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  Yasmine noticed Cannon walk out onto the patio. He slipped his T-shirt over his head, exposing his smooth chest and six-pack of abs. His butterscotch skin was gorgeous as the sun glistened on his hard muscles. He jumped off of the diving board into the deep end of the pool and swam effortlessly to the other side. Lifting his head up to take a breath, he up-righted himself and waded in the water when he saw her. Their eyes locked. His gaze perused over her body and that’s when she remembered she was wearing a black string bikini. A wicked smile crossed his face.

  “Did you have a nice nap, Yaz?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes.

  “Yes. I needed my rest. Someone keeps putting me to sleep.”

  “Just doing my job.” He pretended to brush fake dust off of his shoulder.

  She laughed. “Well, you should receive the Employee of the Year award.”

  “You’re coming to join me in the pool?” He lifted himself out of the water and stood on the cement. Water glided down his body, and his blue swim trunks clung to his thighs, exposing a slight erection. “It’s nice and warm.”

  “No …” she stammered at his fine physique. “I’m going down to the beach to finish reading my book. You know the one I was going to read earlier before someone scooped me up and tossed me on the bed?”

  “Well … if you change your mind, I’ll be here.” He winked and jumped back into the water.

  Five minutes later, she placed her tote bag on the lounge chair, threw off her sarong, and sat on the edge of the pool while Cannon swam a few laps not noticing she was there. She loved the water, but because she didn’t know how to swim, she preferred lounging by the pool.

  When Cannon realized she was sitting there, he smiled and waved from the other side.

  “I see you changed your mind?”

  “Yep. I’ll go out to the beach in a little bit. I wanted to watch you swim.” She didn’t even know why she was going to go the beach when she wanted to spend every single possible moment with him. The thought of going back to Atlanta soon made her sad. She wished she didn’t have the two classes to teach during the summer session, but she’d already signed her contract.

  He went under the water in a straight target to her. When he surfaced, he lifted up between her legs, placing them on his shoulders.

  “Hey you.” He leaned in for a kiss.

  “Don’t pull me into this water,” she said, laughing and trying to move her legs back, but he wrapped his arms around them, holding them firmly on his shoulders

  A sexy grin crossed his face. “I thought you liked your legs on my shoulders.”

  “I do on land, not in the water. You know I can’t swim.”

  “Still can’t swim, huh? None of your ex boyfriends taught you how?”

  “Very funny.” She scooted back on the cement, and he let go.

  “Slide into the water with me.”

  “I’m good.”

  “Don’t you trust me?”

  “Yes,” she said with a wide smile. She knew where this conversation was going to end up just by the lazy, seductive tone of his words.

  “Leave your shades on the side and come in. I know you’re not wearing that sexy bikini just to walk around in, even though I do appreciate it.”

  She laid her shades on the concrete and slid into the warm water with her back against the wall of the pool. They were in five feet so her feet did touch the bottom, but at five foot six, she was reluctant to leave her spot. She loved the water, but she’d never been thrilled with being under it after her swim coach tossed her into the deep end when she was only seven. It terrified her because she wasn’t expecting to be thrown in, and she refused to go back to the lessons.

  “Go out with me to the middle.” His arms came around her waist, and he moved her body a few inches away from the wall. “I got you.”

  She could feel his penis floating around her stomach through his trunks. How can this man possibly be hard in the water? Oh wait. I’m wearing a string bikini.

  “Just hold onto me.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m not going to let you go.” He lifted her legs around his torso, and she held onto his neck, probably tighter than necessary.

  “Are you okay, Angel face?”

  “Yes.” And she was because he was holding her, and she trusted him with all of her heart.

  “I’m not going to take you to the deep end … well at least not in the water.” He winked and kissed her softly on the lips. “Just going to carry you out to the middle, and when you feel comfortable, lift your legs back behind you.”

  “I’d rather they stay wrapped around you.” She laughed nervously as she tightened her grip on him.

  He chuckled as he walked backwards with her slowly out to the middle, keeping his gaze on her. “You trust me, baby?”

  “I’m not too heavy?”

  “Ha. You’re weightless in the water. But answer my question.”

  “Yes, I trust you.”

  “Good. Lift your legs. I got you.”

  She loosened her grip around his torso, but tightened her arms around his neck. Slowly, she lifted her legs out behind her as straight as possible, and he continued wading backwards.

  “Move your legs under the water … you know, as if you’re swimming.” He gave her an encouraging smile, and she began to move her legs as instructed.

  “You’re a very good swim teacher. You’ve done this before?” she asked, thinking how many other women had he done this with. Besides golf, swimming was his other favorite sport, which was why his house was located in a golf community, and he had an indoor pool so he could swim anytime he wanted to.

  “Nope. Only you, my dear.” He turned his back toward the deep end.

  “Just checking.”

  “You want to go further?” he asked, releasing her hands from around his neck and holding her arms stretched out from him.

