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“I want you, Brad,” she says, and I roll on top of her and fuck her missionary style.
She grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes as I pump into her, increasing my thrusts each time. We come together and go back to sleep until morning.
***
This must be how celebrities feel after all their business is laid out in the open, I think to myself as we leave the family court. As Brenda had threatened, her attorney accused me of marrying Isaac’s nanny just to win the case. I’d worn a puzzled look that confused the judge further.
Eventually, he assigned us a court evaluator whose job was to verify that my marriage with Mila was real. He could come into our home any time he pleased and stay as long as he wanted. I’m glad Mila has already moved in and settled into the master bedroom.
The judge gives us eight weeks, and at that time, the evaluator will have given his report, and the judge will make a decision. Brenda shoots me a triumphant look as she and a man I assume is Stan, walk past.
“You must do everything possible to make sure this looks real,” my attorney whispers into my ear.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do except live as we’ve been living. It hits me then that even before Mila and I got married, we were behaving like a couple. We only need to go on with our lives.
The whole thing finished earlier than I thought. It’s noon and I took a day off from work. Mila has gone back to painting, and I know she’s in the studio, and I don’t want to bother her. I decide to go back home and clean the pool. I usually have a pool company come in every two weeks, but in between, I clean it myself.
As I thought, Mila is in her studio. The house is quiet, and I go to my room and change into shorts and a T-shirt. I go out and gather stuff for cleaning in the wooden storage house outside. With a long-handled net, I skim the surface of the pool, collecting leaves and other debris. Every so often, I glance up at Mila’s studio and wonder how she’s doing up there. I still haven’t come to terms with how gifted she is and how humble. I’m a lucky fellow to be her fake husband.
“What are you smiling about?”
I jump. I hadn’t heard Mila’s footsteps.
“I was thinking how lucky I am to have you in my corner,” I say, my eyes taking in the lines of her body.
She’s wearing a skimpy bikini that is showing more than it is covering. All the blood goes down to my cock.
“How did it go?” she says and saunters toward me and lies down. She arranges the towel on the concrete and lies on her stomach. The bottom half of her swimsuit is a thong. The flimsy material disappears between her ass cheeks. Talk about temptation.
I tell her all that transpired very fast. I continue fishing for leaves, but I can’t keep my eyes off her curvy lush ass.
She raises her head and looks at me solemnly. “Everything will be okay. You’re a fantastic dad, Brad; no one can take that away from you.”
Her words make me flush with pleasure.
“Is the pool ready; can I go in?” she asks.
“Yes, it’s fine. I was thinking of a swim myself,” I tell her.
Her eyes twinkle. “Is that right?”
She stands up, and I follow her with my eyes as she slowly dips into the pool. I realize that I’ve been holding my breath. I drop the net and shed my T-shirt and shorts.
Mila giggles. “You’re in your briefs, not swim shorts.”
I smile sheepishly. I don’t care what I’m wearing. All I know is that I want to be near her. Being with her at this time of day is an unexpected surprise, and I intend to enjoy this time.
I dive in and swim to her in the shallower part of the pool. I pull her into my arms and press my lips to her throat and then lick off the drops of water hanging there. Her hands circle my neck. I kiss her cheek and lips. She opens her mouth for me, and I slip in my tongue. We kiss deeply, and my hands roam over her curvy ass.
“I wore this for you,” Mila whispers into my ear.
“It’s hot,” I tell her.
My hands come to the front, and I push the top of her swimsuit down. The water comes up to her waist, and her perfect tits are pushed up and exposed. Her nipples are hard and large.
“Can I have a taste?” I ask her, already lowering my head.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I love how Mila arches her back when I’m working her nipples. I pinch and lick and gently tug. My cock grows rigid in my boxer briefs, swelling until it almost tears a hole through the material.
