Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
By the time I stopped at the edge of the pool, the muscles in my stomach threatened to seize and take me under. Good. I wanted that pain. I wanted to punish myself like Pavlov’s dog.
Think of Chloe? Shock of pain.
Imagine her naked? Kick in the groin.
Get hard at the thought of her on her knees? Baseball bat to the knees.
I hung my arms over the tile lining the pool, struggling to catch my breath and staring at the pattern on that tile until my eyes lost focus. I was ready to go for one more round when a movement from the pool house caught my eye.
And I shouldn’t have looked.
I should have just continued swimming, minding my own business, and keeping my focus on the task at hand.
But I couldn’t help it. I was powerless against the urge to look where I knew she was.
And when I did, I choked on my tongue.
Fuck.
It couldn’t have just been her making a pot of tea or reading on the couch. It couldn’t have just been one of her stupid cats jumping onto a window ledge.
No, it had to be her climbing out of the bathtub.
Dripping. Fucking. Wet.
The curtains covering the sliding glass door of her bedroom were sheer. There were blackout curtains there, too, but they were shoved aside. She hadn’t shut down for the night yet. She probably didn’t think she had to. Ava was asleep. I was supposed to be the same.
Instead, I was sitting here in the pool like a fucking pervert, unable to tear my eyes away from her perfect, round, soft body.
Distantly, I could hear the sound of music, and I wondered what she was listening to as she carefully climbed out of the deep stone tub. The bathroom was at the back of the pool house, but I had a clear shot of her through the sliding glass door, and even over the bed and through the curtain that was between us, I could see water droplets falling from her hair down over her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, and navel and hips.
The lower half of her was out of view, but when she turned to grab her towel, she pressed up onto her toes, giving me the quickest view of her plump, wet ass before it was gone again.
She ran the towel over her hair face first, and I watched every second her drying herself before she wrapped up in the towel completely.
Only then did I blink, reality coming back to me.
Only then did I realize that my hand had drifted beneath the water, that I had my cock pulled free of my board shorts and was stroking myself in long, slow pumps.
“Fuck,” I cursed, the word filled with both disappointment in myself and longing not to stop. I rolled my fist over my shaft and watched Chloe looking at herself in the mirror. She hung her towel, assessing herself for a long moment like she was cataloguing all the places of her body that she wished were different. She ran her hands over her stomach, her hips, frowning a bit and making my next swallow harder to take.
I imagined what she’d do if I stormed inside that bathroom right now, if I showed her how hard she made me, how fucking mad I was for her. I wondered what sounds she’d make if I ran my hands over all those curves, if I tested the weight of her breasts and thrust my erection into the crease of her ass and showed her how desirable she was.
I was lost in that thought when, suddenly, a dark shadow hopped up and interrupted my view.
And two green eyes were staring at me from the bed.
The gray and black striped cat flicked its tail at me, amused when I jumped a little like I’d been caught cheating on a test. That judgy cat was a wakeup call, though.
What the actual fuck was I doing?
Watching my nanny through the window with my cock in my hand like a goddamn deviant — that’s what.
With a heavy sigh, I tucked my hard-on back into my shorts and blew out a long, frustrated breath. I continued letting that air out until I drifted down, until my head was under water and that breath turned to bubbles, until all the air left my lungs, and I sank like a stone to the bottom of the pool.
And I stayed there.
I listened to my heart beating in my ears, focused on how my heartbeat slowed the longer I was under that water, felt how I was both weightless and heavier than I had been in all my life in that warm water.
Eventually, my cock softened. My head cleared. All I could focus on was the mental energy it took to fight the urge to push up and out of the water. I harvested my willpower. I challenged myself to stay longer, to make that sip of air last another second, and then another after that.