Catch Me Falling by Elizabeth Sade

work a lot.” She turned her attention back to the computer.
    “You might want to take tomorrow off.”
    “I can’t, but thanks for the input.” She looked at him, her expression a mixture of nervous and skeptical. “Why?”
    “You’ll be a bit sore, after today.” He leaned in, his breath tickling her ear. “Remember those three hours of fun you promised me?”
    And he could practically see her brain go straight down the gutter. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed pink. Even her ears were turning pink. “Naughty girl.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her head, then turned to the computer.
    “Am I going to regret this?” Alexa muttered.
    “Multiple times,” he assured her. His smile was wicked.
    She squirmed in her chair, and the blush began spreading down her neck, too.
    Good.
    Finally they closed the last file. It was two hours past noon and his stomach was rumbling. Breakfast was a faint memory.
    “Can we go see the lake?” Alexa looked at him, apparently no longer bothered by the fact he had nearly pulled her onto his lap. Between his arm over her shoulder and his thigh pressed against hers, he had been so very close to doing that exact thing.
    “Lunch first, then lake.”
    Her stomach rumbled at the mention of food, and she sighed.
    He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Follow me.”

Chapter 9
    “ H ere’s a wet suit .” Isaac handed it to her. She took it, tested the thick material, trying to stretch it. “It should be your size. If not, let me know and I’ll exchange it.”
    She nodded, her swim bag in hand. “I’ll come downstairs when I’m done changing?”
    “Sounds good.” He studied her for a moment, smiled, and then headed down the hall. What was down there? Probably his bedroom. He hadn’t said anything about taking her there, screwing her there, and she was glad. That was too much.
    She headed to the guest bathroom, feeling the same exhilaration she had the first time she had been inside it. It was huge, twice the size of a walk-in closet. There was a large tub with more nozzles than she could count. Three sinks, a large linen closet, a full-length mirror, a stand-up shower with two showerheads, and all sorts of accoutrements. It was so grand, so large, and she felt so small.
    She changed into her swimsuit, then pulled the wetsuit on, feeling more secure with her scars covered. She had sex with Isaac, but she didn’t let him see her. He didn’t need to see all of her for that. She didn’t want him to.
    Looking in the mirror, Alexa couldn’t help but be impressed by the fit of the wet suit. Even with her taller height, five eight, the wet suit ended at her ankles, and went down to her wrists. Maybe a bit overkill in a warmer place, but given Washington’s penchant for random cold weather during the summer, it would keep them in the water longer than the temperature would otherwise allow.
    She took a deep breath, then left her bag in the bathroom and headed downstairs.
    He was standing there, dressed in a wetsuit of his own. She stared, distracted by the sight of him. The fabric was thick, yes, but it hugged the contours of his body in a way that sent arousal spiraling through her.
    “Ready to go?” He smiled at her, his grin roguish and playful.
    Her heart leaped in her chest, and her stomach did a somersault. “Yes.”
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    T hey were floating in the water, buoyed by life vests. Isaac’s neighbor, Mike, was driving the boat, giving Isaac the chance to teach Alexa. “It’ll only work a couple times,” he murmured into her ear. “We’re too big.”
    She shivered despite the warmth of him against her. She was floating on top of him, his hard body pressed against hers even through the wet suit. Both of their feet were bound to the larger, tandem wakeboard, built for two people. It was amazing and exhilarating at the same time.
    “Grab the triangle between my hands, okay?”
    She nodded, her smaller hands squeezing in between his large ones.
    “Ready?” he