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She wants it, but she’s waiting.

She’s waiting for me to give it.

“Fuck,” I groan, crashing my mouth to hers.

Her tongue greets mine more eagerly than I’m expecting, hot and slick as she surges upward to meet me. It’s not the first time I've kissed her, but it might be the first time I’ve done it just because I wanted to. I didn’t have time to prepare, and now it’s all clumsy, our teeth knocking when the motion of a wave bobs us downward.

Unthinkingly, my hand flattens around one of those perfect tits, and I’m sent reeling from the jolt of electricity that zings between us. In reaction, her hands push under my shirt, wet fingers slipping greedily over my chest. Her touch sends a spark of want to my cock and I grip my shirt at the collar and yank, buttons springing off.

It’s all so fucking sloppy and artless. I just know that I want to feel her hands on me—all of her against me. I’m rewarded with her palms flattening on my chest, ghosting over my nipples as she drags her nails down, our tongues still entwined. The only coordinated thing about it is that we work together to push my pants off, four determined hands shoving and sinking, freeing me from the weight.

When we have my feet free to kick and propel, I wrap my arm around her to steer us back to the wall. Her body is lightweight when her back meets it, tits floating on the surface of the water. The only reason I break away from the kiss at all is to roughly hitch her up, her legs wrapping around my hips as I line myself up.

Her mouth latches onto my neck just as I punch in.

“Shit,” I hiss, fighting the weightlessness to get closer.

She gasps at the invasion, but doesn’t fight it, her legs fastening our bodies together. She’s just as tight this way, maybe more so because of the position, and it’s quiet. So fucking quiet that I can hear everything. The water slapping around us. The sound of my panting. The distant flutter of noise from the party. The way my palm sounds meeting the tile over her shoulder to anchor us might as well be an atomic bomb for how loud it sounds.

It’s not just the way she’s sitting on me that feels good. It’s the way she rocks back, her hips rolling against mine. It’s her teeth sinking into my shoulder, her hot breaths, and her whispered little cries. I fuck into her slowly, holding her body flush against mine, nothing between us but slippery water.

Ignoring the burn in my muscles, I dip my head, taking her nipple into my mouth, licking the tip into a stiff peak. Stupid. That’s what I am for depriving myself of this. Her tits are a thing of majesty, heavy and full, and I send a psychic nod to Lex.

I get it.

In for a penny and all that.

My hand travels between us and I find her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Her body responds, back arching, tits pressed against my chest as she curses. “Oh, god.”

Her eyes are closed, and that’s bullshit.

“Look at me, Red,” I demand, thrusting into her. Her eyes flutter open and that green is as deep as the ocean. “That’s right. You wanted it like this and now I want to watch you when you take my cum. Know when I fill you up andcreatewith you. I want to see the very moment you fall apart.”

For a beat, I don’t think she will. All that fight between us must be too intense for her to actually let go. But we’re moving as one, my cock buried deep inside of her, when her breath turns shaky and her walls clench around me. It’s the feel of her pussy milking me that sends me into oblivion.

I come hard, eyes pinned to hers, feeling—watching—as she falls too.

Shiveringin the cold winter air and wrapped in towels I found in the changing room, Tommy picks us up outside the backdoor in the SUV.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asks, eyeing the two of us.

“Fell in the pool.” His eyes are glued to Verity, her tits and ass barely covered by the small towel. I shove the wet clothes into his chest, hard. “Put those in the back.” Gripping the towel around my waist, I point to the open car door and tell her, “Inside. Now.”

Shoeless, wet, and in a too small towel, Verity stares at the high step of the SUV with skepticism. Impatient to get out of here before we’re caught, I bend and sweep a forearm behind her legs, ignoring her yelp as I easily lift her into the car.

“Thanks,” she says, adjusting her towel, but not before I get a view of her left nipple. Fuck, she’d tasted so good. My cock rises under the cloth, and I do nothing to hide it.

Tommy slams the front door, and he looks back in the rearview mirror. “To the Palace?”

The ‘yes’ is on the tip of my tongue, but I look at Verity, pausing. She’s shivering across from me, arms wrapped around her body. The hair dripping down her back is four shades darker when it’s wet.

“You hungry?” I ask.

Stunned eyes rise to mine, blinking. “Starving, actually.”

I raise my chin at Tommy in the mirror. “Call in an order for pick up at the diner,” I tell him. “Two cheeseburgers, double fries, and a milkshake.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “You?”

She gives her biceps a hard rub. “Pancakes.”