Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 26
HE TELLS me to close my eyes, which I don’t love, considering the fact that
I’m just past the point in the ocean where my feet can touch the bottom. But I
do it, because he’s starting to look a little green, and I don’t want to make
things worse.
I don’t know why, but the man has some sort of complex about his body.
And while I’m sure it’s something I shouldn’t pry about, I just don’t know
how many more times I can have sex with a fully clothed man and not feel
like a prostitute.
The water ripples, pulsing against my skin, and I hear when Kal enters it,
hissing as if it’s cooler than he was expecting.
“What?” I say, my vision dark from behind closed lids. “God of the
Underworld can’t handle a little cold?”
Whooping with surprise as his arms glide around my waist, my eyes fly
open, hands searching for something to steady the top half of my body with.