Page 78 of Endgame

All of this tiptoeing we’ve been doing around our sexual tension is really starting to get to me.

Returning to the water with the wooden bat and worn brown glove in hand, Dakota approaches me with determination and professionalism in her stare. I stand still, waiting forher direction. Her heavy breathing is grounding me. I hope I do the same for her. From the corner of my eye, I catch Devin behind the camera, silently hoping he gets the pleasure of witnessing our chemistry firsthand.

Mine.

“Can we be professional about this, Callaway? As much as I’ve made it clear in the past that I want your cock, let’s not maketodaythe day you decide to give it to me.”

Her gaze intensifies.

I’m overwhelmed with pride for her. She’s come so far, and witnessing it before my eyes is incredible.Butwhen she says she wants my cock, it’s exhilarating.

“Don’t tempt me. I’m not much of an exhibitionist, but for you, I’d consider it.”

She’s so beautiful when she’s caught off guard.

“I didn’t want to get my cover-up wet.” She speaks up at barely a whisper. I have to lean my head forward to make sure I heard her clearly.

“I’m a possessive fucker, Dakota. I won’t apologize for that.”

The brightest pink blush consumes her face. “I don’t mind it. But don’t you dare call me out in front of my superiors or anyone relevant to my career again. That’s a hard no for me, Callaway.”

I now see how wrong I was. It’s like I forget to think around her and just act. “It won’t happen again. At work at least. I make no promises for anywhere else.”

Her silent nod tells me my response satisfies her.

I find myself staring at her again. It’s the two of us in the calm of the water, while the chaos of the production lies ahead on the shore. I’d give anything to stay like this with her. She’s exquisite. My heart is in a constant state of torment, wanting to respect her wishes for us not to betogether, but fighting every universal force within me that believes she was handcrafted as my everything.

“Callaway. Focus.”

“I am.”My focus is on you.

Ignoring me, she sets sight on her task at hand, her body framing the perimeters of mine, placing my body where she needs me. The subtle dragging of her hands on my arms and her chest against mine is surely going to make my cock stand at attention.

Lucky for her, unfortunate for them.

I remain still as Dakota positions my right arm bent above and lifted slightly at a forty-five-degree angle with the bat in hand, resting the top against the backside of my neck. I know what comes next and her hesitation shows me she does too.

“Uh, I’m going to need to remove your towel. I’ll stand behind you and you keep the glove in place while I slide it off. Think that will work?” She’s swallowing forcefully like she’s forcing her nervousness down deep.

Down deep.

My cock is really at attention now. I’ll calm my sarcasm in hopes of settling her nerves.

“Whatever you need.”

That seems to resolve her nervous anticipation; I watch as she rounds her tight curvy body behind me, the waves choosing this moment to break rapidly against our bottom halves. She closes the distance, moving her chest directly to my back, the softness of her arms enveloping me; the feel of her breath warms my skin. I angle the bat slightly upwards, doing my best not to knock her in the head. Her face meets directly at my shoulders, and it feels so fucking good to have her close.

“You ready, Ocean Eyes?”

Now, I’m the one caught off guard.Ocean Eyes?

I will definitely bring that up later, but for now, I’ll agree, “Let’s do this.”

And she frees my towel.

My glove falls into place, and I stand deadly still as the feeling of her arms around me dissipates; the jiggling of her ass in front of me alerts me that she’s heading to shoot.

Get your shot, angel. I’m not going anywhere.

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