Free In Bed with the Enemy by Kathie DeNosky

end of the pool, and she got a glimpse of his face, it suddenly dawned on her why. Caveman Cole was the man performing the strokes so expertly.
    Great! She’d come to the country club to try to avoid thinking about him, and here she stood, tingling over his fantastic body.
    Deciding to leave before he realized she’d been watching him, Elise cringed when he reached the opposite side of the pool, then, stopping to hold on to the side, called her name. “Hey, Campbell. Want to race?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    â€œThink I could beat you, huh?”
    â€œNot in this lifetime,” she said, laughing.
    He leisurely swam over to the side where she stood. “Then what’s stopping you from showing me?”
    â€œI don’t want to damage your fragile male ego, Caveman.”
    He laughed. “Sounds like you know you can’t win and you’re using that as an excuse.”
    She shook her head. “It looks like I’m going to have to show you,” she said, reaching for the sarong wrapped around her waist. “Just remember, I tried to save your ego the crushing blow of being beaten by a woman.”
    As she unwound the long gauzy cloth from her trim waist, Cole tried his damnedest not to stare. The two-piece suit was modest compared to most bikinis, but on Elise it couldn’t have looked more provocative. He tried to concentrate on how the deep, jewel-blue suit contrasted with her auburn hair. But it was the way the top cupped her full breasts and the bottoms clung to her shapely hips that had him feeling as if he might never take another breath.
    When she tossed the wrap on a lounge then walked to the edge of the pool, he gulped. Her long, slender legs were perfect for wrapping around a man and holding him to her as she drained every ounce of energy from him. His body responded and he was extremely glad that he was already in the pool.
    Diving neatly into the water, she surfaced beside him, and he wondered what he’d been thinking when he’d goaded her into this race. How the hell was he going to be able to swim, let alone win, in his condition?
    â€œAre you ready?” she asked, smiling as if she knew something he didn’t.
    Stalling, he shook his head as he tried to bring his body back under control. “We haven’t decided on the number of laps, or what the winner gets.”
    â€œHow about two laps?” she asked.
    â€œThink that’s all you can do?”
    â€œYou wish!” Her delighted laughter echoedthroughout the pool area. “I was just trying to take pity on you since you’ve been swimming for a while.”
    Cole grinned. “Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I can hold my own. Let’s go four laps.”
    â€œSo what do I win when I beat you, Caveman?”
    â€œI’ll buy your dinner for the next week.”
    â€œAnd if you win?”
    He reached out to wipe a droplet of water running down her cheek. “I haven’t decided yet.”
    Her easy expression disappeared. “I don’t think I like not knowing—”
    â€œReady, set, go!”
    He took off before Elise could protest his noncommittal answer. In the unlikely event that she beat him, he figured he’d go easy on her and let her buy him a beer. But she didn’t know that and he wasn’t about to tell her.
    When he made the first turn at the opposite end of the pool, he wasn’t at all surprised that she was right behind him. He’d slowed his normal pace in order to let her think she at least had a chance of winning. But by the time he’d completed three laps and started on the last leg of their race, it came as no small surprise that she was right with him. She was a stronger swimmer than he’d anticipated.
    She pulled ahead and he found himself having to draw on his reserves to catch up. Just as they reached the side of the pool, he gave it all he had, but she managed to touch the edge a split