“You can’t just order me around and tell me that I’m going with you to some charity event as your plus-one.” I splash water at him.
He instantly pulls me close and turns us so I'm trapped between the edge of the pool and his body, his hands landing on each side of me, creating a wall.
“Oh, I can. While you’re staying here, I need you to be on my team. We both have a lot at stake, and the more clues we leave, then the better it looks just in case the world sees how you scream my name.” His tone has a sort of dominance that is irritatingly sexy.
I give him a pointed look. “And where are we with that? Any updates? I feel like this should be progressing so my ticket out of here is sooner rather than later.”
He growls in annoyance. “No news, and I said I would tell you when there is something to tell.”
“Why can’t you just be a gentleman? You know, actually ask a woman if she would like to accompany your big ego to an evening for charity? I mean, wouldn’t you want Hadley to only ever beaskedby a man, so she knows she has a choice?”
Spencer hums a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bring her into this, and fine, I’m sure I’ll make it up to you.”
“How the hell do you plan on doing that?”
His eyes linger down to my tits and then back up to my mouth. “Not tonight.”
Disappointment floods inside of me, because for a second, I felt a need for what my imagination was playing in my head.
“Since this is my pool, I guess you should follow my swimming rules.”
I scoff a sound. “Oh geez, what rule did I forget this time?”
His fingers are quick to land on the knot of my bikini top on my back where he tugs slightly and then stops. “Women whom I fuck only swim naked in this pool.”
He pulls a little more.
I lean in to let our breaths mingle, an ache forming between my legs, but I want to have the upper hand. My lips barely trace his jawline.
“A shame that you onlyfuckedme, past tense. Loophole of your rule,” I whisper.
A devilish smirk forms on his mouth.
Tug.
My top falls loose and my nipples appear.
He hisses a sound. “Oh no,” he says, feigning regret. “Accidents do happen.”
I own this moment, and with purpose grab hold of the bikini top that is about to float away and throw it behind me onto the deck of the pool.
He moves closer, my clit beating against the movement of water for any relief that I can get.
“Do you know what I hate to admit?” He tips his head to the side, his breath hitting my neck.
“That you’re a headache to the female population?” I breathe out, but it’s shaky.
His fingertips trace the curve of my breast, and I feel my body shudder from his touch.
“I like when you're feisty, completely unreasonable, and a pain to have a normal conversation with.”
“Who the hell enjoys that?” I wonder as my body molds into him.
He pinches my nipple. “The guy who has every intention of fucking you into compliance.”
Spencer grips my hips and hoists my body up, my legs naturally floating to wrap around his waist where I feel his hard cock.
I bite my bottom lip because my hand weaves through his hair to guide his head down where he takes a nipple into his mouth, and I moan in approval.
