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He pulled my shirt off next. I was already braless underneath.

He bowed his head, pressing kisses along my left breast until he reached my nipple.

I gasped as he closed his mouth around it and sucked.

My head dropped back against the couch. I barely moved as Myles pulled the tie on my pajama pants, sliding them as far down as he could without lifting me.

His hand slid inside them.

One finger found my clit easily and started to stroke it, slow and teasing.

“Myles…please.”

“You want me?” he asked.

I nodded.

He grinned against my skin. “How bad?”

“Like…really bad.”

“I like that.” He lifted his head, whispering in my ear. “I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you. Lying out in the sun, topless…you looked so beautiful.”

I licked my lips hungrily. “Your swim trunks.”

He lifted his head, blinking. “What?”

“They—after you jumped in.” I groaned, starting to rock my hips against his hand. “I could…see it.”

“See it?”

“Your dick.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “I liked it.”

He chuckled. “Well. It’s all yours.”

Fuck, I liked the sound of that.

I reached for the button of his jeans, undoing them. He shifted up on his knees, squirming as I pushed them down.

I reached out and closed my fingers around his cock, stroking slowly from base to tip.

He was huge.

I licked my lips, looking up at him. “Myles?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me.”

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