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I nod against him.

“It has Sirius, which is the brightest star in the sky. Canis Minor is there with the smaller pup. There’s Taurus and Auriga too.” He sighs against me. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen this many stars in my life.”

“There’s a joke in there, you know.”

I can feel him smile against my neck. “There is. But these are the real stars.”

“How do you know so much about them?”

“My mum worked at the Royal Observatory in London taking tickets. It was one of her jobs. Free tickets were one of the perks.”

“What else do you know?”

“I know that you’re beautiful. That you have skin like porcelain and the most adorable freckles on your shoulders.” He starts to kiss them.

“I meant about the sky.”

“It’s not as interesting or as beautiful. I’d much rather find constellations here.” A wet finger tickles along my shoulder, drawing patterns with my freckles. I shudder, and my eyes close as his mouth kisses up my neck. “So beautiful,” he whispers inmy ear, his hands all over me, rough and greedy as his fingers give up their freckle drawing and dig into my hips. He yanks me back against him, and I can feel his cock, hard as steel, pressing against the curve of my ass. A silent promise of what’s to come.

I turn in his arms and marvel at how the moonlight spills over us, turning his bronzed, tattooed skin into a canvas of shadows and silver. Now it’s my turn to trace constellations, and he shivers as my fingers dance along his painted arms.

“Cold?” I ask.

“No. Not even a little.”

I glance up and see the hunger in his eyes, dark and primal.

His hands slide up my sides, fingers dragging over the thin fabric of my bikini top. He toys with the edge of the cup where my skin meets the fabric, sliding back and forth over the swell of my breasts. In one swift motion, he rips it over my head and tosses it to the side of the pool. My tits spill free, my nipples pebbling instantly in the night air.

He growls, low and guttural, his mouth latching onto one stiff peak. Teeth grazing, tongue swirling, I arch into him and moan as he sucks hard. His hands slide back along my hips to grab my ass, squeezing so fucking roughly it borders on pain.

“Loomis.” I gasp, my head falling.

“I had you just hours ago. I came three times. How am I this greedy for you? How do I already need you this much?”

His lips trail up my neck, biting and sucking into my skin, marking me as his. His hands move to the ties of my bikini bottoms, and with a simultaneous tug on both hips, they’re gone, leaving me bare and exposed to him and the night.

Good thing the roosters are sleeping. The thought makes me laugh, and he pulls back.

“Something funny, my little mermaid?”

“Just thinking about Reginald.”

“Now?” His eyebrows meet his hairline.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood. I was just glad the roosters are sleeping.”

“Because I have you naked in the pool.”

“Yes,” I answer even though it wasn’t a question.

“I suppose I should be grateful you’re thinking about cocks even if it isn’t mine.”

I grin and swirl my finger around his nipple before sliding south to the hem of his trunks. “I’d like to change that.” I reach in and find his hard dick. I haven’t gotten to touch it until now, and holy hell, how did this thing fit inside of me?

He grunts and pulls down his shorts so he can watch what I’m doing better. They fall around his ankles, and he kicks them away, letting them float up to the surface of the pool, already forgotten with how my hand is working his dick.

“Christ, that feels better than anything.”