called and reported what happened last night to my father, and my life as I knew it was over. But I didn’t think so. I couldn’t say why, but for some reason, I didn’t think Roman would do that. I just couldn’t picture the same man I’d made ice cream sandwiches with doing that to me. I lay there for a minute, listening to the sounds of the house. I didn’t hear anyone moving around, but it was early yet. If I hurried, I might get a few laps in before he woke up. There’d always been something about water that helped me think, and if there was ever a time that I needed a clear head, this was it.
I put on my suit and quietly crept down the stairs. Then just as carefully, I slid open the patio door and slipped out. Not that I was doing anything wrong, not this time anyway, but I hoped to buy myself some alone time. I lowered myself into the pool, took a deep breath, and swam.
I don’t know how long I’d been at it when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and stood waist-deep in the water and looked at him. He leaned against the doorjamb watching me swim the same as he did the other day, but this time there was something different in the way he watched me. Before, it was vigilant, but now it was something else. Something that had the potential to be much more dangerous.
I wondered if he’d woken up hard as a rock, remembering the way it felt last night when my body was pulled tight against his, moving to the beat of the music. Lord knows I had. He gave his head a brief shake, and the look was gone—if it had ever been there at all. It was probably just my imagination. Just because he danced with me didn’t mean he was interested. Hell, I didn’t even know if he was gay; although, I couldn’t imagine a straight guy grinding against me like he had.
“You’re up early,” he said in that sexy gravelly voice of his.
“Yeah, I didn’t close the curtains last night, and the sun woke me.”
“I’m going over to the house to snag something to eat. I don’t feel like cooking this morning. Are you about done? I can grab you something.”
“I’m finished. If you’ll grab me a muffin if Alejandra has any, that’d be great. I’ll shower and get dressed while you do that.”
“You got it. I’ll just throw on a shirt and head over there.”
As soon as he was gone, I rushed upstairs, grabbed some clothes, and turned on the water in the shower. Steam quickly rose from the floor where the scalding water hit the cool tile, and I stepped in under the stream of water. The heat felt good on my skin after the swim in the cool pool. I soaped up a cloth and ran it over my neck, across my chest, and down to my stomach. My bare stomach, where Roman had had his hand splayed just last night.
Everything in my life was so unsure at the moment. I was worried about Rebecca. Someone was sending me creepy letters, and I had no idea what to do with my future. All of that was enough to think about without adding lusting after my sexy bodyguard to the mix. But the way he stood there, leaning against the door with the shorts he slept in hanging low on his hips, was sexy enough to push the fact that my world was in danger of falling apart to the back of my mind.
Instead, I slipped my hand down lower and grasped my cock, giving it a tug. I let out a groan and stroked myself slowly, giving that little twist at the end I loved. I pictured that strong, tall bodyguard kneeling in front of me, mouth open, waiting for me to fill it with my cock. I’d figure out how to look him in the eyes after this later, but for right now, I let my imagination run wild. The thought of him on his knees for me made my cock throb with need, and I braced one hand on the wall and sped up my strokes. It didn’t take long before I cried out as my climax slammed through me, almost buckling my knees. I stood there watching, breath heaving, as the water washed the evidence of my