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That’s exactly what Scottwas talking about, dummy.
“Well, I’m not going to bethe first,” I joked, taking a hit.
“Good. As long as we’re onthe same page about that.” We made another pass and she pausedbefore inhaling. “But I do want to swim in your pool.”
“Should have brought yoursuit.” I would have loved to see that.
“I don’t need a suit.” Sheexhaled a cloud of smoke. “It’s a private pool. Who’s going to seeme?”
“A security guard?” Therewouldn’t be any security guards up here, and I didn’t allow thecameras to be turned on while I was staying.
She shrugged. “Oh well. I know theowner and he’s not going to kick me out.”
My high began to overtake my horninessand inject some common sense into my screaming brain. “Yeah, but ifI let you get naked up here, then I have to go confess to yourbrother, and the friend code says he gets to punch me in the face.I don’t want to have a black eye in the weddingpictures.”
“Maybe the wedding pictureswill defer the punch,” she suggested. “But if you don’t want me toswim in your pool, I won’t. Like I said, I’ve got the whole oceanout there.”
“Full of sharks.”
“That wouldn’t have aproblem with me being naked.”
“I never said I’d have aproblem with it.”
The silence that fell between us waslike a dare.
One of us had to make somekind of move to steer us in the right direction. Maybe nottherightdirection. More like one of two inevitable directions. Oneended with me walking her back to her villa after a fun, flirtynight that never went any further.
The other…
She took another hit and stood up. Andthen she pulled her top over her head.
I knew it was rude to stare. But herbreasts were perfect. It would be like looking away from astaggering work of art or a breathtaking natural vista. I grippedthe arm of the chair to stop myself from reaching out to touch hercreamy skin, which I could tell would be impossibly soft fromlooking at it.
She reached for the button on hercutoffs and nodded toward the still-burning joint in my hand.“That’s not incense, you know.”
“Sorry.” Why was Iapologizing? I was wasting my own weed. I drew in a big hit andprayed the THC racing to my brain would make me completelydisinterested in sex or anything related to it.
At the very least, I hoped it wouldhelp my raging erection go away.
Then she leaned down and parted herpretty pink lips, craning her head toward the joint in my hand. Ilifted it and she took a long drag, then stepped back and shimmiedher shorts down her hips.
No underwear.
Jesus Christ.
“Come on,” she said,dropping her clothes on the love seat as she walked away. “Or areyou going to go in and get your trunks?”
Was it impolite to tell someone thatyou couldn’t possibly get into a pool with them, naked orotherwise, because your dick would be too obviouslyhard?
That said, she had to know that was thecase. It might have been her intent all along.
My gaze moved from her gorgeous ass upthe curve of her lower back, vividly imagining my hands there,holding her in place as I stroked into her again andagain.
You’re going to fuck yourbest friend’s sister tonight,my brain warned me.Thishas already gone too far. The second your pants comeoff—
She dove into the water and came uplaughing. “You’re lying about the shark thing. You’re too afraid toget into a swimming pool with me, so you’re definitely too afraidto get into an ocean with sharks.”
“Sharks aren’t trying tofuck me,” I blurted.