Page 60 of Cherry on Top

Will’s jaw dropped even farther.

“But we don’t have towels or . . .” Will trailed off as Enzo lowered his zipper. Leaving his jeans hanging on his hipbones, barely.

He’d had a hookup once mention he looked insanely sexy half-dressed like this, and even though nothing between them was supposed to be real, this felt real. Real enough that Enzo was kind of counting on that being true and not just something the guy had said to boost his ego.

“You need a towel?”

“We’re gonna be wet. The ocean is wet, Enzo,” Will said, still sounding way too reasonable. Way too logical.

“A+ reasoning. We’ll figure that part out after. Come on, stop thinking so hard.” Enzo reached out and grasped his shoulder. Squeezed. “Have a little bit of fun. We both know you work too hard. And isn’t that what you’re trying to do here? Find you?”

Will nodded. Licked his lips. “Alright,” he said. He pulled off his own T-shirt and Enzo nearly swallowed his tongue. A man who sold ice cream for a living should not have abs like that.

“I like to work out,” Will said, having the nerve to sound self-conscious as Enzo stared at his bare chest.

“An understatement,” Enzo mumbled under his breath. He’d been so ready to get naked, only a few seconds earlier, but now he was suddenly self-conscious himself. He’d had a feeling Will’s clothes were hiding a wet dream of a body, but he’d underestimated just how hot the guy actually was.

“Hey,” Will said kindly and reached out for Enzo, squeezing his bicep reassuringly. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise. Now, where’s that smug little kid? I bet he’s in there somewhere.”

Oh, he was. Enzo had never been able to destroy him completely. His chin lifted, he toed off his shoes, and then he shed his jeans the rest of the way.

Will nodded in approval, dropping his shorts, leaving both of them clad in nearly identical boxer briefs, Will’s dark navy blue, and Enzo’s gray.

“You ready?” Enzo asked. Not sure he was quite ready himself.

“I thought we were gonna go skinny dipping,” Will said, taking an unfortunate step back, away from Enzo. But then he tucked his fingertips under the waistband of his boxer briefs and just tugged them right down.

Enzo was devastated. All his half-formed plans shattered around him.

Jesus.

No. he’s not here right now. And he’s not gonna be here, not with Will looking like a fucking snack.

Enzo tried to drag his mouth closed. Didn’t quite succeed.

“What is this? I thought you were so eager to go skinny dipping?” Will asked. “What about having some fun?”

“I can think of some fun we could have,” Enzo said, before he could snatch the words back.

Will laughed. “Skinny dipping, then,” he said and, without a shred of embarrassment, started down the dune, leaving Enzo behind with a picture fucking perfect view of his pale, gorgeously muscled ass.

“Fuck,” Enzo muttered. Then before he could think—or overthink—he shed his own boxer briefs and followed, skidding down the dune awkwardly, glad that he was actually behind Will. And not only because he got another really great view of that ass.

He watched as Will strode right into the water, no hesitation at all, proving that he was an ocean kid, just the same as Enzo.

The water hit Enzo’s ankles, lapping around his legs as he followed Will into the waves.

It was still warm from the hot day—and the many hot days that had preceded this one—but cool enough to tamp down a fraction of the arousal he’d felt ever since Will had tugged down his boxer briefs.

Spray dotted Will’s tanned broad shoulders, and he glowed reddish orange as the final dregs of the sun set.

He’d stopped, waiting for Enzo to catch up and they stood together, watching it, the waves covering them from the waist down.

But even then, the guy was gorgeous, and Enzo had trouble not looking at him.

“I . . .uh. . .hope that was okay,” Will said, breaking the silence.

Enzo glanced at him with surprise. “What was okay? You stripping down and giving me a show I won’t forget anytime soon?”

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