Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You don’t have to check in with me. I didn’t mean that.”
“I know I don’t have to but I told you we would do something together today. I didn’t want you to wake up to an empty house and think I forgot about you. You should know when I’m not here so you can make sure the house is secure anyway.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think of that. I mean, I thought this was the kind of place where you could sleep with the doors open. It’s not at all like where I come from.”
“Everywhere is safe until it isn’t, and I don’t want anything happening to you.”
“Thank you. You’re right. I’ll be sure to check all the doors when you’re not here.”
“Good. Now take the rest of the day off. This isn’t a prison camp.”
“Okay. I’ll just put away the cleaning supplies.”
She leaves the room as I’m unbuttoning my shirt but comes back for a bucket and mop she left in the bathroom. I hear her come in and turn toward her. She stops dead in her tracks, stunned to see me wearing nothing but my dress pants. If she had waited two more minutes, my pants would have been off too.
“Hello? You like what you see?” I tease her and watch as she shrinks with embarrassment. “It’s alright, little girl. I guarantee that if I walked in on you topless, I’d be staring too.”
She lets out a nervous giggle. “I just need to get the mop and bucket.”
I follow her to the bathroom and lean into the door. She turns to leave but stops when she sees me blocking her exit.
“I’m sorry, am I in your way?”
She nods and inches toward me.
“Come on. I don’t bite,” I coax her and turn sideways so she can slide by me. Her breath is shallow and quick as she passes. “You know, I was going to take a shower, but I have a better idea. Meet me at the pool in twenty minutes.”
“Okay,” she stammers and walks briskly to the bedroom door, disappearing from my sight.
Maybe I shouldn’t tease her like this, but the way she responds gets my juices flowing.
I think a little one-on-one time at the pool will do us both some good and let’s face it, my imagination is already running wild. I can’t wait to see my little girl in a bathing suit, so I toss on my trunks and grab a towel.
Samantha arrives at the pool just minutes after me. She’s wrapped in a towel, but I can see the strap of her bikini top tied around her neck. My mouth waters as I anticipate the moment when she drops the towel, so I dive into the water and beckon for her to join me. She tiptoes to the edge and dips her toes in the water. I follow the lines of her long, silky leg to the hem of the towel and lick my lips.
“It’s heated, sweetheart. No need to worry about the temperature.”
Hell, if it isn’t already warm, the heat coming off my body would raise the temperature a few degrees.
“The City Park pool doesn’t have a heater. I was expecting the water to be freezing.”
My jaw hangs open when she drops the towel. She’s wearing a pink and yellow polka dot bikini that fits her like a glove and shows just enough cleavage to whet my appetite. Damn, I want to memorize every curve and dip.
“Get in here,” I tell her and move back to make some space between us.
She shifts her gaze. “I’m not exactly the best swimmer. I had to teach myself.”
“Don’t worry, baby girl. I can teach you how to swim.”
I watch, captivated, as she descends the steps into the blue water and winces a little. My cock begs for relief from its perpetual state of arousal. She treads water and swims in my direction, smiling all the way, and I wonder how someone as perfect as her could come from such a terrible lineage.
She’s the swan in the pond of mud ducks and now she belongs to me. I grab her arms and glide her to me, securing her legs around my waist. She lies back and floats on the water while I hold her hips in place. I’m about to break the promise I made to myself. I don’t want to take things slowly. I just want to take her.
“This is a strange way to teach someone to swim,” she says.
“I’m not teaching you to swim. I’m seeing how your pussy feels against my cock.”
Her wide-eyed look tells me she’s not used to being spoken to this way. I consider just letting her go, but then a small smile appears on her lips. I coax her slowly to the edge of the pool and lift her into my arms, driving my tongue between her lips.