She swam to the shallower end and the steps out of the pool. The water cascaded off her as she climbed out. The bikini supported her breasts and she’d chosen one that covered her bottom cheeks, not the usual thong type.
David backed into the shade of the building. The sight of her swaying her hips and the trickles of water swirling into her bosom was enticing, electrifying. She was an expert in visual seduction and it had fooled him countless times. Now, she’d added another clandestine activity. He was annoyed by her deception and she’d continued to practice long after she’d mastered the rudiments of swimming. She’d speedily moved from near phobia of water to an accomplished athlete.
Why wait to tell him? Of course, she might never have bothered if he hadn’t caught her in the act. He’d so many things to confront her about: the concierge, swimming, and cooking. The list was growing. Nevertheless, the marriage was over and their relationship redefined into supposedly beneficial agreement. It shouldn’t matter that she’d learned to swim behind his back.
David unclenched his fists. Instead of feeding his anger, her swaying hips and blossoming smile had shifted him from the brink of losing his temper. He should turn away and not let her venture closer, because the sight of her shimmering skin had set off a stampede of heartbeats. The blood had rushed to his cock and thickened it.
She walked up to him and lifted her chin. Rising on the tips of her toes, she kissed his firmly pressed lips. “You’re not happy I’ve learned to swim?” she asked.
“Yes. I’m happy.”
“You don’t sound happy,” she pouted.
He hooked his arms under hers and ringed her, drawing her closer. The droplets of water soaked into his suit. What was it about this woman that made him so bewildered?
He lowered his lips and kissed her hard. As he reached out and pulled on the longest locks of her dripping hair, she tilted her neck back and exhaled into his mouth. A warm flow of air accompanied her darting tongue.
With his other hand, he unfastened the clasp of her bra. Her eyes sprang open and he stared into the widening pupils. He yanked the bikini top down, revealing two pert nipples. He bent and sucked one into his mouth, tasting the cold water and feeling the warmth of her flesh beneath it.
She’d lied. So many times. It hurt, not knowing who she really was. The rational man in him should walk away from her, tear up the agreement, and insist the original prenuptial was enforced. That man was locked inside, screaming to be released, but another wanted to reign over and above—the lover in him wasn’t ready to be cast aside.
His cock continued to harden. Pressed against her hipbone, it seemed to burn its way through the fabric of his pants. The sun might scorch from on high, but Henrietta had heated him from inside. He slid his hand down her back and onto the saturated panties of her bikini. Cupping a buttock, he squeezed and she responded by gripping his forearms tighter.
Let her play her silly games, he decided. He’d keep his side of the bargain and that included his right to punish her. He hooked the bikini bottoms with his thumb and lowered it over the lobes of her ass, baring it.
“You keep lying, Hen.”
“Anna,” she said swiftly. “Anna, please.”
Her heart was lying next to his body and he was sure he felt it flutter harder when she said the name. He’d agreed to the request and given how odd she was behaving, calling her something different was becoming increasingly helpful. “Anna,” he reiterated. “Are there any other skills you’ve acquired that I should know about?” He lifted his hand and smacked it against her right ass cheek. He’d used a measure of force and his palm stung.
Her eyes blinked several times as she assimilated the slap. A wet bottom would make it feel worse than a dry one. Looping his arm around her waist, he held her tighter. She braced herself against his chest and pinioned his arms with her fingertips.
The second smack cracked against her other cheek. The sound ricocheted around the terraces and off the tiles around the pool. She toppled into him and buried her face in his lapels. Rising on tiptoes, she knocked her heels together, jiggling slightly at the impromptu spanking.
“I should have spanked you this morning,” he remarked with regret.
“But, you didn’t,” she said quietly.
“I have to know this is worth it. Anna. This person you’re trying to be. A new leaf turning over? It has to be real, as real as that piece of paper we both signed. If I find out you’re fucking me over, going behind my back still, then you’ll not get a cent. No nice clean divorce. No kiss goodbye and good luck. I want this to work. I think deep down, you want it too.” He stroked her hot cheek. Two hard smacks had delivered enough for now. He lifted the bikini back over her bottom.
She moaned, a strange cry. Relieved or disappointed? He couldn’t tell.