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Chapters (43)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Playlist
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. Chapter One
  9. Chapter Two
  10. Chapter Three
  11. Chapter Four
  12. Chapter Five
  13. Chapter Six
  14. Chapter Seven
  15. Chapter Eight
  16. Chapter Nine
  17. Chapter Ten
  18. Part Two
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Epilogue
  41. Epilogue Two
  42. Also by Natasha Bishop
  43. About the Author

At one point I lift her out of the pool to sit on the edge so she can fix her hair and take a moment to rest. The sunlight peeks through the windows, illuminating her body, and I’m stunned by how goddess-like she looks. She catches me staring and because she can’t help but taunt me, she leans back on her palms, pushing her breasts out farther.

“Break’s over. Back in the pool, Olivia.”

“Yes, sir.” A low growl escapes my chest. As I help her settle back into the water, I wrap my arm around her waist and carry her a little deeper until the water comes up to her chest. I place her down against the wall.

“Stand up straight, legs shoulder width apart.” She complies immediately which only makes me harder.

I step closer to her until our bodies connect and my dick stands against her stomach. Her breath hitches at the contact. “Now what?”

I step a little to the side so that I’m standing on either side of her unaffected leg, making sure I’m not in the way of her injured leg. “You’re going to slowly raise this leg to your waist.” I trail my hand up her leg to rest on her waist.

“Fuck,” she breathes. “Do you get this close to all your clients?”

“No, just you.”

Her face heats. “Good answer.”

“Do as I say, Olivia. I want ten of them.”

She licks her lips and without taking her eyes off me, she slowly lifts her leg. Her leg brushes against my side on the way up and back down. I watch the heavy rise and fall of her chest and the tremble in her arms through each lift. My fingers rub soft circles into her opposite hip throughout the entire exercise. On her tenth rep, I catch her leg while it’s still at her waist. “How did that feel?”

“G-good.”

“Good. Pain level?”

“Low.”

“Good. And how does this feel?” I press the heel of my hand against her clit and she gasps.

“Better. So much better.”

She hooks her leg around my waist, and I reach around to grab her ass while my other hand continues rubbing circles against her clit. When she starts whimpering, I press my lips to hers. I trace my tongue along her bottom lip until she grants me entrance. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and bites my bottom lip once her release hits her. It’s not enough. I need more of her, all of her. I lift her to the edge of the pool and pull the bottom of her swimsuit to the side, burying my face between the apex of her thighs.