Chapter 13 Pizza
"Ohhh... this is going to be so easy."
Jack smirked to himself, his expression giving nothing away as he casually observed Angel from across the patio.
She was trying so hard to act normal, picking at her food, pretending like nothing had happened.
But he knew better. He had seen the way her body trembled in the pool, felt the way she unconsciously clung to him, grinding against him like a needy little thing desperate for release.
And, of course, he had read her mind.
She had no idea he could do that.
Jack had been inside her thoughts, listening as she silently panicked over what had just happened, replaying every sinful second in her head.
The way her tight, untouched slit had pressed against him. The way she had reached her peak, soaking her swimsuit, her juices mixing with the pool water as she came right on top of his cock.
He had acted oblivious, of course. That was the smart thing to do.
Let her believe she had gotten away with it.
Let her convince herself it had all been accidental, that no one had noticed, that it was her little secret.