Chapter 8

I scanned the backyard carefully. The tall wooden fence provided complete privacy, and the house was empty. Tan lines had always annoyed me. With a quick tug, I undid the strings of my bikini top, letting it slip to the ground, my bare breasts exposed to the warm sunlight. My fingers trailed over them, my nipples hardening instantly at the contact.

I hesitated for just a second, my fingers hovering over the ties of my bikini bottoms. Going topless was freeing, but full nudity? That was another level of daring. After a brief pause, I untied the tiny fabric and let it drop beside the pool.

Completely naked, I dove into the water, gliding effortlessly through the cool liquid, relishing the way it caressed every inch of my bare skin.

"Scarlett!"

Harrison's sharp voice cut through the quiet. I surfaced, water streaming down my face, and found him standing frozen beside my discarded swimsuit. His expression told me everything—he knew exactly what I wasn’t wearing.

I climbed out slowly, water cascading down my body, my dark hair clinging to my shoulders. The sudden chill in the air made my nipples tighten further, and I could feel his gaze burning into me, following the droplets as they slid down my stomach, between my thighs.

I kept myself perfectly smooth, and under his stare, I could feel the heat building, a different kind of wetness forming.

"Cover yourself!" Harrison finally snapped, thrusting a towel at me.

I took it but made no move to wrap up. Instead, I dragged the soft fabric over my skin, deliberately letting my breasts and ass remain exposed as I dried off. I twisted the towel around my hair, squeezing out the excess water before tossing it aside and stretching out on the lounge chair.

"It’s not a big deal," I said, slipping on my sunglasses with a slow, deliberate motion. "We’re family, right, Daddy?" I let the word linger, smirking as I spread my legs just slightly, knowing exactly what he’d see.

I heard his sharp inhale. The sunglasses hid my eyes, but I could see the way his swim trunks strained against his growing erection.

I’d done that. Just by existing.

Harrison turned abruptly and plunged into the pool, probably hoping the water would cool him down. But it wasn’t that cold, and I had no intention of letting him escape so easily.

He swam a few laps before floating lazily on an inflatable raft. The black fabric of his trunks did nothing to hide his arousal, though he seemed determined to pretend otherwise.

Time to push further.

With a loud, exaggerated stretch, I arched my back, thrusting my chest upward, letting my thighs fall open even wider. My fingers trailed idly between my legs, tracing my slick folds, spreading the wetness already gathering there.

I glanced toward the pool. Harrison had rolled onto his side, his cock straining toward me. His hand twitched at his hip, fighting the urge to touch himself.

Encouraged, I parted my lips with two fingers, the slick sound unmistakable.

Harrison finally gave in, shoving his trunks down. My breath caught at the sight—thick, long, exactly what every girl fantasized about.

The thought of him inside me had me aching. I circled my entrance with two fingers before sliding them in, gasping loudly, making sure he heard every sound.

On the raft, Harrison wrapped his hand around himself, stroking in time with my movements.

"Daddy," I moaned, hips rocking against my hand. My thumb brushed my clit, and I cried out, pleasure shooting through me. I was close, but I didn’t want this to end.

I watched him, so close yet untouchable. His hand moved roughly, lips parted, tongue darting out as if imagining my taste.

"Daddy," I panted, the pressure building. "I’m going to come."

"Me too, Scarlett," he growled, his strokes growing frantic.

I pressed hard against my clit as I shattered, crying his name over and over as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

Harrison let out a deep groan, his release spilling into the water. He stroked himself through the aftershocks before collapsing back onto the raft.

Abruptly, he yanked his trunks up and dove under, swimming to the far end before storming into the house, leaving wet footprints behind.

I lay there, satisfied and sticky, the scent of chlorine and sex thick in the air.