Page 60 of Billion Dollar Mistake

I wish I could grab them and place them on my body. Specifically on parts that are aching for him.

“Warning you. Don’t do that again. I know you felt how hard I am for you. You don't need to drive me nuts. Otherwise, I'll bend you over right now. And go against what I said earlier and fuck you hard as you hold that railing there.”

“What if I want an audience?” I say.

His mouth is still close to my ear. “I'd give it to you if you really wanted it.”

I shake my head. “No, I don't want…I don't want to share. I just want you.”

He cuddles me tighter. “Good. I don’t like to share.”

I sink further into him. Keeping my ass away from him and trying hard not to tempt myself to rock my hips against him.

But I will probably get him off and not myself and you know what… If I'm being tortured, so will he.

We stay silent watching the houses, parks, and other ferries. My mind is no longer just freaking out about his presence and his body so close to mine, but also by the prospect of being with a guy after such a long time. I’m about to ask if he wants to grab another drink when he speaks first.

“I told my grams about you the other day,” he says.

“You did?” I clarify, turning so now I’m in front of him. My back is to the ocean.

“Yeah. She knew something was up and she made me spill.”

I laugh.

“Growing up we visited her and Gramps for Sunday dinners, where we ate chilli and cornbread. She made sure to have a one-on-one conversation with each of us to find out how we were doing at school.”

I smile. Enjoying the fond way he talks about his childhood memories. “She would give us candy during our chat. Mom and Dad never knew.”

His eyes shimmer with mischief and I imagine his face as a child getting candy behind his parents’ back.

“I like her,” I reply.

“She'd love you.”

“Why?”

I wonder what things we would have in common.

“You’re sweet, humble, and funny.”

His words make my cheeks tickle with shyness. I’m sure I’m flushed.

“I wouldn’t call myself funny but thanks.”

“You are, and I’ve never found that trait attractive but with you…” He reaches out, stroking my neck until his hand settles along my throat and his thumb rests on my lips. He touched me like this before. And it makes my legs weak. “It’s captivating. I want more. I can’t get enough of you.”

His eyes take in all of me. It’s like he’s trying to read me. His thumb taps on my lip. I’m glad he’s confused by us too.

I’m bumped into him from behind. A heavy body colliding with my back sends me forward and into Jeremy's arms. He catches me.

“Watch where you’re going,” he spits.

I try to turn my head, but the way Jeremy is holding me stops me seeing past his arms. I’m snuggled into him. Wrapped in his warmth and delicious masculine scent. My hands on his chest take in the tight pecs underneath the linen shirt, which I wish was on the floor. I want to explore his body. Like where does the hair end? Does it go directly to his pants or stop?

“I’m sorry man,” a guy’s voice slurs. It pulls my mind briefly away from dirty thoughts but not for long.

“You should be,” he fires back with venom. His voice vibrates under my hands.

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