Claire
"Claire, you're glowing today.” Jordan’s voice teased from the fence the next morning. “Do I have anything to do with that?”
I was by the pool, wearing a new red bikini, my pulse already racing at his words as my face curved into a smile. His touch from yesterday—his mouth, his c**k, the way he’d f****d me in the pool house— had haunted my dreams. Tom wasn't yet back, but I’d checked the locks repeatedly, paranoid about neighbors or an early return.
I lowered my sunglasses, meeting his grin. “Don’t get cocky,” I said, trying to sound steady.
He leaned against the fence, shirtless, sweat dripping down his body from a run. “Too late,” he said, eyes raking my body. “You’re wearing another hot bikini again. You’re practically begging for me.”
I stood, crossing my arms, my breasts s
