Olivia

I moaned, my hands finding his wet shoulders for support. Alexander pressed me against the pool's edge, his hard body flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, including the unmistakable hardness growing against my stomach.

"Fuck, Liv," he growled against my mouth. "You taste so good."

His hands slid down to my waist, then lower to cup my ass, lifting me slightly so his erection pressed against my core. Even through two layers of swimwear, ...