His cock sprang free, thick and long and already glistening at the tip. My brain short-circuited. He was bigger than any of the boys I’d fooled around with. Way bigger. And the way he wrapped his hand around the base and gave one slow stroke while he stepped into the pool—Jesus.

The water rose up his powerful thighs, over his hips, and he kept coming. Straight toward me. Water sluicing down his chest, his abs, the V-lines that pointed straight to that gorgeous cock.

I was breathing so fast I was almost panting. “Mr. Daniels… we shouldn’t—”

He reached me in three long strides. One big hand slid under the...