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or just adjust her position? Is she swimming away? But then she speaks, and her voice is still coming from in front of me. “Would you like me to create an I Slept with Frenchie Facebook page?”
    There’s more attitude inside her than there is blood or oxygen. And I fucking couldn’t be more turned on right now. “I was out of town,” I say, because even though the snark is hot, I need to clear the air.
    “What?”
    “I left the morning after we met,” I explain quietly into the darkness. “And I got back last night.”
    “Oh.”
    “And since you disappeared as soon as you climaxed, I had no way of contacting you until this morning.” I go on swimming a little closer to where I think she is. “Until I took your little stretching class.”
    “Yoga, not stretching. And you should take a few more. You’ve got the flexibility of a rock,” she mutters.
    She stops talking as we watch a shadow, most likely Josh, swim in the other direction and someone else flail and scream as he catches them. It sounds like Audrey.
    “Now she’ll join Josh and hunt the rest of us down,” Shay whispers.
    When we’re sure that their splashes are getting farther away, we resume our conversation.
    “Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask bluntly.
    “You think I slept with you when I had a boyfriend?”
    “I think you’re a sexy, smart, beautiful woman who bends in yoga pants in front of men all day,” I reply calmly. “So it’s possible in the last twelve days you found someone else to lock in the laundry room.”
    She laughs at that. It’s soft but I can hear it and it makes me smile.
    “You were my last fluff-and-fold.”
    “So you’re single?” I move closer—very slowly so as to not disturb the water and draw attention.
    “Yes.”
    “Because you had the most amazing sexual experience of your life in a laundry room a few week ago and now everyone else would be a disappointment.” I say it like it’s a statement of fact and not a guess.
    “Frenchie, your ego is out of control,” she whispers, but she’s almost breathless.
    “I have to believe it was amazing for you,” I tell her, the anonymity of the pitch-black making it easy. “Because it was amazing for me.”
    She says nothing. Not a word. I reach out and find her bare stomach hanging in front of me. I touch her hips, feeling the edge of her bikini bottoms. Her breath hitches. I hear it. I’m about to pull her down and into a kiss when she hisses. “Someone is swimming this way!”
    I slip under the dock with her. I reach up and grab the boards above me, right next to her, and inch a little deeper under the dock. She moves with me. We’re hanging side by side almost midway under the dock when suddenly there’s a small splash and a hand swings out inches from us. Someone giggles. It’s Audrey. She pauses in front of us. Her arm reaches out again, barely missing my stomach, and then she gives up and turns and swims away.
    When I know she won’t hear the movement in the water, I move forward with my hands, then let go of the dock with my left and swing around so I’m hanging directly in front of Shay, facing her. I can make out the outline of her face and body at this close proximity. My injured wrist is starting to ache but I don’t give a fuck.
    “You know all the right lines,” she says, and she sounds annoyed.
    “With you there are no lines,” I tell her honestly.
    “Shut the fuck up,” she hisses, but I can feel the smile in her voice.
    “Make me.”
    It happens so fast I don’t really know what’s going on. She swings her body forward and lets go of the dock. Her arms hit my shoulders and her legs wrap around my waist. She’s not trying to kiss me; she’s trying to drown me! She’s not heavy, but with my gimp wrist, I can’t hold us up, and we plunge under the water.
    Submerged in the cold lake, I cup her ass briefly and pull her into me, knowing damn well she can feel my mostly hard dick pressed against the space between her legs, and