right now. There is nothing inappropriate about me training your daughter. I’m an excellent swimmer. I swam four years at the college level and won several state championships. I know what I’m doing, I promise.”
“Oh, I know you do,” I say wryly. “I just… I don’t know.”
“I’ll make you a deal,” Colby/Shade says. “Give me five minutes of your time in here as Shade. Then come outside and watch the rest of my lesson with Sophie. If you don’t see that I can totally and completely separate my two professions, I will gladly find you another swim coach for Sophie.”
I look at him doubtfully. “You think you can convince me in five minutes?”
He looks smug. “I’m sure of it.”
My chin lifts. “Fine. Challenge accepted.”
Colby/Shade walks to the door and glances outside. “Okay. Sophie is still doing laps. Where is the closest room with a lock?”
I motion to the laundry room which is just off the kitchen. He drags me there and locks the door behind us.
“Five minutes,” I remind him. He nods.
“Five minutes.”
Without preamble, he quickly pulls down my skirt and stockings and lifts me onto the washer. He bends and with his cobalt blue eyes never leaving mine, his tongue fills me up. I gasp and arch against his mouth.
I’m self-conscious because I’ve been in stockings all day, because I haven’t showered since this morning and because my daughter could walk into the house at any given time.
But the door is locked.
And this feels so freaking good.
“Relax,” he says, his mouth hovering just above my skin. “You taste delicious.”
He is a master with his tongue. And very, very good at his job.
I come in three minutes. I come quietly, without screaming, since I don’t want Sophie to hear and come running. Shade watches my face as I come and I see satisfaction on his. When I am done convulsing (which takes approximately another thirty seconds), he slides me off the washer and against him.
His penis is hard and the velvety tip is pushed against me. I gulp.
He covers my mouth with his and I can taste myself there.
Holy cow. I’m such a freaking vixen, I think. Or maybe I’m just a freak. Either way, there is freakiness involved.
He pulls away. “Did you taste yourself?” I nod.
“You taste so fucking good,” he tells me. “I’d like to fuck you now. But I won’t. Because now, I’m going to be Colby and I’m going to go coach your daughter. But if you decide that you still require my services, you can call and make an appointment and I’ll finish this. Alright?”
I nod. “Alright.”
“Also, just so you know, you don’t look nearly old enough to have a teenage daughter. You’re gorgeous.”
He pulls his swim trunks back on and he’s gone before I know it.
I am utterly relaxed now, both by his compliment and his…um…services.
I lean against the dryer, trying to still my breathing for a second before I pull back on my skirt. I toss my stockings in the dirty clothes and smooth my hair down before I make my way out to the pool to watch the rest of Sophie’s practice.
I recline on a pool lounger, soaking up the sun as I watch.
He was right. He’s perfectly professional and he knows exactly what he’s doing. And Rick has already paid for him. I have no good reason to say no.
At the end of the lesson, Sophie goes inside to get dressed and Colby comes and sits next to me. And it is clear that he is definitely Colby out here. Droplets from his wet hair drip onto my leg and I wipe them away.
“Well?” he grins. “What do you think?”
I shake my head.
“Fine. I can see that you are professional. And I have a horrible time saying no to Sophie. So, alright. You can continue.”
Colby looks at me, his blue gaze glittering. He casually towels off his back. His wide, strong, sexy back. I restrain myself from watching. I seriously continue to