Danielle
I look at him intrigued, laying a hand on my chest, and watch him pull off his now-drenched shirt to toss it onto the ground. “Lift me out…”
Following the gesture of his head, I gasp as my eyes fall onto a bottle of lube on the edge of the pool.
“Pervert,” I whisper, making him laugh.
My eyes scan the surrounding gardens, and I gulp. “Aren’t there people who could hear us? I mean, me?”
“Maybe,” he grins smugly. “But we are going to be quiet, aren’t we?”
I open my mouth, looking at him shocked, and I’m still pondering on the fact if I should feel afraid.
But I guess my stupid body betrays me as I shiver in pleasurable anticipation.
“I thought that the hot water would help you relax, but we can just chill if you don’t feel like it,” he whispers, leaving featherlight
