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The bottoms pulled aside, exposing her puffy slit to the barbaric force of the water. But she didn’t protest. Her body shivered, shook, and arched against me in perfect pleasure. Her nails dug into the pool’s wall, but she didn’t move.

Just the opposite.

Her hips bucked.

Fuck yes.

She slammed against my hardness. I pushed, capturing her against the wall, shoving her into the jet, and grinding to hear her whimper.

I wanted to haul her out of the pool and shove her on her knees. Sink my cock inside that waiting slit and fuck her until she begged for more, forgave my indiscretions, and promised to ride me every goddamned night until I had to deploy.

She beat me to it.

Her orgasm nearly wrenched her body in half. She arched against me, and I’d have sunk to the bottom of the pool with her if I hadn’t caught her in my arms.

Fucking beautiful, everything about her.

Mocha skin, full, pouted lips, the ebony curls that clung to her body as the water eagerly lapped at her panting chest.

Her pleasure would boil the pool.

But I felt her get hotter before. Inside. Deep. Right where my cock ached to bury.

God damn, this woman was perfect. She knew how to writhe, how to tremble, how to come hard enough to rock through me with just a touch.

But now she struggled against the jet that trapped her body in sensitivity. I hated to let her go, but, at least she knew where she could get more.

So much more.

I’d worship the fucking ground she walked on. Kiss her toes, lick her skin, devour her pussy, suckle her nipples, nip her throat, and claim her lips with every passion I could offer.

If she’d let me.

If she’d stop hating me for just a minute, just enough time to prove I wasn’t the jerk she thought I was.

I wasn’t a pervert who wanted to sex his sister. I was a red-hot, testosterone-fueled man who fell too fucking hard for a beautiful face and harder for the frustrating woman who hid her passion, her happiness, and her fears behind a forced responsibility and layer of guilt. It wouldn’t bring her father back or fix whatever relationship they had. It made her hate herself and the fortune that she inherited.

I had to show her it was okay to be vulnerable.

Even if I couldn’t be.

But Shay moved before I could, squirming from my hold. She groaned—and not a good sound. I helped her to sit on the side of the pool. She tried to rise to her feet, but she stumbled as her strength still paddled in the water with me.

Shay was the type who needed to lay for a while, post-bliss, to recover. She was probably the only woman I had ever let cuddle me.

And I’d be the last. Next time it happened, she’d suffocate me with a pillow.

“Completely. Inappropriate.”

She scolded me, but she panted, satisfied, out of breath and ragged with pleasure. Usually how I preferred my women.

“It’s just a swimming lesson.” I grinned. “You did very well for your first attempt.”

“Don’t.”

“Wait until I show you my favorite stroke.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“That’s what I hear.”

She seized her towel and wrapped it over her curves. Not that it mattered, I still felt the heat where she bucked against my chest.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “You didn’t even let me show you how long I can hold my breath under water!”

Shay grabbed her things with trembling fingers, though her body swayed and shifted now, more relaxed. I’d get that stick out of her ass yet—and replace it with something better.

“I think we’ve had enough poolside fun for one day.” Shay swallowed. “Probably a lifetime.”

“You don’t mean that.”

She brushed her hair behind her ear, but her smile hadn’t returned. “Yes. I do. I’m sorry, Zach, I never should have let you…we can’t. Okay? You’re my step-brother. I don’t trust you here, I don’t trust you with the inheritance, I don’t trust that you won’t run around and find some other mermaid to…teach to swim.”

“Give me a chance.”

“Let’s do ourselves a favor and forget everything ever happened,” she said. “Save us the heartache, okay?”

She didn’t let me answer, and I didn’t know how to fight to get her back.

My stomach dropped.

Here I was, pissing with her, craving a chance to fool around, having some fun, and sneak beneath her sheets.

She thought it was something more?

Save us the heartache?

She hurried in the house.

I hadn’t moved. Couldn’t, not when she dumped the entirety of the pool over my head and froze it.

Was she falling for me?

I grinned, watching as she slammed the door the patio behind her.

She could hide from it all she wanted, but one thing was clear. Shay wanted me more than she let on.