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letting his erection stretch toward his navel until
he could bury himself in Marion’s trim body.
    Water glistened against the smooth swell of
her breasts. His hands trailed up the slick planes of her lower back, tracing
the contours of her torso. His palms cupped her buttocks.
    Marion drew in a deep breath and pushed his head under water.
    Train popped up. Marion squealed when his
hands wrapped her waist. He picked her up easily and tossed her into the water
with a splash. Train found it difficult to determine if she were choking or
laughing as she found her footing.
    “Damn.” Train issued another slur of
profanity when Marion dove gracefully beneath the water. She lied about not
being able to swim. He dived below the surface and swam after her. Within a few
powerful strokes, he had caught up to her and grabbed her ankle.
    “I don’t want TJ and Allison to find us like
this,” he said as they treaded water.
    Marion took a big breath and leaned back. She closed her eyes and spread her arms wide
as her breasts skimmed the surface of the water. Train put his hands under her
shoulder blades and kicked. With languid strokes, they moved toward shore.
    After his feet touched the ground, he
whispered near her ear, “I want to kiss you.”
    Marion put her legs down and turned in his arms. Still in the water up to their
chests, she wrapped her legs around his waist, ground her pussy into his
erection and clung to his shoulders.
    Train reveled in the feel of her slick,
naked body slipping against his. His tongue traced the soft fullness of her
lips before their mouths came together. Exotic, yet sweet, he tasted the erotic
recesses of her mouth. His heart hammered in his chest. All the blood rushing
to his groin left him dizzy. She ground her sex against his, riding the hard
ridge of his cock. Shit. He was going to come in his jeans. “Time to go,” he
said, letting her slide down his body until she was standing on her own.
    “And just when we were about to have some
fun.” Together, they walked out of the water. Marion showed no modesty. “Are
you sure there isn’t something wrong with you? I’m throwing myself at you, and
you don’t seem fazed the least little bit.” She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
“Well, maybe that isn’t exactly the truth. It felt big and hard. It works,
doesn’t it?”
    Bending over to get his shirt, he froze.
“You can decide for yourself, just not today.”
    “Want to bet?”
    “You’d lose.”
     
    Marion decided when Train smiled he was devilishly handsome. Wet hair pasted to his forehead
and his shirt clung to the muscles of his back. Water glistened, beaded, and
dripped from the hair on his chest.
    The sun moved slowly across the perfect,
blue sky. Fluffy, white clouds created momentary spots of welcomed shade as
they walked around the edge of the lake. “I don’t think TJ and Allison are
coming back.”
    Train shoved his hands into his pockets. “I
can’t say I care. I didn’t want to share our afternoon with anyone else.”
    “I had fun, too, which surprises me.” She
reached down and picked a dandelion. “You scared me earlier when you said you
were looking for something serious.”
    “My intention wasn’t to scare you.”
    “You did,” she interrupted. “Should I want a
big mansion in town with servants and children under foot, or should I simply
be grateful that you want to make an honest woman out of me?”
    The amusement left his face. “A woman in
your position, being a whore, you’ve already given up the finer things in
life.”
    “What would you know about the positions
I’ve been in?” she spat, walking toward the horses. “You must be under the
assumption that no one else has ever wanted me.” She pulled on the saddle horn
to make sure it was still secure. “Let me give you a little history lesson. My
mother was a whore. I was born on a filthy mattress in a stinky, little room. I
lived in that room until my mother tossed me out like a broken doll.