Page 8 of On The Beach

I took another swig of my beer to keep my mouth shut. I had questions. Why didn't they use stem-cell-based therapies? What were the long-term results? What about off-target effects?

Goddamn it!

Stop it, Mick. You're not a scientist anymore. You're now a beach bum. A damn good one.

But I couldn't deny I was intrigued. It had been a long time since I thought about my old life, and I wasn't about to start now. I needed to get Belle off this island before she dug up things I'd buried for a reason.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked her so she'd stop talking about my erstwhile purpose.

She burped, covering her mouth. "Excuse me?"

"Wanna go overboard, Babycakes?"

"I…don't have a swimsuit," she said, clearly unsure.

"No swimsuit, no problem." I stood up and began to undress. When I was completely naked, I winked at her. She stared at my dick, and I couldn't help but nod smugly. "I know. It's a good size."

"Christ!" She averted her eyes. "Put some clothes on."

"I prefer to keep my clothes dry when I swim," I teased.

When she looked at me, rolling her eyes, I turned around to show her my finely toned ass before jumping off the boat. I floated on my back, watching her from the water.

It was freeing, just drifting under the sun.

"You coming in or what?" I challenged.

She took a deep breath and then stripped down to her bra and panties, hesitated for a moment, then joined me in the bluest of blue waters.

"Nice ass," Franco called appreciatively.

"Very nice legs," Cato added.

Belle swam over to me, and when she got close, I turned to face her. "Glad you could join me."

A small wave shifted her, and I grabbed her waist as if to steady us both, but I just wanted my hands on her.

"Thanks," she murmured, her voice soft. "I…." She was about to say something, but her words faltered when she saw I was gawking at her tits, her areolas clearly visible through the beige bra, turned transparent by the water.

She blushed, and I couldn't help but grin. "A bit too late for modesty, Babycakes." I slid a hand down to cup her ass, pulling her close.

"Ah…this is a bit too intimate," she choked out, her voice shaky.

"Yeah," I agreed, thrusting my hips gently against hers, letting her feel my erection. It had been a while since a woman had gotten me so hot so quickly.

A small moan escaped her lips, and the tension between us intensified.

I brushed some wet hair off her face, my thumb grazing her cheek. "Belle, you wanna get laid?"

"What?" She squirmed in my arms, flustered.

I laughed, letting her go. She was out of herelement, no doubt about that. This was a woman who lived in a lab and probably had all her thrills in a petri dish. Unless, of course, she'd had a few drinks—then, maybe, she loosened up a littlebeforeshe threw up.

"I'm a straightforward kinda guy, and I think you're sexy." My tone was cool in contrast to the heat between us and the warm water surrounding us.

She placed a hand on my shoulder for balance, clearly not as comfortable in the water as I was. "I…I don't have sex with guys like you," she admitted, her legs tangling with mine.

I groaned as her thighs brushed against my cock. Fuck, but that felt good.

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