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to get out to the backyard? I turned toward the front of the house, looking for the kitchen. Most kitchens had a door leading to an outdoor patio or porch. I didn’t glance into any of the side rooms, though I wished I could explore the interior of this gorgeous house at my leisure. Maybe later.

Chapter 2
    I found the kitchen and entered, quickly spotting a door that opened to the back patio and rushed through it. “Wait!” I shouted. Too late. I heard a splash. Shit. I made a beeline for the swimming pool. “Mister Andrews! Jax!”
    I heard the sound of splashing again and hurried along the winding stone pathway until I emerged on the other side of a shoulder-high stand of shrubs. I stopped dead in my tracks when I spied Jax casually swimming the length of the pool, using a long, smooth overhead stroke to propel him through the water. He didn’t kick his feet too much, but I barely noticed as my gazed was fixed on his physique. Damn. I felt a surge of desire rush through me, and to my horror, felt a throbbing low in my belly. I shook it off.
    “Mister Andrews!” I shouted, hurrying around the side of the pool to keep pace with his long, strong strokes. “Mister Andrews!”
    He paused at the end of the pool, looked up at me and then pushed off the side and stroked his way back to the shallow end. I could do nothing but follow on the stone decking, sputtering in outrage. What the hell was wrong with him? “Stop!” I ordered. “Mister Andrews, you stop swimming right now!”
    He ignored me, one long, graceful stroke after another. I followed him to the shallow end.
    “Mister Andrews!” I shouted once more. He paused as he reached for the edge of the pool and glanced up at me.
    “Jax,” he said.
    I scowled down at him. “Jax,” I said, hands on my hips. “You shouldn’t be in the pool! You need to get out.” He stared up at me, his lips twisted in amusement.
    “Why? It’s good, non-weight bearing exercise.”
    I groaned low in my throat. “Mister—Jax, you have a surgical incision that hasn’t healed completely and I haven’t gotten a look at the other healing wounds either. There are germs in that pool. You’ll get infected—”
    “You want me to get out of the water?” he asked.
    “I do!”
    He did just that. I gaped as he casually made his way to the steps leading out of the water onto the stone decking, not in the least mindful that he was naked. Oh my God . I tried not to look, really I did, but I couldn’t help it.
    Water glistened on his tanned torso. Propelled by gravity, beads of it hung onto his chin and dripped slowly down onto his rock-hard chest. One drop of water hung onto his nipple and then dropped even further downward, taking my gaze along with it.
    I’d seen cocks before, lots of them, but most were old and shriveled with age. His was… well, admirable. Nestled in a cluster of black hair, his dick was thick and perfectly formed, as if the water hadn’t bothered him a bit. Two large balls descended from behind his penis, round, plump and—
    He cleared his throat, and I jolted back to awareness, feeling the heat of a blush flood upward from my neck to my cheeks. “I’m… I apologize, Mister Andr—Jax,” I fumbled over my words. I forced my gaze to remain on his face. “I—” I shook off my embarrassment over having been caught ogling. “You shouldn’t be in the pool until that incision has completely healed.” I gestured. “The bandage is already coming off—” He surprised me when he reached behind his back and ripped it off the rest of the way.
    “Jax—”
    “You have to replace it anyway, don’t you?” he said innocently.
    He didn’t fool me a bit. I frowned. “I have been warned about you, Jax,” I informed him.
    He didn’t bother to reach for his trunks, lying in a puddle of rayon on the stones near his feet. I did, lifting them gingerly between my thumb and forefinger.
    “And just what have you been warned about, Miss… Miss… sorry, I forgot