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"We should do a pool day," she said casually, leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but a silk robe and that dangerous confidence she wore so well. "Sun's too good to waste, and I kinda want to see you both dripping wet."
Amanda raised a brow. "Is that a request or a challenge?"
Ericka sipped her coffee. "Whichever one gets you in that bikini top and swim trunks the fastest."
Ava wandered in, already sipping from a smoothie. "Did I hear something about bikinis and being wet? Count me in."
The rooftop patio of the penthouse shimmered beneath the mid-morning sun.
White lounge chairs stretched along the private pool, crystal-clear water rippling lazily beneath the surface.
A soft breeze drifted by, carrying the sound of slow chillhop from the speakers, while the skyline glowed beyond the glass railing.
Amanda was the first to step out, her black swim trunks riding low on her hips, paired with a sleek matching bikini top that hugged her perfectly.
Her oversized sunglasses and natural sway made her look like she owned the rooftop—and everyone on it.
The trunks sat snug over her toned thighs, the fabric hugging tighter with every step.
Behind her, Ericka followed with two drinks in hand, her emerald green one-piece dipping low in the front and high at the hips, her curves on full display. But it wasn't just the swimsuit. It was the smirk. The confidence. The way her eyes never left Amanda.
Ava was last, and she didn't disappoint. Her cherry red bikini was barely tied, her cover-up slipping off her shoulders as she strutted to the nearest lounger. "This sun better not outshine us," she teased with a grin.
Amanda turned her head just slightly, letting her eyes drag over both women. "The sun's already embarrassed."
Ericka handed Amanda a drink, brushing her fingers over Amanda's as she did. "Don't act like you're not loving this."
Amanda smirked. "I never said I wasn't."
They settled in—Amanda dipping her legs into the pool while seated on the edge, Ericka under the umbrella beside her, and Ava lounging in her chair, slowly applying lotion up her thigh with clear intent.
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "You trying to start something?"
Ava shrugged, teasing. "Depends... is she gonna come help me or just stare?"
Amanda stood, walked over, and knelt beside her, spreading lotion on her shoulders, down her arms, and trailing a little lower than necessary. "I could've just let you burn."
"But you didn't," Ava whispered.
Amanda flashed a slow smile. "Be careful. I spoil people I like."
Ericka watched from the pool, her eyes narrowing playfully. When Amanda returned to the water, Ericka was already halfway in, standing waist-deep.
Amanda waded in, and before she could speak, Ericka held up her hand. "Wait. I need help."
Amanda cocked her head. "With what?"
Ericka twisted her body slightly, fingers tugging at her shoulder strap. "My swimsuit's twisted. Fix it?"
Amanda narrowed her eyes. "It's not twisted."
"I know," Ericka said with a grin, and before Amanda could react, she pulled her into a kiss.
It wasn't soft.
It was hungry, claiming, tasting. Ericka pressed into Amanda with purpose, her hands sliding up her sides, into her hair, taking her time. Amanda gasped softly against her lips, but didn't pull away—if anything, she kissed her harder.
Ava, floating nearby, whistled. "Well damn."
Amanda broke the kiss, breath just a little heavier, eyes gleaming. "You sneaky little—"
"Mm-hmm," Ericka interrupted, her voice low and teasing. "What can I say? I wanted your attention."
"You already had it."
"I wanted more." Ericka let her fingers skim Amanda's hips underwater. "I've been watching you since you stepped onto this rooftop, looking like a damn fantasy. You really thought I was gonna just sit back and let Ava get all the attention?"
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Jealous?"
Ericka leaned in, her lips brushing Amanda's jaw. "Not jealous. Motivated."
Ava drifted closer, shaking her head. "You two need to be studied."
Amanda smirked. "Let's see how close you want to get."
With that, she turned and pushed away, her body slicing through the water. Her swim trunks clung deliciously to her as she swam, the sun hitting her skin just right, casting her in gold.
Ericka watched her with dark eyes, tongue running slowly across her bottom lip.
"She does that on purpose," she muttered.
Ava tilted her head. "And we're not mad about it."
Amanda surfaced at the far end, hair slicked back, hands resting on the tile. "Y'all coming, or are you just gonna stare some more?"
Ericka swam toward her first, slow and deliberate.
As she reached Amanda, she let her hands float just beneath the surface, brushing across Amanda's abs. "You really want to keep teasing me like that?"
