Page 55 of F*ck You

Pulling out, he collapsed over me, his chest pressing against my back as he worked to calm his breathing. Our panting was the only sounds I could hear, and my eyes threatened to close in relaxed bliss. His heart pounded against my back, letting me know it beat for me.

My hair fell in front of my face as he released his hold. He wrapped his arm around my chest, holding me to him as he braced himself against the railing and lifted us both up. He slid his arms around my back and behind my knees, scooped me up, and carried me off in the direction of the bathroom.

“I got you,” he whispered, as he rested his chin against my forehead.

“You know, you could just throw me into the ocean to get cleaned up,” I joked, which I thought was hilarious, but apparently he didn’t think the same.

“Not with the shark infested waters right now, that was still too recent,” he responded, his words serious. “Hell, what we did just now was probably too big of a risk. I don’t know what came over me.”

I lifted up in his arms and planted a kiss to his lips, then smiled. “I did.”

He grinned, unable to deny it.

“It’s comforting that you don’t want to throw me to the sharks.”

“The only place I want to throw you is onto a bed.” He smirked, and my heart thudded even more.

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