders. “I need your mouth on me.”
He licked a path down my belly. “Hold on tight, baby. This is going to be fast and you’re going to fucking explode.”
He ate at my pussy until my body was strung tight with the need to come. I tried to hold out, tried to let the intensity build, but Kline’s mouth was too talented, too fucking good at seducing a climax out of me.
In the distance, heavy footfalls moved toward us. Keys jingled against a hip. I didn’t know where or what or who or how those noises were occurring, my mind stuck somewhere between suck me harder and make me come.
“Shit,” he mumbled, taking that delicious mouth away from where I needed him the most.
“N-N-No,” I stuttered out my frustration, but it didn’t matter. Kline’s hands were wrapped around my waist, yanking me into the water.
My head spun, shocked from the sudden change in position.
“Shh,” he quieted me, nodding toward the entrance.
My eyes grew wide in horror, realization setting in. The footsteps, the keys, they were coming from the other side of the door. The very doorknob that was being turned.
Fuck. I was going to get arrested for not only breaking and entering, but for public indecency too. The police were going to be called while my body still throbbed between my legs.
“I got you.” He held me tighter. “Hold your breath, baby. We’re going under,” he instructed, just before sliding us toward a darkened corner and submerging us under the water.
I shut my eyes, held my breath, and prayed to God we wouldn’t be seen. Surely, I wasn’t going down like this, naked in a pool with my boss’s cock pressed against my belly.
