The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

“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.”

“I’m a lot younger and you were married, and it was wrong, but . . . shit. I wanted this for a long time. And then it happened, and it was even better than I thought it’d be.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes,” she answered, her voice wavering. “We should do that.”

“Well, I have a bedroom. It has a bed and everything.” He exaggerated his fascination. “You don’t say? This I gotta see.”

“You’re, like, really good at that.” His smile was tight. “I don’t want to ruin your fun, but . . . I’m not going to last long if you keep at it.” I went back to using my hand, gliding my fingers teasingly over his dick that was wet with my saliva. “You think it’ll be easier when you’re all bare inside me?” He pressed his lips together. “Yeah, it’s a concern.”

“Don’t come yet,” I said. “Well, don’t be so fucking hot,” he shot back.