Apollo’s forehead also gleams with sweat. “Good idea. My tulip has thebestfucking ideas. She’s a genius. Did you all know that?” Grabbing me, he kisses the top of my head. It feels like a shower of honeyed warmth.
Aiden laughs. And the sound carries through the room like bells ringing.
“Did you all dose before you got here?”
“Dose?” I ask, voice so far away.
Apollo slowly sways with me in his arms. I think I’m in heaven. I really am. I must have died, because this motion? It feels so good; I don’t want to lose it. I can’t lose it. If I just don’t breathe, I could stay here.
“You look like you’re high on Molly.”
Apollo and I meet eyes. His pupils are as big as black holes.
“Champagne!” I yell.
At the same time, he grits out, “Landon!”
Aiden continues chuckling, and Ashlyn joins in. He opens the door, body shaking with laughter, and ushers usout into the hall. “Come on, you two. We’ll babysit you in the pool. Try not to do anythingstupid.”
“I’ve never had drugs in my life. Other than…” I drop my voice to a whisper and rise up on my tiptoes to tell Apollo, “That joint. That one. Never anything else. Tell the police I never tried anything other than that.”
He nods. “Same, girl. Just weed for me. What do we do?” His hands roll through his hair repeatedly, tugging on the ends. “What do we do?!” he repeats, a look of terror on his face.
Aiden shakes his head and points toward some locker rooms at the back of the manor. “You get naked. Put your shit in a locker. And get in the pool. Hopefully, you get your target alone. And can still aim right.”
Apollo swallows. His lips find my ear, and in a panic, he whispers, “Do we leave? Should we leave? We can’t leave. We’re supposed to murder someone tonight.”
I grab his hand. “Focus, stallion. Get undressed. Meet me in the pool.”
It takes years. Eons of time. And stopping to drink gallons of water straight from the bathroom sink, but I manage to strip off my clothes. It feelsso much betterto not have the constraints of the world trapping my body. I need to beinthe water, though, so I can truly be free.
The pool. It’s like something fromThe Great Gatsby.Art deco in style. Fountains. A low diving board.
Andtonsof naked bodies.
Fucking. Flopping. Dancing. Swimming.
Moans and gasps for air fill the space and bounce around until it’s like chamber music. Holy andright.
The moment the water kisses my skin, something insideme dissolves. The world loosens its grip on me. Like I’m slipping out of myself and into something softer. Safer.
Endless.
Especially as I sense my husband’s hands surrounding my naked figure. His thick cock presses into my back as he lifts me up, spins me around, and places me on his waist.
My hands find him without thinking, tracing the lines of his chest like I need proof he hasn’t disappeared.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, and the words don’t just land in my ears, they settle into my soul.
We wade in deeper. And deeper.
I’ve never seen a more handsome face before. My fingers keep exploring every inch. It must feel good because his dimples appear. Just for me.
People bump into us, or we swim into them, and it’s like a collision of euphoria. Every touch sends rockets of pleasure down my nerve endings.
“We’ll be okay in a few hours. We need to remember to drink water.” I breathe in and out deeply. “And remember to breathe, my stallion. Don’t snort.”
He nods. “So fucking smart. You’re just gorgeous, too. I have to be inside you.”
