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They could find a temporary forever in the Jacuzzi.
There was no one using the pool deck. He set the jets going, got rid of his pants and shirt, and wearing the Speedos he swam laps in, stepped into the warm water.
“This suit is a little small,” Lenny said as she unwrapped her robe and tossed it on a bench.
“Not too small.”
She put her fingers to the legs of the pants and wiggled it back into place over her ass. “You’re not the one wearing it.”
He made a play of covering his eyes, peeking through his fingers. “I won’t look.”
There was a snap, snap of elastic before she stepped into the spa across from him, the water traveling up her legs and stopping midthigh. There was something about the way she ducked down and then stood again, wet to her shoulders, the way the suit stuck to her skin, raking high on her hipbone, outlining her body, and her moan of delight that made him go hard.
“The way you’re looking at me, I hardly mind this is two sizes too small.” She ducked under again and floated across to the seat opposite him. “The water is gorgeous.”
He was lost for words, because all he had were corny ones. She was gorgeous, outside and in.
She touched her toes to his shin. “Sorry I talked at you for so long about D4D.”
“I liked hearing about it.” Her ambitions and dreams were more tangible to him now. Her passion more inspiring.
Her struggle would be keen. She was Jeffrey Bradshaw’s daughter, and Bradshaw had stolen from people who couldn’t afford to lose and would never forget it. They’d never give Lenny the benefit of trust. He tried to tamp down his concern. It wasn’t his place to make her doubt.
“You’re a good listener.” Her toes trailed up to his knee and down to his ankle again. They helped him manage the impulse to offer advice she wouldn’t want.
He rubbed the sole of his other foot over her instep. They’d played at so many things in the short time they’d been seeing each other, but there was something so simple and honest about footsie it made him deliriously happy.
“It all falls apart if I can’t secure a strong pipeline of donations. My direct mail open rate is low, and I’m not getting any invitations anywhere. I’m worried I’m not on the scene enough,” she said.
“I’d offer to be one of your donors, but I know you don’t want my dirty money.”
She flicked water at his face. “The confusing thing is that your dirty money already goes to do good. I have trouble wrapping my brain around that. I can’t dislike you for it.” She let her arms drift out to her sides, skimming the water. “I thought my picture in the social pages might help. Perhaps I have to change my name first.”
“How do you feel about changing your name?” It’s what the families of convicted felons often did to get away from the shame, to start again.
“It could be good, especially for Mallory, shifting to Mom’s maiden name. I’d be Lenore Dresden. It doesn’t sound too horrible.”
Lenore Sherwood sounded better.
Jesus Christ.
He dumped himself under and came up with mineral water streaming from his hair. What was wrong with him? Shut that down. Lenny didn’t need that. She didn’t need anything he had to give, except sex and someone she could talk to who wasn’t going to judge.
He reached for her, and she came into his arms, both of them groaning on contact. She sucked at his neck, and he floated her into his lap with no idea what he was supposed to do with the sideways slew his brain had taken. This was a weekend, and it had always been clear there was too much more wrong than right between them. A bad guy, good girl, set up where there was no redemption if they stayed together.
He kissed her neck and jaw, slid on the wetness of her skin, found her mouth, and tried to lose himself in her. The swimsuits were flimsy barriers, a good deal of Lenny’s ass was available for his hands, and her suit was cut low over her breasts, her nipples barely covered. The water lapped at her ribs. He kissed across her chest then rolled the suit to expose her breast, covering it with his hand.
“We can’t here,” she said.
“Hmmm.” He pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He shouldn’t be thinking they could, but then, she shouldn’t be rubbing against his cock. He ducked his head and latched onto her nipple, and her moan echoed on the tiles.
“Oh God, that’s good. Maybe we could.” She put her hand to his cock and squeezed, then she had it out of his suit. “I’m virgin in a Jacuzzi.”
Couldn’t have that. “Come slay my alicorn.”
With Lenny astride him, he was able to push past the elastic leg of her suit and inside her. If anyone came in, they had the cover of bubbles and their bodies, and since the door was at the other end of the lap pool, they’d get some warning.
“I don’t even care if we get caught, because I want this.” She tugged his head up so they could kiss, and he thrust till he was seated inside her to the hilt. The pleasure hit was intense. With her natural lubricant washed away, everything was tighter and more urgent.
