MOLLY
Iwon’t look, I won’t look, I won’t?—
God damn.
Josh strokes through the water, steady and sure. He wanted to do laps, get some exercise in before the weekend of debauchery the wedding party has planned. Within twenty-four hours, they’ve managed to rope in everyone and their stripper. Someone knows someone who knows someone, and now every house on the street will be packed for this insane, combined bachelorette/bachelor party.
Because of course they decided to combine them.
Despite the overwhelming sense of impending chaos, I can’t help but be impressed. The strippers are booked, the caterers will arrive tomorrow morning, a cleaning service is scheduled for the aftermath, and there’s a DJ, massage therapists, a full bar, and even a driver on call to take people wherever they want to go.
Money talks, and power delivers.
Josh finishes his laps, leaning against the far end of the pool. The late afternoon light casts long, golden shadows across the water, and for a moment, the whole scene looks like something out of a magazine.
I stretch on my sunbed, trying to distract myself. We arrived after lunch, and I have no regrets. We swam for an hour, then I camped out here, soaking up the sun while juggling wedding and work tasks.
Josh alternates between scribbling in his notebook and swimming. Now, he pulls himself out of the pool, water streaming down his chest and legs. He shakes his head, sending droplets flying.
This is pure pool porn.
Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy, Jason Momoa’s Aquaman, or any Hemsworth brother couldn’t turn me on more than this man does in this moment. His tanned skin gleams in the light, muscles flexing with every movement. His full mouth, his toned torso, his broad shoulders…
I won’t fuck Josh, I won’t fuck Josh, I won’t?—
“You better stop looking at me like that,” he says, his voice low and teasing. He grabs a towel and runs it over his chest, but his eyes never leave mine.
I know he sees everything—the desire blazing in my eyes, the flush creeping up my cheeks, the way my breath hitches. My breasts grow heavy and sensitive, thighs clenching as heat pools low in my core.
“Or what?” I challenge, my voice coming out softer than I intend.
Josh tosses the towel aside and stalks toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. My pulse quickens with every step.
He drops down, his hands bracing on either side of me, just inches above my sunbed. Water drips from his hair onto my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Or I’ll fuck you out here where anyone could see,” he growls, his lips quirking into a wicked smile. “And I wouldn’tstop if someone interrupted. They’d quickly learn that you’re mine.”
I shouldn’t react the way I do. I shouldn’t feel this rush of heat, this overwhelming need. I shouldn’t get wetter, shouldn’t feel my pussy throb at his possessive words.
But I do.
Fuck.
He presses his hips against mine, grinding just enough to make me gasp. His cock is hard, thick and insistent even through the fabric of his swim shorts.
“That turned you on, didn’t it?” His voice drops lower, rough and full of heat.
I nod, unable to form words.
Josh groans, his forehead dropping briefly to mine. “Ahlemna,you’re dangerous.”
Laughter bubbles up inside me, spilling free. “How?”
He pulls back, standing and taking a step away as if he needs the distance to keep himself in check. “Far too tempting,” he mutters, shaking his head. Then he holds out a hand to me, his lips curving into a soft smile.
“Come,oeh’ sahoehuke,” he says, his tone lighter now. “Let’s order pizza and find those tapes.”
“God bless Ma. She never throws anything away,” Josh says, opening a box and blowing a layer of dust off the top tape.
