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DECKER

The woman walking in front of me, now known as Leena, is a wet fucking dream.

Literally, one you dream about when you’re a teenage boy going through all the shit no one warns you about—puberty shit, getting a hard-on in the most inconvenient of places.

Thankfully, now that I’m thirty-nine, I can control myself, barely.

The feel of her in my arms, the curve of her ass hitting my groin, yeah, it was by sheer will and thinking about college baseball plays, work on fucking vacation, and even my mother that allowed me to keep control, my cock wilting.

“Decker, look how gorgeous this place is!” Leena points out at the distance.

If it weren’t for my sister-in-law booking this trip in the first place, along with the excursion that was an add-on, I probably wouldn’t be here.

Maya, my brother’s ex-wife, who is also the biggest worry wart of all time, booked this without my knowledge.

She handed me my plane ticket and said to leave and don’t come back even if my brother calls, begging me to come back.

Did I mention she’s my what most people would call ex-sister-in-law?

We have a good relationship even though my brother Elijah is a fucking idiot and couldn’t see a good woman when he had one.

The reply I want to make is something about Leena being gorgeous, but the creep factor would rise to about one hundred percent, and I’d chase her away before I even stood a chance.

Instead, I go with, “It really is.” Not that I’m looking at anything other than her.

She may be a total goof with her lame jokes, a complete catastrophe and trip over her own feet.

My eyes were locked on Leena the entire time; it’s why I was there when she almost ate dirt.

“Ugh, I know this sounds completely lame, but I’m not keeping you from friends or anyone in the group we were walking with, right?

I probably should have asked that minutes ago instead of just now.

” She has her hair up in a pony tail, tendrils falling down from with the humidity that’s clinging in the air, soft green eyes, shadowed by long dark eyelashes, hair so dark you can’t tell if it has that bluish tint that some people have or if it’s black in shade, and the way she looks at me, giving me all of her attention, not worried about what others may see or say around us, it’s fucking refreshing.

“Nope, it’s just me.” I don’t go into details, and she doesn’t either. My hand is on her lower back, and I have to relentlessly tell myself not to slide it lower.

“Oh well, that’s good, then. I mean, maybe not if I had taken you down with me, you know, when I almost fell.” She makes the cutting of the throat sign as if someone’s dead.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a goof?” Leena rocks back on her heels. I move closer because there’s no chance I’m letting her even attempt a repeat performance.

“Nope, can’t say that they have. Since you’re here alone and, well, so am I, feel like hanging out together?” She looks like this is totally out of character for her to ask anyone to hang out with her, like it’d be some big deal almost, and it has me wondering if maybe Leena’s worried I’d say no.

“Leena, I’m pretty sure that’s what we’re doing,” I reply.

Meanwhile, I’m reaping all of the damn rewards, and I let her know with one flick of my tongue, since I noticed just how much she liked that earlier one.

I watch as the column of her throat moves with the way she swallows, and fuck, her body is responding to me, nipples pebbling beneath her bathing suit.

Not like either one of us are wearing something inappropriate.

In fact, compared to some of the others, she’s more covered up than anyone, in a floral and black halter style bikini top, loose shorts, and sneakers.

As for me, I ditched the my shirt about a mile back and am in a pair of swim trunks and sneakers.

That doesn’t stop Leena from taking a look at my body either.

“Oh, well, okay then.” This time, my hand leaves her lower back. A low noise forms in the back of her throat. She’s trying to conceal it with a cough so I don’t notice she’s not digging my hand there anymore.

“Let’s get down there. Carefully, though.” My hand goes to hers.

“I’m so excited!” The happiness in her voice lets me know she’s not saying it just for the sake of words either. Leena is a total goof, a gorgeous-as-fuck goof, and one I’m hoping to see a lot more of.