Bloody Heart (Brutal Birthright #4) - Sophie Lark Page 0,10
probably a personal assistant. They’re all eating sandwiches and drinking beers, oblivious to me standing right outside the window.
I don’t give a shit about any of them. There’s just one person I’m here to see.
That person comes walking out into the back garden only twenty minutes later. She’s wearing a short robe and flip-flops, her hair pulled up in a tight bun on top of her head.
Simone strips off the robe, revealing a modest one-piece swimsuit underneath. Even the dowdiest suit can’t obscure the body underneath. I think my jaw is hanging open.
Simone is a fucking goddess. I didn’t see it in the car, because she was sitting down with that puffy pink skirt all fluffed up around her. But her body is insane.
Legs a mile long. Full, natural breasts. Slim waist, flaring out into Venus-like hips. All encased in that rich, smooth skin that gleams under the strings of outdoor lights.
She raises her hands over her head, palms together, and dives into the pool like an arrow plunging down. She breaks through the water with barely a ripple, then swims underwater almost the full length of the pool. She kicks off the opposite wall, then lays on her back, stroking in the opposite direction.
Her breasts poke up above the water, nipples stiffening in the cool air. The modest suit clings to her skin, showing every curve beneath now that it’s soaked through.
My cock is so hard that I have to press down on it with my hand. It’s jammed against the zipper of my jeans, trying to rip right through the fabric.
Simone keeps swimming back and forth. When she does the breast-stroke, I see her strong, round ass cheeks turning left and right in the water, the swimsuit riding up between them. And when she does the backstroke, I see those gorgeous breasts again, the nipples perpetually hard from the cold water and the exercise.
I don’t know how long I stand there behind a Japanese Maple, watching her. It might be ten minutes or an hour.
I would have stayed for twenty years for the sight that follows. When Simone finally tires and swims to the ladder, I feel my breath catching in my throat. She pulls herself up out of the pool, water streaming down her body.
She might as well be naked for all the suit covers now. I can see every inch of those impossible curves. I can even see the indent of her navel, and the little cleft between her pussy lips.
I want her like a wolf wants a doe. I want to devour her, every last bit. My mouth is literally salivating. My cock has been throbbing so long that it’s almost gone numb.
Simone grabs her towel and starts drying off. As she rubs the towel back and forth across her back, the motion shakes her breasts, making them sway and bounce.
Little droplets sparkle on her skin and in her hair. I want to be one of those droplets, sliding down her body. I want to lick the water off of her. I want to suck her nipples through that suit.
I think the sight of her has actually driven me mad.
Because when she goes back inside the house, I watch the upper floor with wild eyes, waiting for the lights to switch on. Sure enough, after the time it takes for a person to climb the stairs and cross a hallway, I see a light flick on in the northwest corner of the house.
I should wait until it’s dark.
I shouldn’t do this at all.
But nothing short of a nuclear explosion could stop me now.
Watching out for security cameras, I run to the deck on that side of the house, and I climb up onto the railing. Jumping from there, I can just grab hold of the balcony on the next level and haul myself up.
It’s a Juliette-style balcony, tiny and connected only to the single room on the other side of double glass doors. It takes me less than a minute to pick the lock.
As I slip into the room, I see that Simone hasn’t changed out of her suit yet. She’s been distracted by a little gray cat prowling around on her rug. She’s crouched down to scratch it behind the ears.
When she straightens up again, I wrap my arm around her waist and put my other hand over her mouth.
She shrieks against my palm, the sound muffled to nothing. The little cat runs into her closet to hide.