Amanda leaned back, grinning. "Yes."
Ericka laughed softly, moving even closer until their foreheads touched. "One of these days, I'm not gonna let you walk away."
Amanda kissed her forehead, then whispered, "One of these days, I won't."
Ava approached with a smirk. "Y'all are so dramatic. Cute. But dramatic."
Ericka shrugged. "Let us have our moment. You'll get yours."
Amanda turned toward both of them, her voice smooth and commanding. "You both will."
Ava nudged Ericka under the water. "So... how badly do you want her to swim back over here?"
Ericka smiled. "On a scale of one to ten? About a thousand."
Ava bit her bottom lip and tilted her head. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
Ericka turned toward her, eyes gleaming. "If we make out... she'll definitely join us."
"Think so?"
"I know so."
Ava grinned. "Then don't be shy."
Without another word, Ericka gently cupped Ava's jaw and leaned in, her kiss slow and sensual, teasing at first, then deeper. Ava responded instantly, letting her fingers slide along Ericka's waist beneath the water.
The kiss grew hungrier, messier in all the right ways. Hands skimmed wet skin. Breath mixed between them. It was intentional, a show, but one that quickly blurred into something real.
Amanda had been watching from the far edge of the pool—sipping her drink, pretending not to care.
But the second their lips met, she turned her head fully.
And when they kissed again?
She started swimming back.
Ava noticed first, lips still brushing Ericka's. "Hook, line, and—"
"Shut up," Ericka whispered, laughing into the kiss.
Amanda reached them, water sliding off her shoulders. "Y'all really thought I was gonna ignore that?"
Ericka turned to her, smug. "You made us wait."
Amanda narrowed her eyes playfully. "And you two decided to act out."
Ava floated in closer, arms sliding around Amanda's waist. "So what are you gonna do about it?"
Amanda's voice dropped. "You'll see."
She leaned in, capturing Ava's mouth in a kiss that left no room for teasing—firm, deep, commanding. Ava melted instantly, whimpering softly as Amanda kissed her like she meant it.
Then she turned to Ericka, grabbing her by the jaw and kissing her next—hotter, longer, their bodies pressed together beneath the water.
When Amanda finally pulled back, she gave them both a look that made their knees weak. "Next time, you ask me first."
Ericka grinned. "Yes, ma'am."
Ava nodded, breathless. "Copy that."
Amanda turned and swam away again, casually flicking water back at them. "Now behave... or I'll remind you what happens when you don't."
And just like that, they were right back where they started—hot, flustered, and entirely under her spell.
The pool water rippled around them in slow waves, the sun casting golden streaks across bare shoulders and wet skin. Amanda leaned back against the tile wall, water gliding off her toned stomach, her black swim trunks clinging tight after her last few laps.
Ericka floated nearby, eyes heavy-lidded and hungry. Ava rested against the steps, her cherry red bikini sticking to her like a second skin, her lips still tingling from Amanda's earlier kiss.
Amanda reached up and slicked her hair back, slow and effortless. Her gaze moved from Ericka to Ava, and the look alone was enough to shift the energy from playful to charged.
She didn't speak right away. Just watched them—studied the way their chests rose and fell, how their eyes silently begged her to do something about the tension crackling in the air.
Finally, Amanda pushed off the wall and waded toward the steps.
Water trailed behind her as she emerged, each movement confident, smooth, deliberate.
Her swim trunks clung to her in the most sinful way, and the glisten of water on her skin had both women sitting up straighter without even realizing.
She grabbed a towel from the railing, slinging it over her shoulder before glancing back at them.
"You two coming?" Her voice was low, cool, commanding.
Ava blinked. "Where?"
Amanda gave the faintest smirk. "Inside."
Ericka didn't hesitate. She moved toward the steps like she'd been waiting for that exact command, and Ava followed, her legs a little shaky from everything Amanda had already stirred up.
By the time they reached the patio, Amanda was holding the door open for them, towel now draped across her neck, droplets still rolling down her abs.
As Ericka passed her, Amanda caught her hand, tugging her close just long enough to whisper in her ear.
"You started this," she murmured. "Don't expect me to hold back."
Ericka's breath hitched, but she nodded, biting her bottom lip as she stepped inside.
Ava was next, pausing only to press a slow kiss to Amanda's cheek. "Whatever happens in there," she said softly, "I'm ready."
Amanda's eyes darkened with heat. "Good."
She closed the door behind them.