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edge.
    “Get in, sweetie.” Shane swam to the side, sporting a vulpine grin.
    Mickie moved her toes away from his slippery fingers when they crept over the edge. She gave a little giggle and skipped toward the pool lounger to her left.
    “Not yet.” She shook her head and toyed with the belt on her robe again. “I think you’re due some sexual torture.”
    He pushed off the side of the pool, floating closer to the center as he gave her an expression of mock disbelief. “Who, me?” He pointed his hands at his chest, exaggerating the gesture. “How exactly did you come to that conclusion, Ms. Mickie?”
    He went to rise from the water, but she stopped him with a wag of her finger and a shake of her head. “Not yet, I said. You have to learn patience, Shane Fayette.”
    With that, she sat in the lounger and slowly, seductively, spread her legs. But she tucked her robe between them as she did this, so he couldn’t take a peek. He groaned in disappointment.
    Her hands hovered over the knot in her belt. “How’d you like me to put a little show on for you?”
    “What kind of a show?” His response was throaty with lust.
    She swallowed hard. What she was about to proposition was so vanilla really, but she’d only done it twice for her former boyfriend. Hell, she was too vanilla, but maybe over a summer with her stepbrothers she’d change that.
    “You stay in the pool, I play with myself for you.” Slowly she untied her robe and slipped it open. “You can’t come out, can’t touch me, until I say so.”
    His grin widened, showing white teeth that glowed from the shining pool lights. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all. I like the way you think.”
    Sliding her hands down her exposed breasts, she said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
    Her nipples were already tingling something fierce from the crisp night air. Now she plucked at them and pinched the rosy tips between her fingers. The tingling grew almost painful and they stood stiff in the center of her pale, firm globes. She gripped one heavy, tear drop shaped breast and brought it to her lips, flicking her wet, warm tongue over its sensitive tip.
    From the water, she thought she heard Shane groan in appreciation.
    She gave a throaty giggle. “Like that?”
    “Oh yes.” His words came out guttural. “Very much.”
    She bit her bottom lip and hoped the look she shot him smoldered with as much desire as she felt. “Then you’ll love what comes next.”
    She took her time smoothing her hands down over torso, watching him all the time. Her heart pumped so hard it sounded like a stereo drum solo in her ears. She felt so wild and wanton, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.
    When Shane went to pull himself out of the water and approach, she stopped and shook a finger at him. “Nope, you can’t touch me yet. Be patient.”
    He moaned and slipped back in the water. She waited a moment longer, enjoying the view of his water beaded muscles, the way droplets clung to his long eye lashes. His hair was slicked back from his dive in the pool.
    He grew still in the water and her fingers continued their descent. She traced the edges of the thin strip of hair that ran up the center of her mound. Then she plucked her labia minora apart and tugged on them. He licked his lips and the water lightly slapped the side of the pool from his fidgeting.
    The cool air kissed her wetness and she shivered from the thrill. She ran a finger up and down her damp seam then focused on her clit, which now throbbed from the need to be stroked. She cooed as she caressed beneath her clitoral hood with fingers slickened by her juices.
    Once more, water splashed. Shane rose up out of the pool like some young, sexy Neptune ready to ravish her. She squeaked and jumped from the lounger.
    “Not yet!”
    “Ahhh, Mickie, come on!”
    She whirled to face him, snatching up her robe from near poolside as she did so. She held it over her nakedness and inched away from his approach. “You