Page 79 of My So-Called Perfect Life

“We could always save that for next weekend,” I say, pulling her into my lap, wrapping her back in my arms. “But it’s totally happening. Or maybe I should be the librarian since I always have toshushyou because you’re so loud.”

“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who makes it happen. I’m not complaining.”

My cock has reached the point of throbbing. Picturing her in glasses and a sexy bun was one thing but thinking about the way she cries out my name takes it to another level of turned on. I love the sounds I can pull from her while making her lose her mind. I love seeing her so free and enjoying the moment.

“I think we should go see if I can make the neighbors hear you.”

She looks out into the night. “They’re a good distance away. You’re going to have to work really hard to make that happen. We aren’t at my apartment with thin walls and old neighbors.”

I slip my hand down to her hip and squeeze. She tastes like wine as I press my lips to hers.

“Challenge accepted,” I tell her before devouring her mouth.

* * *

The air iscool and crisp as the breeze blows in off the ocean. Danielle wanted to walk on the beach this morning before we headed home.

The water washes in and out around our feet in quiet waves as we stand, staring out in the vastness that is the ocean.

“It’s beautiful,” she says reverently.

“It is,” I agree, only we’re talking about different things.

While Danielle is admiring the sea, I admire her. She looks breathtaking with her bare feet, white shorts, and tan sweater. Her hair is down and blowing in the breeze.

This weekend has been more than I thought it could be. My original intention was to have a nice, quiet weekend with Danielle before she went back to school. The universities in the city start back up this week, which means an influx of college students at the bar. I thought a getaway just a few days before life gets a little more hectic for us would be the perfect thing.

And it was. A little too perfect.

I’ve really enjoyed every moment of these last two days. Going to sleep with Danielle, waking up with her in my arms. Nothing to do but spend time together. It’s all been enlightening for me, and it’s what I want in my life.

Danielle’s arm wraps around mine, which are banded around her waist. “I’m really glad you forced me to be spontaneous with you.”

“You make it sound like I tossed a bag over your head, tied you up with duct tape, and tossed you into the back of my truck.”

She looks up at me over her shoulder. “That was awfully specific. Are you trying to tell me about another one of your fantasies?”

I laugh and tickle her side. “And if I am, are you game?”

A mischievous look glitters in her eyes. “Well, I mean, you would have to catch me first, right?”

She takes off running down the beach, her laugh filling the air as I take off after her. It’s not hard to catch up to her, and when I do, I grab her, toss her over my shoulder, and spin in a circle.

“I think someone wanted to get caught. Does the idea of duct tape turn you on, Dani Girl?”

Her laugh is music to my ears. “Now, you know my deepest, darkest secret.”

I place her down on her feet and thread my hands through her hair, pulling her face to mine. I softly press my lips to hers. One. Two. Three times before we sit in the sand.

“This really was a great idea, Ryan,” she says. “Thank you. And please thank your parents for letting us use their home.”

“You’re welcome, and I will.”

We sit in silence for a moment until Danielle asks, “Can I ask you something?”

“I don’t think we have any duct tape around. But we can add that to the list of fantasies to play out when we get back into the city. I still haven’t forgotten about your boy-band fantasy.”

She smacks my arm. “That wasn’t what I wanted to know.”