Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“I can’t let you go, sweetheart, because you might just start to drown again. Don’t you know how to swim?”
She blushes while ducking her head again.
“Well, not exactly,” she admits in a low voice.
“Really?” I question in disbelief. “Well, then why’d you get in the water?”
She swallows hard again, two spots of color burning on her cheeks.
“Well, I thought the pool looked nice,” she murmurs hesitantly. “And I thought it’d be fine if I got in just as long as I was sure to stay in the shallow end and hang on to the pool’s ledge. You know that the pool’s only four feet deep at its deepest right?”
I nod.
“And?”
She blushes again.
“Well, I slipped and lost my grip on the wall, and then everything happened so fast after that.”
I nod.
“Yeah, you nearly drowned,” I frown. But then my expression lightens. “Well, there’s only one solution to that. Either you never enter the pool again, or I teach you how to swim.”
Petunia’s eyes widen as she shakes her head quickly. “Oh, no no no, that’s not necessary. I’m not very athletic, and trust me, I’ve taken swim lessons before to no avail. It never works because I’m just not a water person.”
But I cut her off.
“No one is a water person, honey. In fact, there’s no such thing as a water person because humans live on land. But I’m a good teacher, so you’ll be fine. I’ll teach you, never fear, and soon you’ll be zipping about like a seal in the sea.”
But Petunia’s stubborn and shakes her head again.
“No, I appreciate it Nico, but you see, I’ve taken years of lessons. Hundreds of hours in fact, and I just can’t swim. I can’t even float, it’s that bad,” she says hurriedly. “Really, I should have never have gotten into the pool. The Jacuzzi is more my milieu.”
I raise a black eyebrow at her.
“Petunia, you can float. Trust me on this one. I can make it happen.”
The pretty girl lets out a small sound of disbelief, but before she can open her mouth, I speak again. “Believe me, honey. You’ll be able to float within twenty minutes of lessons with me. How much do you want to bet?”
That takes her aback.
“A bet?”
I shrug my broad shoulders, shifting her curvy form so that she’s even closer to me than before.
“It doesn’t have to be a two-way wager because I’m not looking for your money or anything like that. Let’s just say, you float after twenty minutes of swim lessons with me, otherwise I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars.”
The curvy brunette gasps, clutching me even closer.
“Ten thousand dollars?” she sputters. “But that’s—I mean, that’s a lot of money! All for floating?”
I nod.
“Yep, it’s a lot of dough, but it’s because I’m confident in my teaching abilities, and your ability to float.” Then I pause, winking at the curvy girl. “So what do you say? Are you up for the challenge?”
She bites her lip, hesitating.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Matthews, but I could kind of cheat right? I mean, I can just pretend that I can’t float no matter what you do, and then you’d be out ten thousand.”
I grin at Petunia as my blue eyes gleam.
“No, you won’t be able to fake it,” is my confident, thrumming growl. “I’ll be able to tell if you’re faking it, and besides, you’ll definitely be floating by the end of this challenge. I’d even go so far to say that there will be no way for you to pretend that you’re not, I’m so confident in my abilities. So what do you say, sweetheart? Yes or no? Does that ten grand sound good to you?”
Petunia looks torn because I can tell she’s not really interested in learning to swim. But after a few moments, she bites her lip and nods.
“Okay, I’ll accept your challenge, Mr. Matthews, because you’ve saved me once today and I owe it to myself to learn how to swim. But be prepared to lose your shirt because I swear, I can’t swim. I’ve tried many times, and it just doesn’t come easy to me.”
I smirk as I squeeze her tighter against my broad frame.
“No worries, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I’ve already lost my shirt. So have you,” I grin, pressing her even closer to me. But before Petunia can answer, I wrap one arm about her waist tighter while my other hand travels down to her ass, and she gasps as I squeeze a big cheek. Fuck, she’s perfect, and I let out a hungry groan as my fingers dig into that meaty flesh.
Petunia gasps a bit, that pretty pink pout falling open, and her hips roll toward me in invitation before she even realizes what she’s doing.
“So when do the lessons start?” she manages in a breathy whisper.
“Right now,” I answer immediately. “It’s going to be simple, actually, because you’re going to float when you have my dick stuck inside your tight little hole. No one said you couldn’t use a flotation device.”