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“I’m holding it,” Warrick said. “Don’t let it get away.”

Sucking in breath, I reached in, grabbing at it, but the damn thing was twisting and slippery and un-fucking-grabbable. My hand kept slipping and slipping, and I found myself in a full-on wrestling match with a damn fish, and it was winning.

Desperate, I tried to grab whatever I could, and luckily, I grabbed the tail and held on for my dear life. Yanking it out the water, I wrapped my arms around it—and the tail slapped me in the face.

“Fuck!” I yelled.

And fucking Warrick was laughing. I suddenly hated the asshole. I tried to avoid the flapping tail, but it was hard. I got about three more whacks before Warrick pried it out of my hand and hefted it to the boardwalk, delivering a hard stun to it on the head.

“Oh, wow, you got a three-footer paddlefish,” he said. “It’s got about twenty-five pounds on it too. I have a killer recipe for this bad boy. You did good, baby.”

I stuck out my tongue. “I think I swallowed some scales.”

I didn’t expect the kiss, but he gave me one anyway, his smug grin irritating. “And now I have some too.”

Elbowing him, I laughed, “Dork.”

We headed back to the cabin, me half wet, half dry, and with a memory to last me the rest of my life. While he went off to the kitchen to deal with the fish, I headed to the bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the tub. Warrick had retrofitted it to be a standing-in shower with a frosted glass enclosure.

I couldn’t wait to get this fishy smell off me.

Chapter Seventeen

Warrick

Ihad the fish cleaned up and portioned into the fridge while I heard the shower turn on. Rinsing my hands, I headed to the bathroom, suddenly craving a shower myself. The glass had not started misting up yet, and I saw her body through the glass while she had her head tilted to the spray.

Long legs, perky butt, flat belly, and perky tits—God, she looked like a buffet I needed to devour. I tapped on the glass door. “Need some help getting clean?”

She pulled the door open an inch. “The eighties called. They want this corny pick-up line back,” she said, laughing.

“Nope,” I laughed while stripping and plucking a condom from my wallet. “It’s genius. We’re conserving water now.”

“Sure,” she said, even as she rolled her shoulder. “Be useful and rub this shoulder; it’s stiff.”

Obliging, I started at her shoulders and massaged the muscles there, loving the way her eyes slid shut and a soft groan left her mouth. “That feels good,” she said, turning her back to me and lifting her now wet hair off her back. She shifted it to fall over the other shoulder.

I touched a water droplet running down her spine, and I dropped to my knees and licked it.

“Warrick—” Her tone was rough, lustful.

Reaching around her, I cupped both plump breasts and coasted my thumb across two stiff peaks. Zara’s eyelids fluttered closed, and I did it again, taking them between my thumb and forefinger, pinching her tight buds while pressing my body into hers.

Under my hands, she was wet, warm, and dripping, her naked body slick, slippery, and supple. I couldn’t stop touching her, stimulating her breasts before slipping my hands between her legs. It was even hotter and wetter than the rest of her, and Zara moaned into my mouth as I massaged her wet pussy.

“P-please tell me you h-have a condom on you,” she groaned.

I handed it to her. “Boy Scouts always come prepared.”

Reversing the touch on her clit, I kissed the back of her neck when her hips bucked against me as I slid two fingers into her tight, hot entrance. Grabbing my arm, she moaned, her mouth open, her head dropping on my shoulder. I slid a third finger in, kissing up and down her neck, sealing my lips over her frantic pulse.

She turned in my arms and slid her hands under my arms, her nails digging into my back, my lips against her ear. Her nipples were stiff on my chest as her hand fisted around my cock and stroked it. Her breathing grew faster as I shifted her weight, threw one of her legs over my hip, and my cock throbbed.

I pushed her harder against the wall as she got the condom on, and I hefted her up against the wall.

“Warrick—” she gasped. “—fuck me.”

Those three breathless words shot straight to my core.

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