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I can feel the muscles in my stomach beginning to tighten. My orgasm not far away.

“I’m close,” I tell him. “Just keep doing that…right there.”

His hand squeezes my ass, slightly tilting it, causing his cock to drag along my clit, and I go off like a rocket.

“Fuck,” he grunts, eyes closed, his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re making me come, babe…”

His cock jerks inside me as he starts coming.

We’re both panting, our breaths mingling. My body humming from the orgasm.

“So, that was a first,” he murmurs.

“What?”

“Sex in a pool.”

“You’ve never done it in a pool before?”

He pulls back, and narrowed eyes stare into mine. His jaw tight. “No. Have you?”

“No. But you should see the look on your face right now.”

“That was mean.” He pokes me in my side, making me squirm and laugh.

“We should probably get out of here,” I say.

“Yeah,” he agrees. “Don’t want to push our luck any more than we already have.”

I pause, my brow rising. “I thought you said no one used the pool during the day.”

A slow grin slides across his face.

“You asshole!” I shove at his chest. “Someone could have caught us!”

“But they didn’t. And, even if they had, it would’ve been worth it.”

“Yeah,” I sigh, agreeing with him. Because pool sex with him is hot as hell.

He kisses me one last time and then pulls out of me. “Although I should probably let building maintenance know that the pool needs cleaning,” he says as he hoists himself out of the pool, sitting on the side.

It takes me a second to realize what he means, and then I stare down, realizing that his cum will be leaking out of my body and into the water.

“Shit,” I groan. “Just don’t tell them why it needs cleaning.”

“Wasn’t gonna.” He gets to his feet. “I was just going to tell them that my girlfriend had an accident in the pool.” He grins and then saunters over to grab his towel.

I can’t even bring myself to yell at him because he just called me his girlfriend.

His girlfriend.

That’s the first time since we started dating that he’s ever referred to me as that.

And I now have the biggest, goofiest grin on my face ever.

I hoist myself out of the pool. My top is dripping wet, so I pull it off over my head and squeeze the excess water out of it. I retrieve my wet skirt and shoes from the floor.

Ares walks over with a towel and wraps it around my body, securing it with a tuck at my bust. Then, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Ready?” he asks.