~ JOHN-PAUL ~
JP sat on the ledge under the water’s surface, jaw slack and rolling as he fought for control.
Lark was stunning.
From the moment they’d stepped into the water, she’d descended on him like some water goddess, stroking him, kissing with urgency, whispering his name, arching into his hands.
He’d intended to make this slow, relaxing… a way to unwind. But she brimmed with desire and energy, and wouldn’t let him deny her.
She’d enjoyed their little foray on the couch that day, and wanted to repeat it—with the water. She told him that. With her eyes open and a wicked grin.
“I want to be in your lap again.”
JP had groaned into her mouth and pulled her up to straddle him. Within minutes, she’d reached down between them and positioned him, sinking onto him with a low groan, and
