Page 82 of Meet Me at Midnight

“I want your shirt off,” I command, tugging at it from the bottom hem to exaggerate my point.

He hinges at the hips, sitting up without taking his fingers out of me and pulls his shirt over his head with his free hand. I take in his tanned chest and tattoos, licking my lips.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, to toss his shirt to the deck of the boat, and my body shakes at the loss.

I’m shocked when he lifts them to his mouth and sucks them clean.

That might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Beau.”

“I had to taste you.”

He pulls a condom from his pocket and unbuckles his belt, sliding his shorts down just enough to free his hard cock. I stare at it hungrily, watching avidly as he strokes the condom down its length and secures it at the base.

I’m a horny mess, wanting so badly to suck him into my mouth but also wanting to feel him inside. Since the condom is already on, though, I settle for the latter.

I pull him down on top of me and between my legs, and he tugs the lace of my thong to the side and fills me with his cock, his stroke smooth and slow.

I groan at the feel of him, my head falling back and my eyes closing.

He grabs at my chin and pulls it back forward, and I open my eyes to look at him. “Look at me,” he whispers. “Other people might be watching us, but while I’m inside you, you look at me.”

I nod. His command isn’t a hardship. After coming from crushing on him for what feels like my whole life to here, I’ll look at him all fucking day long.

We’re panting softly, our breathing mingles, and our eyes hold as he moves in and out of me, his cadence a perfect, steady beat. It’s not too fast and not too slow, and if I weren’t already so close to coming, I swear I’d let him keep doing it forever.

His teeth nip at my bottom lip just once before he reengages eye contact, and I wrap my legs around his hips to clasp them at the heels. Pleasure seeps into every fiber of my body, working so deep, I swear it’s in my bones.

“Beau, you feel so good.”

He nods, his brown eyes soft as he sinks a hand into the hair at the side of my face. “Keep talking like that and you’re going to make me come.”

I smile, and he shakes his head.

“Holy fuck, you’re sexy.”

“Beau,” I moan, my climax rolling in so fast I almost don’t expect it. My eyes flutter and my head lolls, and time as I know it ceases to exist.

He puts his lips to mine, breaking the seam of their seal with his tongue, and I gasp as he picks up his pace, his strokes hitting even deeper. He’s chasing his own pleasure now, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever been a part of.

We’re not just as good as I always thought we’d be—we’re better.

“Dude, I swear you were green by the time my brother showed up on his boat last night!” Avery says through a laugh, her ass on my desk atop the pile of papers I very much need. “You’ve got to do some reps, come out with me a little more, get your game back. I can’t be taking a lightweight everywhere I go!” She snorts. “What if Beau hadn’t shown up?”

“Yeah,” I muse vaguely. If he hadn’t shown up, then I definitely wouldn’t have ended up having sex with him. On his boat. On the open water for anyone to see.

“Did you actually yak? Or did you just feel sick? Because you actually look a little skinnier.”

“Ave.” I eye her shiftily. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah,nowyou are!” she bursts with a laugh. “But I mean yesterday.”

Technically speaking, I didn’t feel good. I feltconsumed. By Beau. So, kind of the same difference, right?

Right.

“Yeah, I definitely didn’t feel good,” I lie, raging guilt niggling at my every nerve.

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