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"My stamina is elite."

"We'll assess that shortly."

The private suite steals whatever comeback I had loaded.

Audrey waves a key card over the lock, and inside, a heated stone pool stretches toward floor-to-ceiling windows, and beyond the glass, the mountains disappear into the dark.

Steam curls off the water, with underwater lights turning it pale blue beneath the surface. A sauna waits in one corner beside a rainfall shower, with thick white robes hanging from hooks.

Audrey has ordered a 'recovery platter' of sparkling water, warm towels, and chocolate-dipped strawberries. She looks over it all with a straight face that might be subtle if she didn't look so damn sexy.

"Very professional," I say.

"I thought so."

She smiles at me softly, then without another word, she pulls her jersey over her head and—

"Holy shit, Audrey."

She's naked underneath. Completely naked.

Her nipples are tight already, her stomach soft and gorgeous, and she steps out of her leggings and walks past me into the water like she hasn't just given me a goddamn heart attack.

"Are you coming?" she asks over her shoulder, her round ass slowly slipping beneath the warm water. "Or is the bruised hand affecting your whole body?"

I look down. My hand aches from the blocked shot.

But every other part of me is violently, insistently functional.

I'm out of my clothes in seconds and into the water after her, and the heat swallows me to the chest, but it's got nothing on her.

I crowd her back against the warm stone edge of the pool, the water moving around us as my hands finding her hips beneath the surface. Her breath catches as my mouth lands on her neck and I lick her skin and taste her.

"You wore my name all night," I say against her skin, biting gently, sucking and nibbling anywhere I can reach. "All game. In front of everyone. Was that really wise?"

"It was laundry day."

"Liar."

I drag my teeth along her collarbone, loving how she sinks into me.

Her arms loop around my neck, and her legs wrap around my waist beneath the water, buoyant and slippery and lethal.

"For the record, I didn't book this suite to protect your self-control."

"Good. Because it was gone the second I saw your nipples again."

I lower my mouth to her breasts and she gasps as I suck one tight nipple between my lips, my good hand gripping her ass, fingers sinking into that thick, perfect curve.

She grinds against my cock, and the friction under the water pulls a sound out of me that I muffle against her chest.

"Oh, hello again," she murmurs, delighted, rolling her hips over my cock. "The controlled captain. Swearing into my cleavage."

"Keep doing that and see what happens to the controlled captain."

Of course, she keeps doing that.

She moves against me with the water helping her become weightless. I grip the pool edge with my bruised hand hard enough to hurt because the alternative is finishing this before it starts.