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She had such a smooth, porcelain complexion. He wondered if that flush across her cheeks would spread over the rest of her fair skin. He was dying to see what it would look like when she came, her body flushed and sated, her breasts swollen, her sex slickened with arousal.

Her curves up against his muscular frame would be fucking spectacular.

And hell if he wouldn’t love to explore every one of them.

He would love to run his hands and lips all over her delectable body.

To kiss her and tease her for hours—and then finally claim her as his.

His phone buzzed, drawing him out of his daydream. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

He quickly thumbed a response.

Me too, sweetheart. Stay safe until then.

Worry niggled at the back of his mind. As far as he knew, she still didn’t have her car. He couldn’t keep chauffeuring her around. It’s not like she was his girlfriend or something. And damn. When was the last time he’d even had a serious relationship?

Dating a woman for a few weeks and then moving on had served him well in the past. What was so different about this woman that had his head spinning in circles, his cock hardening every time she was near, and his protective instincts soaring?

He frowned as he heard a shriek and a splash, and saw that Noah had actually jumped in the water with the woman.

She clung to him as they emerged from the ocean a moment later, and Jacob bent down from the deck to help haul her up.

Mason raised his eyebrows as Noah climbed back onto the deck again. He shrugged easily, grabbing his aviators from where he’d set them down. “She dared me to do it,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh, you are in so much trouble,” she said, playfully pouting at him.

“We’re going to go grab drinks and apps at one of the bars,” Jacob said, nodding toward the string of oceanfront hotels and restaurants along the boardwalk. “Want to come with?”

“Nah, another time,” Mason said. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

He turned, walking alone down the dock back toward the sand. Normally he’d be all about having beers with his buddies and a couple of women, but those two college-aged girls were just that—girls. Silly. Predictable. A sure thing.

He had Taylor had been dancing around their flirtation for months.

And something about the slow burn between them would make the victory all that much sweeter.

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