The Swim Coaches' Forbidden Lessons - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Aaron started by helping me get comfortable in the water. The cool ripples of the pool instantly soothed my skin, washing away the day's heat.
The micro bikini hugged my curves, leaving little to the imagination—my cleavage was downright irresistible.
At first, I felt a little self-conscious, but Aaron's complete professionalism put me at ease. He focused solely on teaching me the basics, not once letting his eyes wander.
Even though the water was deep enough to swallow me whole when I stepped in, Aaron stayed close, guiding me from the edge. His steady presence made me feel safe.
Definitely the right choice hiring him as my private coach, I thought, more convinced than ever.
By the time I managed a slow, shaky swim on my own, I was giddy with excitement. Pouting my glossy red lips, I grinned. "Aaron, look! I'm doing it!"
His gaze darkened as he watched me. "Told you you're a natural. You'll be fine on your own now."
"Actually, I need to step away for a bit. Keep practicing."
And just like that, he climbed out of the pool without a backward glance.
The second he disappeared, panic clawed at my chest. The space around me suddenly felt vast and empty. "Aaron! Don't leave me! I'm not ready yet!"
My eyes darted across the crowded deck, searching desperately for him.
Then—I froze.
Liam Murphy.
My college classmate. The guy who'd hounded me for months before I shut him down.
If he saw me like this—dripping wet, barely covered, every curve on display—I'd never hear the end of it. My face burned at the thought.
No, no, no. Not him. Not now.
Heart pounding, I tried to slip away, but my foot caught, sending me flailing in the water.
Help!
I wasn't ready. Water rushed into my mouth as I choked, instinctively grabbing the nearest person, gasping for air.
Strong hands steadied me instantly, pulling me flush against a solid chest.
Coughing, my face flushed, wet hair plastered to my cheeks.
Then—heat.
A scorching warmth where our bodies met. My skin tingled, my pulse skyrocketing. I'd never felt anything like it.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. I jerked back—only to nearly topple again.
His grip tightened.
One hand anchored my shoulder.
The other—
Slid beneath the water, fingers tracing a bold path up my thigh. The rough scrape of his touch sent a shiver straight down my spine.
The micro bikini hugged my curves, leaving little to the imagination—my cleavage was downright irresistible.
At first, I felt a little self-conscious, but Aaron's complete professionalism put me at ease. He focused solely on teaching me the basics, not once letting his eyes wander.
Even though the water was deep enough to swallow me whole when I stepped in, Aaron stayed close, guiding me from the edge. His steady presence made me feel safe.
Definitely the right choice hiring him as my private coach, I thought, more convinced than ever.
By the time I managed a slow, shaky swim on my own, I was giddy with excitement. Pouting my glossy red lips, I grinned. "Aaron, look! I'm doing it!"
His gaze darkened as he watched me. "Told you you're a natural. You'll be fine on your own now."
"Actually, I need to step away for a bit. Keep practicing."
And just like that, he climbed out of the pool without a backward glance.
The second he disappeared, panic clawed at my chest. The space around me suddenly felt vast and empty. "Aaron! Don't leave me! I'm not ready yet!"
My eyes darted across the crowded deck, searching desperately for him.
Then—I froze.
Liam Murphy.
My college classmate. The guy who'd hounded me for months before I shut him down.
If he saw me like this—dripping wet, barely covered, every curve on display—I'd never hear the end of it. My face burned at the thought.
No, no, no. Not him. Not now.
Heart pounding, I tried to slip away, but my foot caught, sending me flailing in the water.
Help!
I wasn't ready. Water rushed into my mouth as I choked, instinctively grabbing the nearest person, gasping for air.
Strong hands steadied me instantly, pulling me flush against a solid chest.
Coughing, my face flushed, wet hair plastered to my cheeks.
Then—heat.
A scorching warmth where our bodies met. My skin tingled, my pulse skyrocketing. I'd never felt anything like it.
A jolt of electricity shot through me. I jerked back—only to nearly topple again.
His grip tightened.
One hand anchored my shoulder.
The other—
Slid beneath the water, fingers tracing a bold path up my thigh. The rough scrape of his touch sent a shiver straight down my spine.
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