Page 17 of Stranded with a SEAL

“Any type of exotic locale will work for me,” Bailey said.

Mason handed Bailey a fishing rod, glancing over at Taylor. “Let’s check yours, sweetheart. We might have to put on more bait.”

“So I just…stick a worm on here?” Bailey asked, scrunching her nose.

Noah watched her in amusement, his lips quirking. She looked cuter than hell standing there, holding that fishing rod and wearing nothing but her yellow string bikini. Her long ponytail trailed down her back. He had the urge to go over and grab her, jumping into the ocean together.

He wasn’t sure if she’d appreciate that though. Besides, they were supposed to be out here fishing.

“I thought you said you’ve been fishing before,” he said with a grin. “Now that we’re out on a boat in the middle of the Atlantic, you don’t know what to do?”

“I have been fishing before, but I made my brothers help me. And it’s been years since I’ve done it.”

He grabbed the worm box. “Do you want me to do the honors?”

“Please,” she said, waving the box away and taking a step back.

After he baited the line, Noah stepped behind her, his arms wrapping around her slender frame. His large hands rested over hers as she held the fishing pole. “We’re going to cast the line,” he said, enjoying the feeling of her against him. Her ass was right up against his cock, and with nothing but the thin fabric of their swimsuits separating them, he edged back slightly, not knowing how she’d react to his growing erection.

Glancing down over her shoulder, he could see the swell of her breasts. The string bikini top fit her perfectly, showing off her chest to its full advantage. He forced himself to concentrate, to remain focused on the task.

Their friends were right by them on the boat. He was supposed to be helping her fish, not mentally undressing her. “We’re going to swing the pole back, carefully because I’m behind you.”

“You don’t want a fish hook in you?” she teased.

“That’s a negative, sunshine.”

He moved slightly to the side, so they could lift the fishing rod without him in the way, and then with a flick of the wrist, they cast their line into the ocean.

She squealed in delight as it flew through the air. “I’m really fishing!”

He chuckled. “Ease up, there you go. Yes you are. Now let’s see if we can catch something for dinner.”

“Oh my God, something’s tugging on my line already!”

The fishing pole bobbed in her hands, and Noah gripped it along with her. “Holy hell. If that’s not beginner’s luck, I don’t know what is.”

“Oh crap, what do I do?”

“You caught something!” Taylor shouted, rushing over. “Wow, how’d you manage that so fast? This is crazy!”

“Now we reel it in,” Noah explained. “I’ll help, yep, here we go.” A moment later, Noah was lifting her fish up onto the boat, grinning. “That might be bigger than Mason’s.”

“Easy now,” Mason said with a low chuckle.

“Bigger than the fish you caught,” Taylor chastised, shaking her head. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Mason winked, tugging her close for a kiss.

“Oh my God,” Bailey said, watching as Noah opened the cooler. “Dinner is going to be amazing the next few nights!”

“If you caught it, you have to clean it,” Noah quipped.

“What? No way!” she said, swatting his arm. “Who made up that rule?”

He laughed, unhooking the fish and laying it in the cooler. “You’re too easy to tease, sunshine.”

“Am not.”

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