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She giggled. “I’m going to join you.”
About ten minutes later he was standing on the opposite side of the glass in a pair of borrowed shorts waiting for Liberty. The room was warm and smelled slightly of chlorine. He turned when music flooded the space. Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers began to whine from hidden speakers, but there was no sign of Libby.
The slide of a door caught his attention and he turned, noticing a small entrance he somehow missed. Liberty emerged holding a fluffy white towel and wearing a loose fitting button down cover up made out of some kind of girlie net material that wasn’t quite lace. Sean swallowed hard.
Her thighs were slender yet delicately muscled. Her chaotic halo of curls was clipped high on her head and the few anarchic, sexy tendrils that refused to stay with the others curled down the long column of her neck.
Liberty tossed her towel on one of the cots and smiled at him. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
She pulled the cover up over her head and revealed a form-fitting white suit. It was one piece and simple, but there was a chunk missing from just below her left breast down to her lower left hip. The soft curve of her side was exposed, the fabric cut away to show her tiny little belly button. A vision flashed through his mind of him dipping his tongue into that tiny little crevice and tickling her as she writhed beneath him.
God damn it!
He turned away. “Are you coming?” Liberty said from behind him, at the steps of the pool.
He nearly choked at her choice of words. Practically!
The sound of water sloshing drew his attention. She stepped deeper into the pool and softly dove out into the shallow end. Sean turned fully, just in time to catch the curve of her ass peeking up over the surface and then disappearing under the water. Before she had time to emerge he walked to the deep end and dropped his large body into the water, allowing himself to sink right to the bottom.
Unfortunately it wasn’t cold, so the hard on he was suddenly sporting didn’t shrivel to an unnoticeable state. What the fuck was going on with him? He kissed Mason that morning and now he was getting a boner over his wife. Maybe he should take a trip into town later on and see if he could find someone to take the edge off his suddenly raging libido for a bit.
Sean swam through the smooth water. It glided over his overheated body as he made his way to the shallow end. His lungs tightened and he pierced the surface, rubbing the droplets from his face, sucking in air. Liberty was across from him, back to the wall of the pool, elbows resting in the rim, breasts thrust forward, hard pink nipples showing through the white of her suit. Christ!
Not even thinking, he warned, “Better watch the way you look at me, little girl.”
The comment clearly caught her off guard. She straightened and quickly disappeared under the water. The song changed from the sultry rhythm of Ain’t No Sunshine to the climbing rattles and pulses of Marvin Gaye’s Heard it Through the Grapevine. Sean lowered his shoulders into the water and took up a similar position to the one Liberty had held along the wall of the pool and waited.
Liberty popped up in the center of the deep end and watched him silently as she treaded water. What game was she playing? She was flirting with him. Did she realize that? She had removed the barrette from her hair. Her eyes appeared enormous and childlike with her hair wet slicked back. The slow building pulse of the music put him in a playful mood and Liberty seemed to want to play as well.
He smiled slowly. She watched him as he began to cover his eyes. “I’ll count.” He fully covered his eyes and began to leisurely count to ten. By five she seemed to catch on and he heard her moving stealthily through the water. When he reached ten he uncovered his eyes, but kept them closed. “Marco?”
“Polo.” She was in the deep end.
He dove under the water and swam until his palm made contact with the far wall. Breaking through the surface he called, “Marco?”
She giggled from some distance away. “Polo.”
He smiled. He wouldn’t lose her again. Using his hands to guide him he tugged his body along the wall. “Marco?”
“Polo,” she sung back, closer, but on the move. The song changed again and Barry White began to sing Never Gonna Give You Up. The faster beat had his heart pounding or so he told himself. He became a predator, closing in on her, cornering her. Just when he thought he had her she dove under the water with the grace of a mermaid and escaped him.
