“Why did you become a criminal lawyer?” I asked.
“Ah, so now it’s my turn to tell you about me?” He smirked.
“It’s only fair.” I smiled.
His face fell flat as his eyes stared into mine.
“What?” I asked.
“You have a beautiful smile, Paige. I do believe that is the first time I’ve really seen you smile since we met.”
“That is not true.” I splashed water at him.
“Yes, it is.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I always wanted to be a lawyer. It’s what we were groomed for since the day my brothers and I were born. When I was thirteen, a close friend of mine was arrested for shooting his abusive father. I wanted my father to defend him, but he was in Europe that summer. His family didn’t have much, and he was assigned a public defender fresh out of law school. The prosecutor destroyed her defense based on illegal interrogation tactics, fabricated timelines, and evidence that should never have made it to the judge. I knew that because I’d watch my father in court all the time. The prosecutor obliterated her to the point where she stopped trying to defend my friend. The jury found him guilty and sentenced him to five years in juvenile detention. When he turned eighteen, he was sent to prison for another ten years. It was the moment I heard them say, ‘We find the defendant guilty,’ that I knew I needed to become a criminal defense lawyer. Everyone should get a fair trial. It doesn’t matter what the charges are. For my friend, it wasn’t fair at all. It was a witch hunt because the District Attorney at the time was up for re-election. I’d heard that afterthat case, the public defender moved out to New York and went into divorce law.”
“Wow. I’m sorry for your friend. Do you still talk to him?”
“No. Last I heard, he moved to New Mexico after his release. Wanna race to the other side of the pool and back?” A sexy grin crossed his lips.
“You won’t be mad when I win?”
“Sweetheart, I’ll have you know that I was on the swim team all of high school and college, breaking records.”
“First, don’t call me sweetheart. Second, let’s go.” I smiled.
“On the count of three,” Parker said. “One. Two. Three.”
We pushed off the wall and swam across the pool. When we reached the other end, we pushed off again back to the other side, where I touched the wall at least three seconds before Parker did.
“Not fair,” he panted, hanging onto the edge of the pool. “You didn’t tell me they turned you into a mermaid.” A sexy smirk crossed his lips.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t be such a sore loser. I warned you, Hamilton.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” He grinned, gripping my hips as my arms wrapped around his neck.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Paige Winters.” He leaned his forehead against mine.
I swallowed hard because I could feel myself softening when I was with him.
“You don’t have to say that,” I said.
“I only speak the truth.” The corners of his mouth curved upward as he tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. “Let’s go inside, and I’ll show you just how beautiful you are.”
Sex with him was incredible, and I wanted him, maybe a little too much.
“Let’s go.” I smiled.
He grabbed my hand, led me into the house, and up to the primary bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I figured we both could use a shower.” He winked, turning on the water.
He pulled off his swim trunks and kicked them across the bathroom floor as I stared at his semi-hard cock, noting the perfection God had given him. I took off my bikini and climbed into the shower. His hands roamed up and down my body as the hot water cascaded down on us.
“Wasn’t this a good idea?” he asked, his lips pressing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“It was.” I softly moaned as his fingers dipped inside me, hitting just the right spot.