She wore a tiny, pink tease that hid everything good, perfect, and holy in this godforsaken world. I remembered what it concealed, but that memory needed a refresher. Goddamn. How was it legal for a woman that fucking beautiful to wear a bikini like that? Especially near a pool! Christ, everyone warned about not running near the water. How about no wet-dream inspired bikinis? A man didn’t need a head injury to drown. One glance at her curves strategically hidden under the pink scrap of material and he’d forget to breathe on land. She did it to fuck with me. And it worked. I tried to exercise, but a hard-on didn’t streamline me under the water. Just the opposite. One look at the most beautiful woman on the planet, and the blood pooled too low. I bobbed like a fucking buoy instead of diving deep. Again, she didn’t care. She flipped through her book, letting the sun warm her perfectly mocha, temptingly smooth, mouth-wateringly tasty body. Christ. I needed to get these last laps done.
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