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pleased when she gasped.  He felt her muscles tighten around his cock. Her warm, wet haven felt unlike anything he’d experienced before and no matter how much of her he got, he wanted more.
    “Take a deep breath,” he said.  “Then blow slow, tiny bubbles out your mouth.”
    “What?” she asked.  A bead of sweat dampened her brow.  Surely not from the mid-morning heat.
    “Fill your lungs with air, then blow.  Nice and slow.”
    Then he dipped them below the surface of the water.  Her eyes widened.  He brought them back up.
    “You got it?” he asked.  “Don’t hold your breath.  Inhale, go under, then bubbles.”
    She breathed heavily, then nodded.
    DeMarco let their bodies float back underwater.  When he was confident she was blowing steady bubbles from her lips, he began taking her again, grinding himself into her in slow, deep rhythms.  Their unwieldy bodies floated beneath the water.  As good as her body felt, it didn’t compare to the feeling that shot through him when she leaned her head back in complete rapture.  Reese blew small bubbles to the surface as she craned her bare neck.  Her legs and arms were wrapped around him like an old robe.  She moved faster, her eyes closed, then a shockwave coursed through her.  After DeMarco felt her come, he allowed himself the same release.  He buried his head into her breasts, swollen like firm peaches, and together they crashed to the surface, breathless and panting for air.
    And then the damnedest thing happened.
    Reese slid from his embrace, floated back beneath the water and swam like a goddamned mermaid to the steps of the pool.
    Flabbergasted, DeMarco watched as she emerged.  His still hard penis began to stir at the sight of her. 
    “What a second,” he said.  He swam to the steps where she had already picked up her clothing.  “Where do you think you’re going?  And what was all that about, anyway?”
    Reese discreetly held the clothes in front of her and shrugged.  “Guess you’re a better teacher than you thought.”
    “What are you up to, Reese?”
    Reese’s brows dipped.  “I’ve no idea what you’re referring to.  Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to take the rest of the day off like the rest of the staff.”
    What kind of game is she running?
    DeMarco was  about to dismiss her when he noticed something glimmering in her hair.  A barrette?  Curiosity nudged him out of the pool.  He walked to her.  She took a tentative step back.
    “Afraid?” he asked.
    “Not of you.”
    “Did you like it?”
    She opened her mouth, but whatever sarcastic retort was about to shoot out of her mouth like a bullet froze on her lips. 
    It was all the confirmation he needed.
    Again, something shiny in her hair reflected light from the sun.   What is that? DeMarco walked closer to inspect it.
    Reese turned to walk away.
    “Whoa there, Princess.  Not so fast.”
    She tried to pull away from his grasp which only solidified DeMarco’s suspicions. 
    He reached inside her limp, wet hair that was, somehow, miraculously still holding on to that silly updo.
    “What the hell?”  Marco’s fingers touched metal.  He began to slip the object from her hair.  Gold.  “Well, I’ll be damned.”
    DeMarco untangled his watch from her hair, which had been nestled inside like an egg in a bird’s nest.
    “This is a one-hundred thousand dollar watch,” he said.  “Are you trying to steal from me?”
    “I like to think of it as a pre-payment for services rendered,” Reese said. 
    DeMarco didn’t like to be used.  And no one made a fool of him. 
    “You’ve got a thirty-minute head start,” he said, trying to contain his anger.  “And then I’m coming to find you.”
    “And when you find me?  Surely you wouldn’t hit a woman.”
    “No, I wouldn’t.”  DeMarco said, anger rising in him with the speed of a submarine rising from the depths of the ocean.  “But I would hurt Lester.”  The smirk on her lips