She looks up, and I see it in her eyes. She feels it too. This pull between us that’s been building since that morning in my office when we talked about innovation and human progress.
“Donovan—”
I kiss her before she can finish the sentence.
She makes a surprised sound against my mouth, then she’s kissing me back.
I slide back into the water, pulling her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I press her against the pool wall.
“We shouldn’t—” she gasps when I move to her neck.
“Probably not.”
“Your father?—”
“Isn’t here.”
She pulls back enough to look at me. Her pupils are dilated. “What are we doing?”
“What do you want to be doing?”
She stares at me for a long moment. Then she kisses me again, and that’s all the answer I need.
A growl rips out of my chest. I drag her into the deep end until the water hits her shoulders. We break apart only long enough for me to yank the straps of that black one-piece down. Her breasts spill free into the cool air and straight into my hands.I get my mouth on one nipple immediately, sucking hard while water laps at us both. She arches with a sharp moan that echoes off the glass.
“Fuck, Donovan.”
I switch to the other breast, biting gently, tongue flicking until she’s writhing. My hips roll forward on instinct. The hard line of my cock grinds against her through our suits. She feels it and rolls back shamelessly, thighs tightening around my waist.
“Been hard for you all week,” I mutter against her throat. “Every time you walked past me.”
She moans again, rocking harder, the slick drag of wet fabric driving me insane. I pin her to the tiled wall and grind, letting her feel every inch of what she does to me. Water sloshes over the edge with every thrust of my hips.
Her head falls back against the tile, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. I suck another mark into her neck and keep grinding, the friction almost painful now.
I need more.
I lift her clean out of the pool, water cascading off us both, and carry her dripping to the nearest wide lounge chair. I drop her on her back.
Her soaked swimsuit disappears in one violent tug. My trunks hit the floor. I stand over her for a second, letting her look—water streaming down my chest, cock heavy and aching for her.
Then I’m on her.
I spread her thighs wide and drive into her in one brutal thrust.
She cries out, back bowing off the cushion. Tight, hot, fucking perfect. I don’t give her time to adjust. I set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, the chair creaking under us.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growl.
I lean down and take her mouth again, swallowing every moan. One hand pins her wrists above her head. The other grips her hip hard enough to bruise.
“You like this cock?” I demand.
“Yes,” she gasps. “God, yes.”
“Say it louder.”
“I love your cock, Donovan. Don’t stop.”
