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The sun radiated heat all over my body as I lay across the lounge chair next to the pool.

The skies were clear and the weather was hot—the perfect day for swimming.

I'd worn my tiniest string bikini, a pink two-piece that was way too small for me.

My tits bulged out, the small triangles of fabric barely keeping them covered.

The bottoms weren't supposed to be a thong, but with how they fit on me, they looked like it.

A ding rang out, and I reached over to pick up my phone, my eyes darting briefly to the house.

No one was home except me. Mr. Miller had a meeting, and Jack had to stop by his work to settle a few things.

He'd promised to take the day off to go swimming with me, so I expected him to be back soon.

Until I checked my phone and opened the unread text messages from him. My heart sank.

Jack: Boss needs my help with a project. Might be a while.

Jack: I understand if you don't want to wait up for me. Love you.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. Of course. Leave it to him to flake when I'm wearing my sexiest bikini.

My heart dropped a little more at the thought of changing out of it, so I decided to go for a quick dip by myself.

I could get some swimming in, then shower and change before Mr. Miller got home.

I'd be mortified if he saw me in this bikini.

I typed out a simple response to Jack before setting my phone down and standing up.

Sunlight reflected off the clear turquoise water, and I slipped in, my skin tickling from the cold.

Any distress I'd been feeling melted away as I swam.

I flipped on my back and floated for a while, breathing deeply while the sunlight danced across my closed eyelids.

My thoughts wandered to my upcoming wedding.

Jack assured me it was only weeks away, and we'd already done all the planning.

And yet, as the days passed, my excitement dwindled.

His dad had a lot to do with that, obviously.

I couldn't imagine being married to Jack and looking his dad in the eye again.

I also couldn't imagine not wanting to fuck him.

Arousal spread through my body, and I shifted in the water.

Fuck. What was it about swimming that made me so horny?

My mind raced with images of us at the wedding.

Mr. Miller taking me into the bathroom while Jack isn't paying attention, bending me over the sink, yanking up my wedding dress, shoving his hard cock in my pussy and pumping in and out of me as he forces me to admit that I'll always be willing to spread my legs for him. ..

The sound of a door closing snapped me out of my thoughts, and I opened my eyes to see Mr. Miller walking from the house toward the pool.

He held a small glass of whiskey, his eyes on my floating body.

Warmth crept across my cheeks when his gaze latched onto my barely-covered tits bobbing in and out of the water.

He took another drink from his glass, swallowing hard.

"Oh, sorry." I flipped over, my feet finding the bottom of the pool. "I thought you were at a meeting."

He gulped his drink again. "It ended early. And don't apologize. You're allowed to use the pool."

Mr. Miller sat on a nearby lounge chair, sipping his whiskey, his eyes watching the water ripple around me. He didn't say anything else. I continued swimming, traveling through the cool water with ease. His eyes stayed glued to me the entire time, but he didn't speak again until I stopped.

"Where's Jack?" Mr. Miller asked, his gaze filled with unwavering heat. "I thought he took the day off."

My lips curved into a small frown as I swam to the edge of the pool and pulled myself out.

Water cascaded down my tan skin and curves, my hands reaching up to squeeze out my long hair.

Mr. Miller let out a low groan, almost inaudible.

I glanced over to see him licking his lips and shifting on the lounge chair.

I held back a smirk and walked over to grab my towel, wrapping it around myself before responding to his question. "He had to stop by his work and ended up having to stay, I guess. I was already out here and ready, so I just swam by myself."

He took another gulp of his whiskey, his eyes roaming over my towel as if he could see through it. "That's too bad. He's missing out."

I couldn't help but laugh. "It's nothing new. This is what he does."

His gaze wandered up to my face, and something gentle flashed in his eyes. "Did he at least keep his promise on our family night? You told me he wanted to spend all night in bed with you."

The softness in his eyes briefly sparked into anger, but he tried to hold it back.

My heart skipped a beat. Even a glimmer of jealousy from him was enough to make me want to drop my towel.

Heat warmed my body as images of him fucking me into the couch on family night popped into my brain.

The feeling of his strong hands holding my wrists, his hot, wet mouth sucking my nipples.

.. his rock-hard cock plowing into my pussy.

I'd never forget him fucking my tight hole with his thick tongue while his son and ex-wife stood in the next room.

Damn. As wrong as it was—I loved being his unhealthy addiction.

"I wouldn't tell you if he did," I teased, sitting on the empty lounge chair next to him. "What happens between a soon-to-be husband and wife should be kept private."

Mr. Miller's jaw clenched, which I hadn't ever seen before. He rarely got bothered by anything, and his discomfort with my answer made my heart flutter. I decided to play with him some more.

"What do you want to know? If we fucked?" I leaned back on my hands, smirking at him. "What if I told you we did?"

Flames rose in his eyes, and his grip tightened around his glass. "I'd say you're a witch for making me want to murder my own son."

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. He stared at me like he wanted to rip my towel off and hold me down on the lounge chair while claiming my body with his hands, mouth, and cock.

I imagined him ripping my towel off the same way he did in the bathroom that first time, then reaching forward to tear away my bikini top.

He'd watch my tits bounce free, becoming so hypnotized that he'd have to suck them, slipping the rest of my wet bikini down my legs. ..

I cleared my throat, coming back to reality. "We didn't do anything. I fell asleep early, and he didn't mind because he was tired too. I guess your little stunt with the gas tank worked."

His eyes softened again, and a satisfied smirk crossed his face. "Good to hear." He raised his glass to his lips, taking another sip from his drink. "I think my son's selfishness calls for another round of whiskey. You want some?"

