Six

I stepped outside, the cool evening air brushing against my skin as I walked toward the pool.

The soft glow of the underwater lights illuminated the water, casting rippling reflections onto the stone deck. And then I saw her.

Arabella.

She moved through the water with hypnotic grace, her body slicing through it like a siren born to the sea.

The tiny red latex bikini she wore clung to her every curve, not just accentuating but celebrating each perfect dip and line of her frame.

It was sinfully bold, molding to her like a jealous lover, making her breasts look fuller, her wet skin gleaming like polished marble under...