He had said that when he left my room. He had to call a distributor about a facial cream. Beauty can't take a break, even on Sundays, it seems.
His lips twist wryly. "I'm very good at what I do. I handled that in twenty minutes flat."
I should probably bring up the fact that he told me earlier that it took him five hours yesterday to find a lost truck full of cosmetics, but I let it slide. "I'm going for a swim."
He glances at the pool behind me. "You know how to swim, right?"
I do. Swimming lessons were one of the afterschool activities my mom pushed on me when I was a kid. I'm grateful now, even though back then, I would have rather sat on my ass playing a video game than get in a pool with a bunch of strangers.
His phone rings again just as I'm about to tell him what a champion swimmer I think I am. He tugs it out of the pocket of his red board shorts. "Work. Fuck."
I don't bother asking whether he has to take it or not. I know he does. He always does.
"I'll hit the pool while you take care of business."
His thumb swipes the screen before he brings the phone to his ear spitting out his name as he answers.
I dive in the pool, letting the warm water steal away every ounce of tension in my body.
Chapter 26
Crew
I took the call, up at the house and then I jerked off.
A man can only take so much off-limits ass and tits in his face before he has to do something to relieve the pressure.
I watched her swim while I was talking to my brother-in-law, Ryker, about a meeting he's taking tomorrow. He's married to my sister, the father of my nephew and my right hand man at Matiz. He handles marketing and many of the small fires that erupt.
Giving him some extra work to handle this weekend seemed like a great idea until my sister chewed me out in a text message.
Ryker, like Nolan, devotes his weekends to his family. I devote it to managing whatever needs my attention at Matiz and my clubs.
What needs my attention right now is Adley.
She swam like the goddess she is in the water, her fleshy ass bobbing up and down as she lapped the length of the pool seven times before she got out.
That in itself brought my cock to its brink. Curves, beads of water and wet hair all added to my stable of fantasy images of her.
That's when my hand found my dick and I jacked off in front of the bedroom window, while I watched her towel off her perfect body.
She's still down near the pool, even though the approaching clouds promise an impressive show of lightning and angry thunder. It's barreling down on us fast.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen before I'm out the door and on my way toward her.
My phone rings, again. I tug it out of my pocket then silence it immediately.
This time the caller can wait.
"You're finally done," Ad calls as I approach, a bright smile covering her mouth. She's on a lounger, in a half-reclining position. Her hand is over her head, the other on her stomach. It's a reminder of how I found her on my sofa.
I crack open the water and push it at her. "Are you ready to come back up to the house?"
She takes the bottle and downs a large swallow, her neck working to handle it all.
I may have come within the last twenty minutes but I could go again for her.
"I'm going to wait until the rain starts."