Page 76 of Deadly Misfortunes

She peeled away from him and swam toward the pool stairs. A staff member came out, retrieved the foam mat from the pool, and laid it out to dry.

Gregory swam after her and kept catching her feet, making her twist around and tackle him. “You are incorrigible.”

“You are mine.”

She laughed, wrapped her arms around his neck again, and kissed him. “You are delaying the inevitable.”

“I’m enjoying this too much before we end up tackling each other in bed.”

“We can swim again later.” She smiled, kissed him again, and this time, planted her feet on the bottom of the pool, took him by the hand, and dragged him through the water to the stairs.

Then he got ahead of her and grabbed heated terrycloth robes, pulling one over her arms and tied the rope belt. Then he dressed in his own robe, wrapping the belt around his waist. He had his arm around her and hurried her into the house. Maria smiled at them.

They smiled back and headed up the stairs to the master bedroom.

Instead of showering to rinse off the chlorine, Gregory turned on the whirlpool bathtub.

“Oh, nice,” Sascha said, pulling off her robe and then her bathing suit.

Gregory set his robe aside and slipped out of his bathing trunks. He was fully erect. He smiled. “I figured we would have fun in the whirlpool tub this time.”

“For sure.”

Gregory turned off the water, and he took Sascha’s hand like a real gentleman to help her enter the tub. Then he joined her and turned on the jets.

“Wow.” She’d never been in one, and it felt great, hitting her back and massaging it in a fantastic way, pulling the tension out of all her muscles.

Then he moved closer, spread her legs, and began teasing a climax out of her. She was in heaven. He leaned forward and kissed her, tonguing her mouth while he continued to stroke her.

Then she started to come, holding onto his shoulders with a tight grip. “Oh my,” she said as she came, the ripples of climax washing over her in a blissful way.

He pulled her onto his lap and pushed into her, and they were locked in, rocking together. She was glad he hadn’t filled the tub too high, because even at this level, they were splashing water over the rim.

Between the jets and the motion of their bodies in sexual sync, she felt she was in the open ocean during a storm, but the water was warm, and Gregory’s body and hers were hot.

Tongues tangled again, and he ran his hands over her breasts while thrusting into her. He broke free of their kiss and licked each of her nipples. She did the same thing with him. And he laughed. She suspected no one had ever done that to him.

Then he was thrusting into her at a frantic pace, his hands on her hips, moving her against him until he yelled out. “You feel so good.”

“We’ll have to do this again,” she said, hugging him.

Then they washed up and climbed out of the bathtub, and he held her hand as they exited. He drained the water while she dried off. Then he grabbed a towel and dried himself. They left the bathroom and dressed.

Gregory kissed her and said, “I’ve got to make a call.”

“Okay. I’m going to see what we’re having for dinner.”

“Be down in a few.”

As soon as Sascha left the bedroom, Gregory got on his phone and made another group call with the guys. “Hey, if it’s all right with you, there’s a change of plans for our bachelor retreat.”

Before he could say what it was, Uncle Jimmy said, “We’re going to South Padre Island. Meg said the ladies were going there and you don’t want to be far away.”

Gregory really liked Uncle Jimmy. “Right. Sascha got a call from the guy saying she’s his. We’ll just get a place near them. If they have any trouble, we’ll be nearby. I’ll let my bodyguards, who stay with them, know where we'll be, and we’ll do our own thing as we planned.”

“South Padre Island isn’t very big. We’re liable to run into the ladies at some point,” Prescott said.

“I’m sure they’ll get a kick out of it and know why we’re there. Not to mess up their time but to be there if they need us.”