Ripping the note off the door, she decided that if he’d stood her up, she was going to break into his condo and cut up all his ties. She opened the note and frowned as she read it: Level 28.

Heading back to the elevators, she refolded the paper. She waited for an elevator to open and then stepped inside. Looking at the panel, she hit the button for the twenty-eighth floor. As it ascended, her nerves slowly crept up again. Where the hell is he? And what is on floor twenty-eight? Trying not to let her imagination get the best of her, she held her breath until the doors opened.

As she stepped out onto the floor, the first thing she was hit with was the smell of chlorine. She spotted a single plastic chair and draped her coat across it before turning to look at the full-length pool in front of her. Taking a hesitant step forward in her silver-buckled black Mary Janes, she looked down to the white concrete floor where she was now standing.

Glancing around, she found the space was completely empty, and then she heard a splash in the water. Moving her eyes back to the pool in front of her, she watched as a man powered with perfect form through the water toward her. His arms sliced through the surface with absolute precision on each stroke, and as he glided closer to her, Rachel could do nothing but stare. She knew she was looking at Cole, but she just didn’t know if her heart could handle what she was seeing.

When he reached the end of the pool, he came to a stop and gripped the edge. Taking a deep breath, he reached up his right hand to remove the black goggles protecting his eyes. After tossing them aside, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stick up in wet spikes all over his head. Blinking a couple of times, he finally looked up to see her standing there.

She hadn’t moved an inch as she remained frozen, staring at him as he caught his breath. She was about to question her own sanity for not going toward…well, all of that. Then, he placed both palms on the edge of the pool and hauled himself up and over the edge.

Oh, thank you God for giving me this moment, Rachel thought, sending up the quick prayer. Her eyes went crazy as she tried to take in every inch of wet skin Cole had just put on display, and there was a whole lot of damn skin.

While his body came into view, the water slid over his strong muscular arms, ran down his powerful chest and rippling abs, and finally, dripped from his tight black swim shorts, sitting extremely low on his hips. As if that sight alone wasn’t hard enough to comprehend, throw in his hard nipples that were adorned with silver bars and tattoos that were screaming for her to trace with her tongue, and she was surprised she hadn’t started to drool.

When his eyes locked with hers, he took a step toward her, and Rachel decided there was no way she was going anywhere. She wanted a piece of that, and she wanted it now.

* * *

As Cole walked over to Rachel, his eyes took her in. She looked like a sexy pinup girl who had strolled directly out of the 1950s. Her hairstyle was parted off to the right and swept softly to the side where curls framed her face perfectly. Her red highlights interspersed throughout kept the style modern. Her dress was black with white musical notes all over it, and a black silk bow wrapped around her waist where the skirt kicked out. She was the very image of the women who had been plastered all over the magazines back in that era.

Cole felt his cock stiffen, and he didn’t care one bit that he was pretty much all on display. He raised a hand and ran it through his hair again, trying to get himself under control. He really wanted under her skirt.

When he stopped in front of her, he looked down into guileless eyes as she stared up at him.

“Hello, Rachel. I see you got my note.”

Her lips parted but nothing came out.

That’s just fine with me, Cole thought. He wrapped a wet arm around her waist and pulled her in tight against him. Pressing his body flush against hers, he lowered his head. “You don’t mind if I get you a little…wet, do you?”

She gripped his biceps hard as she shook her head without saying a word.

“Good because I need you wet for what I have in mind.”

Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, and when she parted her lips, he ran his tongue along her bottom one, teasing her. As her nails bit into his arms, he sucked on her lip and then released it. Finally, he slid his tongue deep inside to rub against hers. As she sighed against his mouth, her eyes closed, and he felt her right palm slide down his arm until it gently landed on his waist.

Angling his head to the side, he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. He groaned when he felt her tongue chase his back into his mouth. He loved this aggressive side of her that simmered under the surface. As she pushed closer against him, he felt that sneaky right hand of hers smooth around his back to the top of his black swim shorts.

Lifting his mouth from hers, he opened his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Silently, she curled her nails into the top of the elastic and dragged it down until his left ass cheek was bare. She scraped her nails up and over his cool flesh before grabbing him tightly, pulling him as close as she could against herself.

Clenching his jaw, Cole brought up his left palm to her covered breast where he cupped her and squeezed, pushing it up, as he pressed his cock in closer to her. He could feel her breathing coming quicker as she remained completely focused on him. One set of her nails dug into his arm while the other set gripped his ass.

“I want to see,” she finally said.

Cole rubbed her breast through the material again as his other arm held her immobile. “You want to see what?”

Blue eyes zeroed in on his mouth as Rachel told him fearlessly, “I want to see your other piercing. I want to see what is mine for the week.”

* * *

Rachel was losing her mind if she thought she was the one making demands. But damn, his ass is hard as a rock, she thought as she gave it another squeeze while she waited for his answer.

His expression right now could only be described as ravenous. He released her and took a step back, watching her intently. Rachel was just about to give up, thinking she would be denied.

Then, he sensuously instructed, “Take off my swim shorts.”

Caught up in the sexual energy swirling around them, she took a step forward, and without thinking, she reached out to slip her fingers into the elastic. That was when his hands came out and gripped her wrists. Looking up at him with questioning eyes, she was about to ask what the problem was.

“On your knees,” he added.

Feeling thrilled at the order, she lowered herself in front of him, and when she was eye-level with his impressive hard-on, she stroked her finger over the wet material. Making sure she was allowed to do that, she raised her eyes to his, and she almost lost her train of thought from the view above her.

Cole had placed his palms behind his head, and she now had a completely unobstructed view of the tattoo covering his right ribs. It looked like the side profile of a silhouette. Inching upward, her gaze drifted over to the tufts of hair under his arm, which were slightly darker than the hair on his head, and then the writing on each of his arms drew her attention again.

The man is so fucking hot I’m surprised steam isn’t coming off him.

Just as the thought entered her head, he looked down with sharp, intelligent eyes, and Rachel found herself moistening from the look he aimed her way.

“Is there a problem?” he inquired.

His tone was so arrogant that Rachel should have found it annoying, but instead, it made her want to hike up her skirt and beg him to take her. Rather than doing that though, she shook her head and rose up on her knees. Slipping her fingers into his swimwear, she pulled it down over his hips and let them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. That was when she found herself face-to-face with his very impressive erection and a bold Prince Albert piercing.

Knowing, feeling, and seeing were three totally different experiences, and in this moment, Rachel was paralyzed. The straining hard flesh in front of her was tipped with what looked like a ten-gauge curved stainless steel barbell that was currently glistening from the pool water and a small bead of pre-cum.

Just as she was about to lean forward and flick her tongue over it, she felt a hand cup the back of her head and grip her hair. Cole pulled her head back, so she was looking up at him.

He shook his head at her. “Your request was to see it, and the promise was you could look at it. I believe both have been met.”

As his words penetrated her lust-addled brain, she felt him tug gently on her hair.

“Stand up,” he instructed.

After getting to her feet, she almost stumbled as he walked her back to the wall where he pushed the button beside her for the elevator. That was when it hit Rachel. Oh shit! Roles are reversed. I’m completely clothed, and Cole…well, he is one hundred percent gloriously naked.

As he stood in front of her, pinning her to the wall with his stare, he didn’t seem to notice or care at all.

* * *

Cole was barely keeping it together as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He was taking a gamble that no one would be in it, but at this stage, he didn’t really give a shit.

“Uh, you’re naked,” Rachel pointed out cautiously as the elevator arrived.