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I put one finger on Lou’s lips. “Not yet,” I whispered. “I want to see you two first.”
Lou’s eyes went huge, then dark and delighted. She looked over her shoulder at Gary. “Did you hear that?”
“I heard it,” he said, a bit strangled.
I took my glass and a lounger and sat down in the shadows beside the pool like a woman at the theatre. Lou climbed out of the water, slow, dripping, golden, took Gary by the hand and led him to the wide stone edge, ten feet from me.
She kissed him. It was nothing like a stranger’s kiss. It was ten years of knowing exactly what the other one liked. He peeled her bikini bottoms off, and she knelt on the warm stone with her back arched and her eyes fixed on mine, and he knelt behind her, and put his hands on her hips.
“Look at her, Gary,” Lou said. “Look at her watching us.”
He pushed into her with one long groan. I heard the wet sound of it. I watched her face go slack and her breasts swing and his thick cock disappearing into her over and over, and my hand had found its way inside my wrap dress and under my bikini before I even decided to do it. I was soaked. My thighs were trembling.
“Sophie,” Lou gasped, between thrusts. “Love. There’s room.”
The whole villa smelled of chlorine and sex and prosecco. My fingers were slick. The moon had come out over the palms.