  She sighed. So far she was comfortable, but now she wasn’t so sure. She needed baby steps. “How many feet is further?” she asked with a croak in her throat.

  “Its six feet deep.”

  “Um … hello. I’m only five foot six.” She refused to panic, but she wasn’t exactly thrilled either.

  “I’m six foot one.”

  “Barely. How about we go toward the three feet part instead?” She started to pull his arms.

  “How about you trust me,” he answered sincerely.

  “Cannon …”

  “Trust me, Angel face. I’m not going to let you go.”

  She took a deep breath. “All right. I trust you.”

  He began to wade backwards with her paddling her legs for dear life. When they made it to the other side, he turned her so that her body was against the wall of the pool. Wrapping her legs around him again, she held onto his neck. He placed his arms over her shoulders as he held onto the side of the pool.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but can we get out now?”

  “Sure, but you do realize that I wasn’t going to let you go?” he asked in a serious tone.

  “Of course, baby.”

  “Good, because I love you, Yasmine, and I’m never letting you go again.”

  Happy tears welled in her eyes. “I love you, too, Cannon. Always have.”

  An hour later, she rested her head on his bare chest, drawing circles around his scar and breathing in his fresh scent. They’d made love and then took a shower together to wash off the chlorine.

  “Yasmine?”

  “Yes?”

  “What are we going to do about the long distance? I know you have to go back to Atlanta but …”

  “I guess we’ll be putting more miles on our cars and earning frequent flier miles.”

  “Humph. You just came back into my life, and now I can’t even see you like I need to.”

  “Not true. My schedule is a lot more flexible than yours. I’m an adjunct professor. I don’t have classes every day. Heck, I don’t even have my own office. I have to share wi
th another adjunct.”

  “What’s your class schedule like during the fall?” He sat up, placing his back on the headboard, taking her with him.

  “I don’t know at the moment. The two classes I teach for the summer session are both on Mondays and Wednesdays for eight weeks.”

  He sighed. “So you can fly out to Memphis every Wednesday night and fly back on Sundays?”

  “Most of the time. I have other responsibilities, but they fall more so during the school year. I teach a lot of workshops for the different school systems. That’s how I make my bread and butter.”

  He kissed the top of her forehead. “I’ll pay for your plane tickets, and I’ll come to Atlanta as well. We’ll make it work. I’m not losing you again.”

  She looked up at him. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Even if I grow another head and a third eye on my chest?” he joked.

  “Especially then. That means two handsome faces to look at and kiss on.”

  “What about the third eye on my chest?”

  “Okay … that may be a deal breaker.” She laughed as he flipped her over and his lips came crushing down on hers. He parted her legs and in one stroke was buried completely inside of her. Okay, so maybe I’ll think about the third eye …

  *****

  On their last night on the island after they ate the delicious lobster dinner the chef had prepared, they relaxed in the hot tub staring up at the stars and sipping on champagne. Cannon had turned off the outside lights and lit candles all around the hot tub. It created a romantic ambience when she walked outside completely shocked by his surprise. He had champagne cooling and Duke Ellington strummed through the speakers that looked like rocks in the landscape.

  It was simply amazing, and she didn’t want their time on the beach getaway to end. After planning the wedding for their friends, they definitely needed the vacation. The only thing left was Doug’s bachelor party, which was going to be held in Las Vegas thanks to Rasheed who was letting Cannon use his private jet and connections to stay at a penthouse of one of the casinos. They were to fly out after the rehearsal dinner on Thursday night and come back early Saturday morning.

  Yasmine had already begun plans for Sherika’s wedding shower/bachelorette party that would last all day on Friday, beginning that morning at the spa with facials, mani/pedis, massages, and a brunch catered by Shelbi. In attendance would be the bridesmaids, Sherika’s mother, aunts, and friends. Because Doug and Sherika were moving to Madrid, they didn’t want to ship a lot of wedding gifts over. Instead, in lieu of gifts they asked for donations in their name to be donated to their favorite charities. That evening, the real festivities were to begin without Sherika’s mother and aunts at the bachelorette party at Yasmine’s house. She convinced her mother—which wasn’t hard to do—to spend the night at her boyfriend’s home.

  Yasmine was glad her and Cannon finally had a conversation about their relationship and that it would turn long distance soon. She definitely didn’t mind flying to Memphis on most weekends to visit. She’d done that when her mother first started her chemo treatments, but it started to wear on Yasmine mentally and physically, which was why she decided to take the sabbatical. But now this situation was different. She couldn’t go to Memphis every single weekend to visit. They both had work commitments and other obligations. What about the times when he would have to go out of the country for Doctors Unlimited? She completely understood those trips, but there could be two to three months where he would be gone at a time. He’d told her a few weeks ago that because of the practice, he didn’t like to be out of the country for extended amounts of time. However, he was the CEO of Doctors Unlimited, and he checked on the clinics to ensure everything was running smoothly especially the newer ones.

