The Pool

Charlotte Sins lays stretched out like trouble waiting to happen, her skin catching every ray of sun. The pool boy's been watching—Codey Steele—half scared, half hard. She gets tired of the game. Walks straight to him, says it plain. Come up. Now. Door clicks shut behind them. She peels off her suit slow, sits back on the bed and spreads her legs wide. Tells him exactly what she wants, how she gets off, what she craves. Each filthy detail makes him twitch. Then she fingers herself open, watching him watch her. Turns out he’s got the same dirty streak. Same hunger. Same need to push the edge. They fall into it hard—no hesitation, no holding back—until the heat breaks and leaves them wrecked and grinning.