Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF Page B

reminded herself of her philosophy about men. They had their places. She was put on earth to make sure men like Jules remembered that.
    Instead of giving her motto merit, she thought about Jules and wondered what it would feel like to have his thick arms wrapped around her bare belly and his cock pressed against her thigh. She imagined her arms around his neck, his lips traveling over her own.
    Gasping for a breath, she dove into the water headfirst. Why on earth had she thought she could take on a man like Jules in the first place?
    She’d never given much thought to finding her cake and eating it, too. Typically, she enjoyed licking off the icing and placing the slice back on the platter.
    “Brr,” she cried out through gritted teeth when her head popped out of the water.
    He sat upright. “Cold, huh?”
    “Freezing,” she replied, bouncing around in the water with her arms looped around her middle.
    Jules narrowed his gaze. “Damn it,” he growled looking across the patio and then back at her chest. No mistake about it. Jules likely wanted to see what kind of evidence her body provided. She was cold all right and her nipples spiked with proof.
    She was also aroused. His heated gaze only made her more certain of his appraisal. He didn’t have a bit of control.
    Maybe she should hide temptation. She bent her knees and knelt in the water. He stretched his neck as if he needed a better view.
    “Brogan must’ve left without turning on the heater. Come here, I’ll show you how to do it.” He strode across the concrete and stood in front of the pool heater hidden behind a few low tree branches.
    She didn’t move.
    “Get out or swim over here.”
    “I’m too cold,” she whined, floating toward the steps.
    Jules knelt next to the pool and stuck his hand in the water. “Good Lord, child, come here. It probably is cold. The thermometer reads sixty-eight degrees. We normally keep it around eighty-five or ninety.”
    “I’m not a kid,” she grumbled, rushing for the side ladder.
    “I never said—” He paused. “Yeah, I guess I did. Sorry. It’s habit. You know, when Serena is around.”
    “I thought I wasn’t family.”
    “You’re not. And you don’t remind me of Serena.”
    “Or a kid?”
    He snickered. “Not a chance.”
    Jules made his way behind the pool bar. The décor resembled a Caribbean hut with glasses hanging from the ceiling.
    Given the reputation the Evans brothers earned, she assumed the area had a profound party purpose. When he walked out from behind the bar, Jules carried a large blue beach towel with a beer logo imprinted in the center.
    Holding the towel open, he said, “I won’t look.”
    Sassy and proud of what she had, she really didn’t care if he gawked. Even though she wore a white swimsuit, the lining and built-in cups would guarantee he didn’t see much.
    She hurried out of the pool and straight for the large towel, prancing as the morning wind kicked up a notch. She shivered all over, thinking it wouldn’t be a bad move to play up the chill factor.
    He wrapped his arms around her, patting her back as if he were attempting to dry her. Lowering his head to hers, Jules startled her when a masculine growl slipped from his lips. He was a whisper away and close enough to kiss her.
    “Thank you,” she said, expressing her gratitude but trying to wiggle free of his muscular arms.
    He refused to let her go. “You’re welcome,”
    “This is thoughtful,” she added nervously.
    “What? The towel or the hug?”
    “Is that what this is?”
    He chuckled and released her. “Get yourself some breakfast and make yourself at home.” He put some space between them. He should’ve sprinted away because it was obvious he had a little trouble walking.
    Men were so predictable.
    Jules could leave the pool without looking back, but sooner or later, he wouldn’t be able to resist her. Then again, she might want to consider what she was doing before she played games with a pro.
    She was