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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

“Oh fuck, Kai. Right fucking there,” she cries. I didn’t need her to tell me. I know her body inside and out. I know what strokes of my tongue make her cry out. Which move of my fingers makes her eyes roll to the back of her head. Where to stroke her with my dick to make her toes curl. I’ve studied her body and her reactions to me with a fine-tooth comb. I’ve graduated with a PhD in her pleasure and made it my mission to be her best student.

I bring my mouth back to her clit, enjoying the sting of pain from her fisting my hair. I suck on her sensitive nub while my fingers work her. I take note of the telltale signs of her release coming. The clenching of her walls, the slight tremble in her legs, the drop of her jaw. I suck harder and when she comes I soak it up like a starved man and then pull her into a sloppy kiss so that she can taste herself. I lose myself in the kiss but still manage to pull my trunks down enough to free my throbbing dick and slam her down on it. She lets out a throaty moan in my mouth that reverberates through my body, seeping into my bones.

“Good fucking girl. You take me so well.” Her pussy clenches around me and her mouth opens to say something, but the words die on her throat when I angle her so that my strokes hit her deeper. I get her bathing suit top down far enough to expose her peaked nipples and pull one between my teeth. I’m sure to give both breasts equal attention; I wouldn’t want them thinking I had a favorite. Her right breast is slightly bigger than the left and the nipple on her right side is a little more sensitive than the left so I tease and bite that one until I can tell by her eyes that it’s painfully tender and then I soothe the pain with my tongue. I suckle her left nipple and massage it until her eyes roll.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” she groans.

“Let it go.”

And she does, and I follow her moments later. If we weren’t pruning from the water, I could stay here forever.

“Best session ever,” she sighs.

As we close up and head out for the night I send a quick text to Faith.

Me: No one has a session booked in the pool tomorrow right?

Faith: No, why?

Me: Good. We should probably drain it.

Faith: *throw up emoji* if I weren’t so happy for you I’d be disgusted

Me: That’s why you’re my favorite

Faith: Right. You know there’s cameras in the pool area right?

Me: I got that handled