Page 8 of Tease Me

“No.”

He yanked his tank top off and scooped me up, one arm around my back, one beneath my knees.

“Hey!” I squealed.

He turned toward the ocean.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” I tried to wriggle out of his arms.

He raised his eyebrows. “Try and stop me.”

Chapter Three

My screams were mixed with giggles as I beat Corben’s chest, trying to stop him from throwing me into the water.

But his cast-iron arms and square jaw showed his determination. “Throw your shoes on the sand, or they’ll take a dunking.”

“No!” I screamed and giggled at the same time.

He took another step, and when I tossed my sneakers as far as I could up the beach, he continued walking into the water, and I carried on slapping and squealing.

My butt was in the water as the waves hit Corben’s hips. He walked like a robot, and I had visions of him being the Terminator, carrying on his mission until it was complete.

“I’ll kiss you if you stop.” Desperate measures were required.

He slowed and lowered his mirrored glasses down toward me. “Go on then.”

Giggling, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew my lips to his. He may have been a muscular rock, but his lips were soft and tender, catching me by surprise. I glided my fingers through his buzz cut and pulled him closer to me, wanting more. As he opened his mouth and I pushed my tongue in to explore, I realized this was my first-ever public kiss.

It was exhilarating, wild. Free.

None of the men I’d had relationships with had ever shown affection to me beyond closed doors.

Thiswas yet another Jane milestone, and as our kiss deepened, I wanted to thank Corben in the only way I knew how. . . with the best sex he’d ever had.

My clit purred with that wonderful decision.

I eased back and smiled at my casual sex partner. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” A cheeky grin lit up his face, and I screamed as he tossed me away.

Desperately clutching my sunglasses to my face, I plunged beneath a wave. Freezing water attacked me from all angles as I planted my feet on the sandy bottom and pushed for the surface.

“You bastard!” I yelled and giggled as I shoved my annoying fringe from my eyes.

He stood, his legs spread wide, statue-like, as a wave crashed into his rock-hard chest. His chiseled abs glistened with water droplets, and the ‘trust’ tattoo beneath his left nipple seemed to glow.

“Trust, huh.” I pointed at the tattoo. “I’ll never trust you again.”

“I didn’t actually agree to your negotiation.”

“But I kissed you.” I scooped a wall of water at him with my arms.

It didn’t faze him one bit. “And what a lovely kiss it was.”

He knew all the right things to say.

He’s forgiven. . . again.

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