Chapter 7: Savoring That Pool Lovemaking Rush?

Luna's POV

I glanced up from my phone, scanning the bustling pool deck. Gabriel was watching me? From where? The thought of his piercing gaze tracking my every move sent a twisted thrill shooting down my spine—unwanted, but damn if it didn't hit hard.

I paused, scrambling for a polite exit. "Thanks, but I don't think I should crash that. He's our CEO, and I'm just the screenwriter."

Randy chuckled, all laid-back charm. "Aw, come on, it's no big deal! We're all friends here. You could be too. It'll be a blast. Plus, I gotta return his jacket anyway." He nodded at the sleek suit jacket I'd been holding onto.

Before I could protest, I handed it over, and a voice like nails on a chalkboard cut through the chatter.

"Randy, darling!"

I turned to see Audrey sashaying over in a skimpy black designer bikini that screamed "look at me."

"Since Luna's passing," she cooed, flashing me a smile dripping with venom, "why don't I tag along instead?"

She spun to me, her grin turning predatory. "Oh, and Luna? That audition you blocked me from? Don't sweat it. Daddy had a chat with Gabriel, and the role's mine now." She flipped her long blonde hair with smug flair. "You really need to get the vibe between Gabriel and me."

Her eyes raked over my robed figure, pure judgment. "Why so buttoned-up, anyway? Playing hard to get?"

Heat flooded my cheeks—not embarrassment, but white-hot rage. This fake-tanned Barbie thought she could rattle me? I straightened, voice icy. "First off, congrats on snagging the part. Second, even if you stripped buck-naked, Gabriel wouldn't give you a second glance."

Her perfect facade cracked for a split second before she masked it with fake cool.

Randy cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly. "Luna, I'll take Audrey over. Catch you later?"

"Sure," I said, nodding despite the annoyance bubbling at his obvious crush on the viper.

Audrey latched onto his arm like a leech, throwing me a victorious smirk over her shoulder as they sauntered off.

Why the hell did I care if that plastic princess was circling Gabriel? He wasn't mine anymore. Hadn't been for three damn years.

But the image of her flirting with him? It made my blood boil.

I claimed a quiet spot on a cushy lounge chair, pretending to scroll my phone while people-watching. With slow deliberation, I untied my robe, letting it slip open to reveal the white bikini hugging my curves just right—highlighting every inch I knew Gabriel couldn't forget. I angled my phone, snapping a shot of the dip of my collarbone and the soft swell of my breasts.

Snap. Post. Privacy locked so only he could see.

Thirty seconds later, my phone buzzed: Delete it. Now.

A wicked grin spread across my face, sweet satisfaction warming me like honey. I shrugged off the robe entirely and strolled to the main pool, ignoring his order. Let him stew in that jealousy.

I perched at the edge, dangling my legs in the cool water. The night air kissed my bare skin, the gentle laps around my calves oddly soothing.

Then Gabriel surfaced right in front of me like some mythical sea god, water cascading down his chiseled torso, tracing every ridge of his abs. Droplets clung to his dark hair and lashes, his stormy gray-blue eyes locking onto mine with raw, unfiltered hunger.

"Jesus!" I yelped, jolting in shock. My body slipped forward, splashing ungracefully into the pool.

Strong arms caught my waist before I could flail. Gabriel dragged me deeper, away from prying eyes, into the shadowed end where privacy wrapped around us like a secret. The water rose, and my body tensed instinctively.

"Still can't swim worth a damn," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble against my ear that sent shivers racing through me.

"I swim just fine," I shot back, even as my arms looped around his neck for support. "You scared the crap out of me."

His body felt rock-solid against mine—familiar, but somehow more intense after all this time. My legs wrapped around his waist on autopilot, seeking stability in the deepening water.

The position was pure danger: intimate, electric. I felt every hard inch of him pressing against me, separated only by flimsy swimwear. Heat pooled low in my belly.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered, hyper-aware of every brush of skin.

No words—just his mouth crashing onto mine. The kiss was fierce, possessive, like he'd been starving for it. His tongue claimed me with expert strokes, melting away the years like they were nothing. God, it felt like coming home.

"This," he growled against my lips when he finally pulled back, "is what you get for teasing me."

I should've shoved him away. Reminded him about Chase. Kept my damn pride. But my fingers knotted in his wet hair, yanking him closer as I kissed him back with matching fire.

The water buoyed us, making it effortless for our bodies to grind together. I felt his thick arousal throbbing against my core, the friction through our suits driving me wild. His hands roamed, gripping my ass to pull me tighter, his hardness rubbing just right against my aching center.

"Remember how we'd fuck in my pool?" His voice was rough, husky, hands sliding up my thighs. "You riding me till you screamed my name?"

One hand dipped under the water, fingers tracing the edge of my bikini bottoms with torturous slowness. He slipped beneath the fabric, stroking my slick folds, circling my clit with perfect pressure that made my hips buck involuntarily.

"How about a repeat?" he whispered, two fingers plunging inside me, curling just right to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes. I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders, my body clenching around him as waves of need built fast and furious. The bold intrusion stretched me with a delicious burn, every thrust mimicking what his cock would do, my inner walls gripping him greedily amid the thrill of voices echoing from the deck—one wrong sound could expose us.

"Gabriel," I breathed, my voice shaking as panic and desire warred within me. "We can't—"

"Gabriel!" A voice called from the pool's edge. My heart stopped as I recognized Randy's voice, followed immediately by Audrey's high-pitched laugh.

I froze in terror, body going rigid in Gabriel's arms. If they saw us like this—me wrapped around my boss while engaged to another man—my reputation would be destroyed in seconds.

Gabriel, however, seemed amused by my panic. His fingers kept up their torturous rhythm beneath the water, pushing deeper, making my breath hitch. I squirmed against him, half-trying to pull away, but his free hand clamped on my hip, holding me in place as his thumb flicked my clit in teasing circles.

"Gabriel, please," I begged quietly, "stop. If they see us like this..."

"As long as you stay quiet, they won't notice a thing," he whispered against my ear, his thumb circling in maddening patterns. "Unless you want to go out there like this?" His fingers curled inside me again, stroking that sensitive spot with expert precision, sending a fresh wave of heat surging through me.

Then a different voice cut through the ambient noise—one that made my blood run cold.

"Randy, we've been classmates for years. How could you invite Luna to such a lively party but forget about me, her fiancé?"

Chase.

I met Gabriel's eyes in horror, but his expression remained predatory, possessive—and his fingers stayed firmly inside me, thrusting once more with deliberate slowness that made my toes curl.