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I loved that, the vagaries of her.

She saw the fiendish light in my eyes, let out an annoyed grunt and stormed from the room.

I got off on riling her.

It was kind of cute.

No, it was flat-out cute.

In fact, it was disgusting. We were halfway to married.

I was out and swimming within five minutes. It took her thirty, and she came out in that infamous black bikini.

She came and sat at the edge of the pool, small laptop in hand.

“Go put that away,” I told her.

“You wanted me to take notes.”

“I want you to swim a few laps with me first. It’s good exercise.”

She glared at me, but she took the laptop inside.

I was there to meet her when she stepped into the pool.

She paused.

I grinned, and she looked at me like I was a shark in the water.

When she was in, the water up to her hips, I moved close and straightened to tower over her. I circled her waist with my hands.

“You’re a tiny little thing.”

“I’m a normal sized woman,” she told me, staring up at me boldly. “You’re the one who’s huge.”

I couldn’t help it. I smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

She blushed and looked away.

I was so hard my teeth were aching.

The things knocking around inside of me were too powerful to be compared to anything I could remotely remember. I felt primitive. Ungovernable.

It was an effort to be halfway sane, let alone articulate, but I tried to shoot my shot again.

“I don’t blame you for thinking I’m a bad candidate to be your first,” I told her softly. “And that’s fine. I don’t need to fuck you. And yes, you’re a virgin, but there are all kinds of virgins.” My voice was soft as air and dark as night. “Just turn off that devious brain for a few hours. Let me introduce some mindless pleasure into your life.” I was whispering into her ear by the end, and when I finished, I bit her lobe oh so softly.

She snorted.

Snorted!

“Knock it off, Turner,” she said lightly. “Your flair for the ridiculous is kicking up again.”

I blinked, pulling back. “Aren’t you even curious about it?” I asked.

“About your flair for the ridiculous? Not particularly. Not today. Maybe hit me up tomorrow.”

“Not that. I mean, aren’t you curious about sex? Kissing. Touching. Getting off. Any of it. I’ve got a bit of everything,” I paused. “Well, a lot of everything actually.”