The next day, I felt even better, and dropped Rob off at Carlos's house; the Judge's order required a twenty-four hour visit from nine in the morning to the next day at nine. Obviously I wasn't happy to leave Rob with his dad after what had happened the last time, but there was nothing I could do about it. Watching Rob walk up the pathway to the front door, my heart dropped down low into my stomach, and stayed there, even after I saw him wave at me and the door close behind him.

I drove back home, cleaned up the detritus from the day before, and then decided to indulge in a day spa at home. I gave myself a facial and a pedicure, took a long bath, and a nap. This was a definition of heaven.

Earlier, I had heard Jake do his usual routine of getting up, going for a run, getting ready, and going to the office, even though it was the day after Christmas. I shook my head. He still needed to learn that it was okay for him to work fewer hours. Easy for me to say, though, progress on my book was going well, despite an interruption due to my illness.

That evening, late-ish, he came over for dinner, dressed in his suit and tie. As we ate, we chatted about his day and how I felt. Then I asked, "When are we going to take your vacation?"

He looked at me thoughtfully. "I don't know. I'll have to get out my calendar, and check my work schedule."

"Jake. Seriously? Pick a weekend and we'll go. It's better if it's a weekend that Rob's dad is watching him, but if not, I'll ask my parents to watch him." It was proving difficult to convince him to take a break that wasn't an emergency.

He looked at me, his cool, dark blue eyes registering an emotion that I didn't understand. "For you, I'll do it." And it felt like it was settled.

After dinner, he took off his tie, and we sat outside on the patio, looking at the pool and drinking wine. At Christmas time in California, you had to put on the air conditioning to have a fire in the fireplace. Tonight was no exception: even though it was cool, it wasn't cold. You could go swimming.

That gave me an idea.

"Come in the hot tub," I cajoled. "Time to get some warm water on us."

Unlike scheduling a vacation, on this he caved easily. "Alright. I'll meet you out there."

As Jake walked back into his home, I heard his cell phone ring. "Don't answer your phone," I whispered to myself, willing him to be stronger than it.

Dammit, he answered it.

So we still needed to work on that.

I headed into my house and changed into my bathing suit. I wore my navy blue, string bikini this time, with high-heeled espadrilles. Toting a towel under my arm, and taking my keys, I teetered down to the pool, set down the towel, slipped off my shoes, turned on the jets, and tiptoed into the hot tub.

Aaaaahhhhh.

The complex had quieted down and gone to bed for the night, although you were allowed to swim until ten. There were a few lights on in rooms, but otherwise it was a silent night.

A few moments later, Jake strolled down, holding a towel, barefoot, shirtless, wearing black swim trunks that sat low on his hips, tied with a white string. I wanted to undo that string. Between his work schedule and my time with Rob, even though I lived next door to Jake, I didn't get to spend much time with him naked. But since shirtless Jake was a treat, this would have to do for now.

He walked over to the side of the hot tub and hopped down next to me. In the cool, evening air, the steam from the water lingered a constant foot or more above it, creating patterns in the night. A dim light lit the water beneath us, but instead of being clear, the jets made the water an opaque white, from the streams of air moving through it.

I wrapped my arms around his toned tummy, and put my legs in his lap, cuddling into his chest as he cradled me. He kissed the top of my head, and then put his finger under my chin, lifting it up, and kissing my nose. And then he leaned in and kissed me for real, very softly, very slowly, and very deeply. "Um-yum-yum," I moaned into his mouth, and the tone of our kiss went from cuddling, to erotic. We bit gently at each other's lips, tasted each other's mouths, caressed the inside of the other with our tongues.

As the water bubbled around us, I ran my fingers up and down his back and his torso, while he held my back firmly. I could feel the stirrings of his erection under my leg resting on his lap, which made me feel oh-so-turned-on. He broke apart from our kiss.

Then.

"You had 'public sex' down as a fantasy in your book, right?" Jake muttered in my ear, his lips touching me.

"Uh, yeah," I responded tentatively.

"It's dark and there is no one around."

I shivered all over, even though I was bathed in the hot water, and shook my head in disbelief. Then I smiled and looked at him. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Yeah," he whispered. "Now." And he pulled me into his lap so that I was straddling him.

Okay, now this felt very naughty. We were out in the middle of a housing development, where anyone could open up their window, look out, and see. They probably wouldn't see anything but a couple making out, but still, it felt like we were going to go show everyone, and that felt uber hot.

I ran my hand down his chest to his trunks, felt for that white string, and tugged, loosening it. Then, under the water, I slipped his trunks down his hips, freeing his hardening cock.

"Yes," I whispered back. "We're gonna do his."

Reaching between my legs, I started stroking his cock, as the water swirled around us, getting him hard, letting him grow to be impossibly big. The soft skin of his hard tip felt extra sensitive beneath the water. He reached a hand into my bikini bottoms, at first grazing my clit, then rubbing it for real, as he slowly and gently fingered me. He slipped two fingers into me as he did this, and I moaned, again, into his mouth.

Even though we hadn't had sex with each other for a while, it felt like we had all the time in the world. Everything was slow: caressing, feeling, touching. After he was hard and I was bothered, he looked at me.

"Ready?" he whispered.

I nodded. He untied my bikini on one side, then the other, and pulled it off of me, setting it on the pool coping. Then he held my hip with one hand, positioning his cock with the other, and guided me down onto him.

Shuddering with pleasure, I grounded down onto him, enjoying the way it all felt, all of the sensations: the cool night air, the warm water, his strong arms, his huge cock in me. Holding my ass to him, he held me down, as I bore down, and I convulsed. Then he guided me up, slowly, and it was his turn to moan. Then slowly, down again, riding him. Repeated. Leisurely, but with a focus, a strength, and a whole lot of heat.

He reached between us and resumed fingering me, as I continued to ride him, measured, deliberate, and sensual. Heaven help me, this was hot. The water was warm, my pussy was warm from the stimulation, and my feet began to get super hot from the blood flow around my body. Down, again and again, and then up, slowly, quietly, I made love to Jake in public.

And then I felt it. The quickening that I was going to climax. "I'm going to come," I warned him, and he gave me a satisfied, heated smile, and continued to administer to me, filling me up from the inside, and rubbing me on the outside. With a hallelujah and an angel's chorus, my body shuddered and then climaxed, and I desperately reached for Jake's mouth to muffle my moans.

After I came, he held my ample booty with both hands, guiding it up and down, but this time a little faster. I angled my body to create the most friction for him, and he threw his head back, then returned, looked at me, and with a burst, came inside me, pumping, a raw look in his eyes. And then he held me down, holding me there as he thrust up, and this set off a chain reaction in me that made me come again.

This was another definition of heaven.

And then the timer for the jets turned off.

Wrapping his arms around my back tightly, he ducked his head onto my shoulder, and hugged me tightly.

"Stay with me tonight."

"Okay."

He kissed me softly, and then kissed my nose, retrieved my bikini bottoms, and tugged his pants back up. Dripping, in the cool night air, we hurried for our towels, and then headed back up to our homes. I looked forward to being in bed with Jake, instead of next to him, or next door to him, this time.