Page 54 of Tame Me

“Hi. Nice to meet you.”

“You were incredible.” She smiled up at him.

Being this close to Hunter made it impossible to know where to look, and my eyes flitted from his chiseled torso, to his dazzling eyes that were still wired with excitement, to his plum-colored perfectly kissable lips.

A trickle of water glided from his shoulder and headed toward his nipple. I couldn’t tear my gaze away as the droplet crawled down Hunter’s tanned skin. It stopped at the tiny little lumps around the dark part of his nipple, and it took all my might not to lean over and lick it away.

“Memphis.” Lolly playfully slapped my arm, snapping me from my fantasizing.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

She rolled her eyes. “Hunter was just asking what our plans were.”

“Oh. We thought we’d be here for a while, so we’ve set up our gear over there.” I pointed off to the left of the finish line.

“Okay. I’ll have a swim, and I’ll meet you back there.”

“You just had a swim.” I giggled.

“Nah . . . that was a race. It’s not the same.” He touched my shoulder. “I’ll be back soon.”

He jogged down the beach, and with his stunning physique centered amongst the equally stunning backdrop, it was like being on a movie set as he wove in and around the dozens of buff, nearly naked men on his journey to the ocean.

Lolly burst out laughing. “Holy shit, woman, you’re drooling.”

“No, I’m not.” I wiped my chin just to be sure.

“It’s okay, ’cause I agree with you—he’s fucking gorgeous.”

I chewed my bottom lip. “You think so?”

“I know so. You like him.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Once we’d lost him in the crowd, we headed toward our towels. The sand was hot under my feet, and the sun was equally intense on my flesh.

We sat down, and Lolly reached for a water bottle from her bag. “Are you going to fuck him later?”

My god, she was loud. I cringed as I gazed at the dozens of people around us and wondered just how many had heard her. “Shhh.”

“What? No one’s listening; just answer the question.”

I glanced around, and incredibly, it didn’t appear that anyone had heard. “Maybe.”

“I would. He’s yummy. I bet he tastes yummy with all that chocolate he’s eating.” She wriggled her eyebrows, and I scrunched up my face, cringing not only at how loud she was but at her question.

“Oh, you don’t like the taste?”

Holy shit.

I turned to the ocean and prayed for Hunter to save me right now.

“Pineapple,” she said.

I turned back to her. “What?”

“Yeah, feed him pineapple. It’ll make his cum taste better.”

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