Page 126 of The Strength Of A Woman

“Get out, baby. There’s stuff we need to do inside.”

My center throbs at his words. If that’s the kind of stuff he has in mind, I can’t wait.

But I still want to play with him a little, so I swim a little longer, making sure I keep my distance.

Patiently, he walks around the pool, ensuring I’m doing laps under his eyes, his gun holstered under his arm, the sun shining on his broad shoulders.

Even having this view in front of me, with him following me, concerned that someone else might see me, makes it all worth it.

Eventually, I get tired and have to stop.

The pool isn’t deep enough for me to stand, and without that option, I have to return to the edge.

He stops in front of me, drops the towel next to me, and peers down.

The magnetism of those eyes will follow me into eternity.

His gaze slips to my boobs.

The bottom is underwater, the top on full display.

He gets all that with a playful smile.

“Don’t make me shoot someone today, Leilani,” he says quietly, while I bring my hand to the strings of my bikini.

“No one can see me. Only you,” I argue, tugging at them in a tease. “You can cover me when I walk out. I just want you to see me.”

He purses his lips before casting a glance around the compound. By the time he shifts his eyes back to me, my bottoms float on the water.

I touch myself under his eyes. The water is clear, so he can see everything.

How my fingers pinch a nipple. How my hand moves through my folds and touches my clit.

And then…

How I knead my breasts and stroke my pussy again.

His eyes stay on my hand, once in a while meeting my stare, while mine get drunk on his reaction.

“Okay. Enough,” he says, glancing around again. “Let’s go inside.”

He adjusts himself and picks up the towel before tossing it on me.

It soaks up the water while I smile, amused.

“You wrap it around your body now.”

“What about my bikini?” I say as it floats toward the middle of the pool.

“Forget about it. Let’s go inside.”

He touches his groin again, and I notice his big bulge.

I do my best to wrap the towel around my chest and move slowly toward the pool stairs.

“Make sure it doesn’t fall off,” he warns me as I take the first step up.

He watches me patiently until I finally touch the ground, and then, in one swift move, wraps his arms around me, lifts me up, and drapes me over his shoulder as I protest loudly.