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Twin spots of color flood Ella’s cheeks, and she looks down at her phone.

“What’s wrong?”I ask.“You know I wasn’t worried about it, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”She takes a deep breath.“Don’t mind me—I just had a day.Hey, how’d it go with the detectives?”

A day?This is news to me.She’d sent the smiling, happy photo with her security guards, last I’d checked.

I’m tempted to tell her all about my chat with Baldwin, but Ella can’t evade my concern that easily.“Little girl, what happened today?You seem upset.”

“Just…ran into my brother,” she grumbles.

Ah.Now her mood is starting to make sense.

“Do you want to talk about it?”I ask.

A shrug.A sigh.An uncertain shake of her head.

“Sweetheart,” I say, “I’m here to listen.Not just to good news, but to bad news, too.And if you’re grouchy, well, I wouldvery muchlike to cheer you up.”

“I don’t want to be cheered up.”She scowls at her phone again.

“Okay,” I say in a light voice.“I’ll go do my own thing.”

Her jaw drops as I walk past her toward the balcony.I unbutton my shirt as I go.Outside, the sun has disappeared over the western horizon and the sky is a dusky, navy blue.I shrug out of my shirt and reach for the button of my pants.

Ella comes to the balcony door, her feet bare.She’s wearing sweats and one of my white t-shirts.“What are you doing?”

“Going for a swim.”

“…Naked?”

“Naked,” I say with a nod.

She makes ahmphsound and spins on her heel, going back into the living room.Grinning, I peel off my shirt, pants, boxer briefs, and socks.Then I dive into the pool.

The water is refreshing and cool, but not too cold.I propel myself to the far end before turning around to see what Ella’s doing.

Sure enough, she’s watching.She wants to cheer up, but she’s in a mood.If I give her time, she’ll come out on her own.Or I could order her to…but I like tempting her too much.

With that thought in mind, I swim over to the steps at the shallow corner and sit on the edge of the pool.There, I take my cock in my hand and give it a brief squeeze.I know my baby girl is watching, but I don’t look her way—I just lean back, let my eyes fall shut, and pleasure myself.

It doesn’t take long before footsteps sound on the balcony, walking around the pool.I slit my eyes open partway and see Ella swallow as she watches me.

She catches sight of my open eyes and frowns.

“What are you doing?”she demands.“It’s not dark yet.Aren’t you worried someone’s going to see you?”

The wall around the balcony is high enough that no, I’m not worried about it.Also, it’s now the darker side of twilight.Giving her a wicked smile, I continue stroking.

“You can see me,” I say, “and that’s all I care about right now.”

She folds her arms across her chest and shifts from foot to foot.

“I sure would love to be pounding into your tight, willing cunt,” I tell her.“Or watching you choke as you eagerly try to deep-throat me.What I really want to do is tongue you until you scream with pleasure.”

“You’re not being very nice,” she says.

“No?Could’ve fooled me.You’re blushing and squirming and I bet your pussy is sopping wet, eager for me.”