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“Remember to scream my name when you come.”

I grind my palm against her clit as I pound into her. Her mouth falls open and her head flies back as her orgasm strikes.

“Say. My. Name.”

“C-c-caleb.”

I slow my thrusts until her body collapses on the bed. I trace her mouth with my finger.

“Open up. I want you to taste yourself.”

Her eyes fly open. She hesitates for a moment before opening her mouth. I tap her lip with my fingers and she sucks on them.

“Like the sweetest honey,” I murmur.

“I bet you taste better.”

I frown. If she sucks me off, she won’t miss the scars on my leg. I’m not ready to show those to her yet.

“Next time,” I say.

She pouts. “You never let me touch you or taste you.”

I cover her with my body. “Did you not enjoy what we just did?”

“You know I did but I want more.”

I punch my hips into her stomach. “And you’ll get more.”

“Will you take off your clothes this time?”

I start to say no but stop. It’s not fair of me to keep this part of me secret. Not after Maya told me all of her secrets. And especially not after I made her promise to stop yearning for her parents’ love.

But I’m not ready. I need to make sure she’s so firmly attached to me, she won’t go running into the ocean to join the mermaids when she sees my skin. My scars are not a pretty sight.

“Please,” she pleas. “I want to see you.”

I give in. Sort of. “Shirt off. Pants on.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “But the pants are the best part.”

I grind my hard length into her stomach. “Don’t worry. You’ll get the best part.”

I crawl off of the bed. I stand at the end and remove her jeans and panties.

“Sweater and bra off.”

She whips both the garments off and now she’s completely bare to me. Millions and millions of miles of smooth skin to explore on her curvy body.

“Your turn.” She waves to my shirt.

I whip it off and she gasps.

“Wow. Good thing there aren’t any mermaids around or they’d steal you away from me with their siren song.”

She completely ignores the jagged scar across my pec. Did she not notice it? I study her face for clues. She’s biting her bottom lip while her wide eyes are glued to my chest. She really doesn’t care.

Maybe she won’t care about my leg. Maybe the scars and mottled skin won’t bother her. No. I can’t chance it. Not yet.

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