  She sipped her champagne and stared at the handsome man sitting across from her with a sexy expression on his face.

  “What are you gazing at?” she asked, gliding over to his side of the hot tub and sitting next to him. He placed his arm around her, and she nuzzled on his shoulder.

  “You’ve been daydreaming for the past five minutes. Whatcha thinking about?”

  “Just how relaxing this trip has been. I haven’t really just breathed since I found out my mother had breast cancer. I feel like I’ve been on the move nonstop, and add in planning Sherika’s wedding.”

  “And then me.”

  “Yes, you, but I’m so happy you’re back in my life. I don’t even know how I lived it without you.”

  “I ask that myself every day especially now when I watch you sleep.”

  “Wait.” She sat up and faced him with a wide grin on her face. “When do you do that?”

  “Sometimes, I get back up once I’ve put you to sleep and do some work on my laptop, and I can’t help but glance over at your angelic face.” He trailed a finger down her cheek, raised her hand, and kissed it gently. “I have to admit, now that you’re back in my life, I sleep so much better. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you move back to Atlanta this summer.”

  She sighed, for she didn’t know either. “We’ll work it out.” She squeezed his hand, and he pulled her onto his lap, pressing her forehead against his. “Just take it one step at a time like we’ve been doing.”

  He kissed her gently, coiling his tongue around hers in a slow, tender caress releasing erotic moans from her. His hands glided down her back, unhooking her bikini top on the way to her derrière, cupping it and bringing her closer to him. His manhood was nestled in between her thighs, and she wanted to remove his swim trunks and ease herself down on his hardened cannon. The warmth of his lips trailed down to her neck as he removed the bikini top. She leaned back from him, her hair touching the water as he licked and sucked on her neck.

  “Are you trying to brand me?” she asked, knowing all that hard sucking would definitely leave a mark.

  He laughed quietly. “Already did years ago all over your sexy ass body. Why do you think no other man has ever triggered your erogenous spots?”

  “Arrogant ass.”

  “Thank you.” He pulled her up, slid out his trunks, and placed her back on his lap. His hand glided under the water and moved aside her thong bikini bottoms. Lifting her up, he pushed her back down onto his glorious rod inch by inch until he was buried in her to the hilt, hitting her g-spot immediately. Her breathing stifled as she wiggled her hips to get comfortable. Whenever she was on top of him, she always needed to readjust to accommodate his size as a slight pain shot through her gut. His hands clenched her bottom, and he began to move her up and down at a slow pace, eliciting muffled moans from her. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and held onto his shoulders, digging her fingernails into them. This sensual momentum was inflicting passionate waves of heat to crash through her, and she began to speed up their rhythm. Her amorous cries became more fervent in the night air.

  He pulled her head out of his neck so that they were face to face. “Oh, so you want it faster?” A sinful smirk inched across his lips.

  She leaned over and whispered in his ear making sure her tongue was in it, “I want it every way.”

  And with that, he began meeting her halfway with hard thrusts, setting her insides on fire. The water around them began to splash out of the hot tub, extinguishing most of the candles, and their erotic moans silenced Ellington’s piano masterpiece.

  The build up to her climax came as soon as he entered her, and she rocked back into the water as he pulled her to him over and over until she slumped on his chest trying to catch her breath.

  “How else do you want it?”

  “From … the back.”

  “Oh you up for all kinds of challenges tonight?” he said, lifting her off of him. He stood and grabbed a towel from the side, folded it, and placed it back on top of the hot tub.

  “It’s not a challenge,” she said with a slight neck roll. “I can handle what belongs to me.”

  It was completely dark except for one lone candle, but she could see his sexy s
mile and his eyebrows go up.

  “Oh really? Place your knees up here.”

  “With pleasure.” Once she was in position, she wondered what the hell he was doing back there. She heard the water move behind her, but he still hadn’t entered, and she was shuddering with anticipation. And then she felt his hand caress the back of her neck while the other one settled his penis between her butt cheeks, moving it up and down but not entering just yet. Dammit, he is about to drive me crazy tonight.

  He moved his body over hers and replaced his fingers on her neck with his blazing tongue, releasing an earth-shattering cry. He moved his free hand around to her breasts, kneading and tantalizing them. She banged her palm on the side of the hot tub. How much more stimulation could she take she didn’t know. She was so engrossed with his tongue dancing wickedly on the back of her neck, a long surprising gasp escaped from her when he entered with one long thrust. She almost fell over, but he held onto her hips tightly. He pushed her all the way out from him and then all the way back with one long motion over and over. No inch by inch this time. She couldn’t contain her passionate moans that became louder with every second. She hoped no one called the police, but the good thing about the Arrington beach house was it was completely secluded. However, as loud as she was, she swore she was breaking the sound barrier.