The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)

by Nikki Sloane

And what about forty-two?”

I was twenty-four,

“You like the sound of that? Me being your personal sex toy?”

“You’re going to make me come.” “You’re goddamn right,” he growled.

My voice was so quiet, it was barely audible. “You’re kind of amazing.” His chest lifted with a deep breath. “I was hoping you thought so.”

Fuck me, he was a pool boy and a personal trainer. I was like the ultimate cougar, snatching up the hottest boy toy.

“Is this call business,” I asked, “or pleasure?” There was a pause like my question had thrown her. “It’s pleasure.” Her voice was surprisingly sure. “Come over, and make sure to bring that magical dick with you.” I grinned bigger than I ever had in my life. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes, we should definitely cast stones from our glass house.”