The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

His focus shifted back, and he stared at me like I’d just announced I loved the musical stylings of Smashmouth.

“Show me,” I pleaded. “I want to see it.” He went utterly still. “What?” Blood rushed loudly in my ears, drowning out the panic at what I was suggesting. “You saw me,” I offered. “I . . . want to see you.”

“Are you worried I won’t be able to handle you?” “No.” He was perfectly serious. “I’m worried I won’t be able to handle you.” His gaze dropped down to his dick clenched in his hand. “Look at me. I haven’t fucking touched you, and I’m already close.”

“If you come before I say you can . . .” I swallowed so hard it was audible. “As punishment, you have to clean it up.”

“If you come inside this pussy without my permission, you’ll use your mouth to take care of your mess.”