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stepped away, leaving Mitch in the shadows to tame his arousal, she said, “Oh, and meet me out back.”
    Heart racing with excitement, Sara made her way to the car. Just seeing the look on Mitch’s face and knowing how eager he was to follow her home fired her libido and moistened her panties.
    Fortunately, traffic was light, and she arrived back at the house in record time. Wasting no time getting ready, she grabbed two towels from the house and rushed around back to the pool. Shrouded in darkness, she quickly stripped off her sexy red dress and dove in. She was right, not even the cool water could help smother the flames of desire engulfing her. Only Mitch was capable of that feat.
    Sara waded into the deep end while waiting for Mitch, her mind swimming with all the delicious things she wanted to do with him—and to him. She thought about how she wanted to kiss him all over, to feel his warm flesh beneath her lips. How she wanted to take his cock into her mouth and lap at him until their moans of pleasure merged. Her breasts swelled with heated blood, as she imagined it now. She ached to stroke, suck, and nibble his magnificent shaft. Ached to feel his sex muscles spasm as his tangy juices erupted in her throat.
    Footsteps on the walkway pulled her from her reverie. As soon as Mitch rounded the corner and she set eyes on him, her heart leapt, her body pulsed, desire singed her blood. Out of nowhere a wave of passion and possessiveness rushed through her and caught her by surprise.
    In that instant it occurred to her just how bad she had it for him. Just how much she wanted to lose herself in him, and how much she ached for something far more intimate.
    He came closer and knelt down at the edge of the pool. He narrowed his gaze and a muscle in his jaw clenched. One hand went to her cheek, his thumb tracing the pattern of her lips. She liquefied under his touch. His low, sensuous voice covered her body like a blanket of warmth. “Hey.”
    That one simple word did such amazing things to her insides. “Hey, yourself.” She pushed off the edge, allowing him to see her naked body below the surface, letting him know exactly what she wanted.
    Mitch’s dark, hungry gaze slid over her flesh, generating deep desire. He took a long moment just to look at her. She watched his eyes fill with lust. Her body began humming with excitement. His breath came in a low rush, his gaze shifted to her face. “Are you coming out or am I coming in?”
    With two easy strokes, she made her way back to him, needing to touch him, to feel connected on some deeper level. As her hand closed over his, unrelenting pressure brewed in the depths of her womb. “I believe you promised me a swim last night,” she said.
    He stood, pulled off his jacket, and began loosening his tie. “I believe I did.” His voice came out rusty, labored. “And I never break my promises.”
    He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside. Nipples tingling in awareness, Sara watched him undress. The pleasure was most exquisite. When she caught the intent look on his face, an erotic whimper bubbled in the depths of her throat. Chaos erupted inside her. Her body grew tight and needy while her breathing grew shallow.
    This was way better than any fantasy she’d ever had.
    His eyes locked on hers. “Only one problem.”
    Sara didn’t miss the mischief dancing in his eyes. “Oh yeah?” she asked as flames surged through her. “What’s that?”
    Mitch made short work of his clothes. Sara gulped air as she took in his wide chest, corded abdominal muscles, and rock-hard cock. Hot pleasure shot through her, and at that moment, she was sure, no matter how many times he fucked her, nothing would ever satiate her cravings for him.
    “I can’t swim.”
    She shook her head as her cunt throbbed for him. “That’s not good, Mitch.”
    “Nope, not good at all.”
    She lifted herself from the water, just far enough to entice him with her rosy red nipples. “I guess you’d better