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“And orgasms.”

“You’re gonna give them to me?”

I nod. “Just me.”

“I can’t have sex with anyone else?”

“No one.”

“But only while we’re fucking?”

Only while we’re fucking… That means she intends to fuck someone else after me. That scenario plays out in my head, causing every muscle in my body to freeze. One day I’ll have to let Kota go and she’ll move on with another guy, probably a lot of other guys. They’ll get her pussy but they’ll also get other parts of her. They’ll get to sleep next to her, cuddle her. They’ll get to cook for her, protect her, hold her hair when she’s sick. They’ll get this playful side of her. They’ll get her.

Instead of answering, I distract her—and myself—by suggesting, “Should we get started now?”

“Not in here.”

“The pool?”

Kota’s head bobs. “I told you, I don’t want to get an infection.”

“The water causes that?”

“It could.”

“Can we still do everything else in here?”

“As long as there’s no penetration.”

No penetra—

That rules out my tongue, my fingers, and my cock.

So basically…nothing. We can do nothing in the pool.

Well, one thing.

“Take a deep breath.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna kiss the fuck out of you underwater.”

“Why does it have to be underwater?”

“Our first kiss was underwater.”

“That wasn’t really a kiss,” she says with a smile.

Mesmerized by her lips, I tell her, “It was to me. Hold your breath.”

As soon as I see her reach the height of an inhalation, I press my lips to hers before pulling us below the surface. I keep us in the shallower section to avoid this turning into another rescue mission. Even though I can swim now, I’m focused on something more important than surviving right now. Her name’s Dakota Lynsi Stack Rhodes and she feels even better than breathing. She feels like heaven and tastes like a cloud.

“Why do you like to fight?” Kota asks a while later, her head turned toward me.

From my watermelon tube, I’ve got my fingers curved under her donut tube’s handle as we float down the lazy river portion of the pool, past foliage and boulders, couches and tables.

Although we’ve been getting to know each other better by talking about anything and everything, this is the first time she’s brought up this morning’s conversation.