Marco had been holding back and Suzy knew it now — every careful, slow thrust had been a leash on something far rougher and the leash snapped.

His hands gripped her ass hard enough to make her gasp, lifting and slamming her down onto him with no more pretense of quietness.

The water splashed softly against the pool wall with each movement as their bodies moved in a rhythm meant for privacy but executed in full view.

Her fingers clutched at his wet hair, her breath coming faster. ...