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Kendra's fingers threaded through the wet strands at the back of his neck, holding him there as the second kiss turned slower.

It was not a frantic devouring, but a push and pull—like the water around them, testing resistance before giving way. His mouth tasted of whiskey and salt from the pool spray, and when his tongue traced the inside of her lower lip, she answered by sucking gently on his, drawing a low rumble from his chest that vibrated against her breasts.

They drifted together in the shallow end, feet finding purchase on the smooth tiles.

She was expecting Knox to grab or pull her closer in that typical urgent way. Instead, his hands stayed broad and steady on her lower back, letting the buoyancy of the water press their bodies together naturally.

Every small shift sent ripples between them—her hips brushing the front of his trunks, the cool night air tightening her nipples against the thin black fabric of the bikini top.

She broke the kiss again, not for air this time, but to look at him. Water droplets clung to his lashes. Up close, his eyes weren't just dark—they held flecks of amber under the pool lights, reflecting the same restless energy she felt churning inside her own chest.

"Still think this is a bad idea?" he asked, his voice rough but quiet, thumb now tracing a slow, absent circle just above the waistband of her bikini bottoms.

"Probably," Kendra murmured. She leaned in and bit his bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to feel the give of it.

"But bad ideas feel better than being numb." She said with a moan, and fuck, he wants to record that moan and play it every fucking day.

He tilted his head and kissed the corner of her jaw, then lower, following the line of her neck where her pulse beat wildly.

Giving her open-mouthed kisses that left heat blooming on her skin before the water cooled it again.

She arched slightly, one hand sliding down his chest, palm flat over the ink on his shoulder, feeling the muscle shift as he moved.

Kendra reached behind herself and untied the bikini top with a single tug. The fabric floated away on the water's surface like a discarded secret.

His gaze dropped, but he didn't immediately touch. Instead, he watched her face as he brought one hand up, cupping the weight of her breast, thumb brushing once across the peak in a slow, considering stroke.

The contrast—his warm hand, the cool water—made her inhale sharply.

She pressed forward, guiding his other hand to her hip, then lower, slipping it beneath the waistband of her bottoms.

His fingers found her already slick, warmer than the pool, and he explored with unhurried patience—two fingers gliding along her folds, learning the shape of her without aiming straight for her clit. When he finally circled it, matching the rhythm of her own hand as she palmed him through his trunks.

"Inside," she whispered against his mouth.

Knox eased her bikini bottoms down her thighs. She kicked them off, letting them drift. He pushed his trunks down just enough, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, the water helping to hold her there. There was no rushed thrust.

He held her gaze as he guided himself, pressing in slowly, inch by inch, letting her body adjust around the stretch. The fullness drew a shaky exhale from her, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

They stayed like that for several heartbeats, breathing together, the water lapping gently against their joined bodies.

"I love you, Kendra!"

"Shut the fuck up!" She moaned.

Then Kendra rolled her hips experimentally, a small experimental grind that made them both groan. No pounding rhythm. Just this: slow, deep rocks of her pelvis against his, using the water's buoyancy to control the angle.

Each movement dragged him across that sensitive spot inside her while her clit rubbed against the base of him.

His hands supported her ass, not controlling but following her lead, fingers occasionally digging in when she clenched around him.

She kissed his throat, tasting chlorine and skin, then found his mouth again. The kiss stayed open, messy, broken by soft sounds—her quiet whimpers when he shifted just right, his low curses when she tightened deliberately.

And the pleasure built in waves, sneaks up, coiling tighter with every shared breath, every subtle shift of angle. Kendra felt herself getting closer and chased it by pressing her chest flush to his, changing the friction.

When she came, her face buried in his neck, her teeth grazing his shoulder as she rode it out.

Knox followed soon after, hips stuttering once, twice, then holding deep as he spilled inside her with a quiet, guttural sound. They stayed locked together, floating, the water cooling the sweat on their skin.

"Are you on pills?" he asked.

"No, I've never...

"You didn’t tell me you want to have a child for me..." he smiled and spanked her ass staring into her eyes.

"In your wildest dreams, I'd take it." She replied to him with a scoff.

He smiled, "Since you aren't with your husband anymore, marry me, let me show you the world, let me show that true love exists with the right person, let me your...

"Shushhh!" She covered his mouth with her palm, feeling irritated with his words.

After a minute, Kendra lifted her head, a lazy, sated smile tugging at her lips.

"Fucking is better than talking about love."

Knox chuckled, the sound rumbling through both of them. He brushed a wet strand of hair from her face.

"We can do both. The night is not over."

She kissed him once more, before they slowly disentangled, as they drifted toward the pool steps together.