He stood up and walked over to the mini fridge he kept near his barbecue pit, pulling out a cold bottle of whiskey.

Then he reached into a cupboard and took out an extra glass.

My eyes followed his every move, drinking in his strong arms and dexterous fingers.

When he turned around to come back, I quickly averted my gaze.

"How do you know I'm old enough to drink?" I joked, adjusting my towel tighter around me.

Mr. Miller barked with laughter. "I've talked to you enough times to know you're over twenty-one, Mya. There's no way someone as intelligent and well-rounded as you could be too young to drink."

My cheeks warmed at his words. I couldn't think of anything to say in response, so I stayed quiet and let him pour me a generous amount of whiskey.

"You're fine with whiskey, right?" He leaned over to hand me the glass, eyes drifting down to my cleavage bulging out of my towel. "Or would you like something... sweeter?"

I held his gaze as I wrapped my hand around the glass, my fingers brushing against his. "I can handle whiskey. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He refilled his own glass and then sat down across from me again. "You're a really good swimmer, by the way."

A smile fought at my lips. "You think so?" I took a sip from my drink, warmth spilling down into my stomach.

"I know so," he said, his voice deep and husky.

A shiver rolled up my spine. "I was watching you the whole time, even before you got in.

" He brought his glass to his lips, keeping his eyes on mine.

"You move gracefully in the water. The way it clings to your gorgeous skin is insanity.

And that tiny pink bikini you're wearing makes me want to devour every inch of you. "

Heat spread across my face, and I took a few more gulps of whiskey, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. "Thank you."

Silence fell between us. I downed the rest of my drink while his gaze blatantly roamed my exposed neck, cleavage, legs, and any other piece of me he could get his eyes on. The whiskey did nothing to extinguish the agonizing fire in my core. If anything, it fanned the flames.

I set my empty glass down and stood up, letting my towel drop onto my lounge chair. Mr. Miller's mouth hung open as he took in my bikini-clad body, close enough now that he could reach out and touch me.

"Do you like swimming?" I asked him, stretching my arms out into the air.

"God, yes," he responded, practically twitching in his seat. He finished the rest of his drink and adjusted himself as he watched me stretch. My bathing suit top slid up my tits, revealing a peek of my areolas.

"Want to join me?"

His cock strained against his pants, creating a noticeable bulge. "I'd love to." He set his glass down, then added, "You should probably put on some sunscreen first."

"You're right." I reached for my sunscreen, but Mr. Miller grabbed it before me.

"I'll help you," he said, his eyes dark and full of need.

His tone left no room for objection, but I wouldn't have objected anyway. I lay on my stomach across the lounge chair, smirking at the sound of his sharp inhale. He got on his knees next to me, squirting sunscreen onto his hand. "You have a beautiful back and ass."

Strong hands gripped my shoulders before I could respond. My eyes fluttered closed while he rubbed the sunscreen in, then made his way across my upper back. His touch pressed firmly against my skin, but his fingers worked in slow, gentle movements.

"You like that?" he asked, making his way down my back.

"Mmm... yes. So much."

"Good," he said with a deep growl.

He took his time on the backs of my legs, rubbing and kneading the sunscreen into my soft skin.

As his hands traveled up my thighs, his touch grew more eager and possessive.

He was close enough that his hot breath tickled my skin, but when his hands gripped my ass with the force of a fucking coconut crab, I yelped and nearly jumped out of the lounge chair.

"Shhh," he whispered, but his grip didn't weaken. I moaned weakly as he pressed two wet kisses on my ass cheeks. Then he licked them, sucking chunks of my flesh into his mouth. "Mmm..."

"Mr. Miller..." I whimpered in a pleading voice, my mind too cloudy to know what I was pleading for.

"Just making sure I rub the sunscreen in correctly.

" He pulled my ass cheeks apart and then let them fall back together.

A groan left his lips, and he did it again, and again, and again.

Each time, my body jolted with pleasure.

I pushed my ass up higher, bumping him in his face.

He growled and caught the bottom of my right cheek with his teeth, nibbling on it like a chew toy.

"Fuck..." I groaned, gasping when he spread my cheeks again and ran his tongue along the length of my exposed valley. My back arched, and he used the opportunity to seize my hips and flip me over.

"Damn, your tits, Mya..." He stared down at my breasts, which slipped out of their confines during all my squirming. My large, hard nipples were on full display, and his hands wasted no time capturing them. He twisted and flicked them, biting his lip at my responsive moans.

"These tits are so bouncy and sensitive..." Mr. Miller smacked them softly, watching them jiggle. "We can't have them getting sunburnt either, can we?" He squirted more sunscreen on his palm, then used his free hand to move my bikini top up to my neck, revealing me completely.

I let out a whimpered moan the moment his calloused hands made contact with my bare breasts.

He massaged the sunscreen into my supple flesh, the wet sounds of the cream on my skin adding to our arousal.

His breathing quickened, his hands massaging me with more force while his thumbs brushed against my nipples.

My back arched again, pushing my tits further into his grip.

He cupped them and squeezed greedily, grunting at how they swelled out of his large hands.

His deep, feral grunts sent more waves of pleasure through me. I pressed my legs together, moaning as he continued fondling my breasts without restraint. After a few more rough squeezes, he pulled away and adjusted my top to its proper position.

"Get in the pool," Mr. Miller commanded, gaze drilling into me in a way that made me stand up immediately.

He stood up too, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off to reveal his broad chest and muscular arms. "I'm giving you a head start.

Once I catch you, you're mine. Don't say I didn't warn you. "