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“You reckon?”

“Yes, stop being a tease, you’ve been swimming up and down my damn pool for twenty minutes.” He dropped his newspaper onto the tiled floor and frowned.

I threw him a flirty smile. “I told you, I’m doing a work-out. Living here with you, all this fancy food in fancy restaurants, I need to keep trim.”

“You’re completely perfect, as you well know. But if you want to exercise I know a much better way for you to burn calories.”

“Mmm, I just bet you do.” I reached the side, rested my forearms on the cool edge and caught my breath.

“I mean it,” he said, shifting his hips “Get out now or I’m coming in to get you.”

“Say please,”

“Please.” He folded his arms.

“Say pretty please.”

His voice dropped to a low growl. “Pretty please.”

I was warm from exercising but still a delicious heated tingle spread through me. He had that look in his eyes. The one I’d been anticipating since I pulled out the white bikini and said I was going for a swim. It was only a matter of time until he got all caveman and impatient. I could hardly wait.

“Okay,” I said, moving to the steps. “Since you asked so nicely.”

As the water fell away from my shoulders, breasts, hips and finally knees, I studied Lewis’ face.

His jaw was slack, his lips parted. He didn’t blink until I stood right in front of him.

“I can’t fucking believe my players saw you wearing that obscene scrap of material.” His gaze traveled from my toes to my breasts and he swept his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Is it so bad?”

“It’s fucking sinful.” He stood and stepped up to me. “And it makes me want to do this.” He cupped my breast, taking the weight of the under curve and resting it in his hand.

I leaned into him and tipped my head back for his kiss. His skin was dry compared to my dripping state and I pressed up against his body, delighting in the shiver that ran through him and the feel of his erection prodding my stomach.

Pulling back, he placed his hands on my shoulders. “Suck my dick, Nicky. I’m so hard for you.” He didn’t wait for an answer, just applied pressure until I folded my knees. I wasn’t about to object. Sucking Lewis’ cock had become one of my favorite past-times.

I tugged him from his trunks, caught his hot, thick shaft in my hand and peeked up at him through drip-heavy lashes.

He was watching me with narrowed eyes. A sheen of sweat had appeared on his brow.

With the tip of my tongue I circled his glans, not taking my gaze from his.

“Oh, fucking hell, you have no idea what seeing you do that does to me.” He fastened his palms over my ears and held my head still. “Take me in, all of me.”

Stretching my mouth wide, I let him sink to the very back of my throat. Loving his dark, salty flavor.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, withdrawing then riding in again. “You do it just right.”

I tugged his trunks further down and scooped up his balls. Rolled them in my palm just the way I knew he liked.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” he said, suddenly stepping away. “I need you with me for this.”

My mouth was empty, my body buzzing. I’d just been getting into my stride. But I didn’t have time to protest. Next thing I knew I was on my hands and knees on the lounger, staring at the cream cushion and gripping the wooden sides.

“You ready for it?” he asked, peeling the bikini bottoms off me then chucking them to the floor.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

“Good, ’cause you’re gonna get it.” His cock was at my entrance, probing through my folds.

I scrabbled to reach and touch him. I wanted to feel his shaft pushing into me.

“Ah, baby.” He leaned right over me, caught my breasts and nipped at my ear. “Say you’re mine.” He pulled me into his back, half holding me up.

“I’m yours, only yours,” I said, then held my breath as he rode into me, slowly but surely. My pussy opened up for him and my entrance stretched taut as the thick width of his girth prised it wide.

Finally his balls pressed up against my labia and my knuckles. Again I reached for them. Stroked the soft sacs and toyed with the globes within.

He was utterly still above me. Just his breaths loud in my ear. As though he was relishing my touch and being so deep. “You think you might get bored of me wanting to fuck you all the time? Wanting to be with you all the time?” he asked.

“No, never.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

He pulled out, eased back in.

My locked arm shook beneath me. It was hard to balance when sensations threatened to absorb all of my concentration.

“Then let’s make it official,” he said, tightening his grip.

I twisted to half face him. “What do you mean?”

He paused, withdrew and flipped me onto my back. Dropped over me with his cock between my legs.

“What do you mean?” I asked, pushing hair from his temples.

His eyes flashed over me, his forehead creased and his cheeks flushed. “Nicky,” he said as he eased into my pussy. He didn’t stop until the root of his shaft was seated at my entrance and his weight crushed my clit.

I struggled to stop my eyeballs rolling back in my head. Oh, the way he caught my most sensitive spots when he did that.

“You should marry me,” he said, stroking my bottom lip with his tongue.

I held his head in my hands, looked up at him. “Lewis Tate, are you asking me to marry you as you’re fucking me?”

He kind of grinned. “I think I am.”

He shunted his hips and I couldn’t suppress a moan of pleasure.

“At least it proves I’m not asking you to get my wicked way with you. I have already got that.”

“Not exactly a proposal we can share with the world, though.” I could just see the damn press release.

“I don’t want to share you,” he said. “That’s the point. I want you to be mine, for all of time. Let the world know that we’re linked souls, spending our lives together. No one else needs to know anything about our relationship.”

Our gaze connected and I was struck by how utterly perfect the moment was. Just me and Lewis and our love and passion for each other. It was like we were in our tower again. Nothing and no one else existed. Of course, we always had to go back to the real world. We both had jobs to do. But in his arms I had found my contentment, my safe place to fall. My life as a woman, a lover, a friend, and now, it seemed a wife was here, with him. There was nowhere else I wanted to be.

“Yes,” I said, stroking his chin and touching his dented line of flesh. “I will marry you. I love you so much and I always will.”