Page 105 of Off Season

He flashes his dimples before rubbing his nose along mine. “I adore you, Kam bam.”

“I adore your stamina, kitten.”

He rolls his hips until his tip runs through my wetness. “How about I show you my stamina right now?”

I pat up and down my bare waist and hips like I’m looking for something. “Ooh, sorry, but this outfit doesn’t have pockets. No condom.”

He kisses along my neck as his cock continues to move through me. “How about we go bare? The sun isn’t out right now. Perhaps you could use a little boost of Vitamin D.”

“Umm, no. Absolutely not. You could be a walking STD for all I know.”

He chuckles. “I haven’t been with anyone else since you moved to town.”

I jerk my head back in surprise. “For real? Why not?”

He nods. “As soon as I met you, I stopped noticing others. It’s kind of annoying, but no one stirs my dick, brain, and funny bone like you.”

I shrug. “Too bad I can’t say the same. Maybe I’m the one who isn’t clean.” I know I am, but I can’t do this. I never have. It’s too intimate.

He narrows his eyes at me. “Have you been with another man since the night of theSports Illustratedparty?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t lie to him, not after all he’s done for me over the past few days. With a long sigh, I open my eyes and admit, “I didn’t go home with that guy. No man has buzzed the Brillo besides you since I moved to Philly. Only women and none since your birthday.”

“What about—”

“None, Cruz.”

His dimples come out in full force, and I roll my eyes. “Don’t get all starry-eyed on me. It doesn’t mean anything. I wasn’t actively choosing not to go home with someone. None were of interest to me. If they were, I would have happily let them check my oil.”

He raises one of his dark eyebrows. “Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. It means everything. You’re more into me than you’re admitting, even to yourself.”

I’m quiet. He’s not wrong.

He swivels his hips again so his tip breaches my entrance. He moves it in and out a few times. Just the tip. No further.

He whispers. “Did you know that whales have the second largest dick in the ocean?”

Trying to pretend like his unsheathed tip isn’t moving in and out of me, I respond, “No, they’re not second, they’re first.”

He smiles. “Let me clarify. They’re second whenI’mswimming in the ocean.”

I let out a small laugh before things take a serious turn. We simply stare at each other. His blue eyes are filled with so much emotion. This might be the most intimate moment of my life. I’m taking deep breaths, trying to remain calm.

His lips brush across mine before latching on. The kiss is soft and sweet with his tongue grazing across my inner lip, immediately relaxing me. When did his taste start to have a calming effect on my inner crazy?

I wrap my legs tighter around him and roll my hips forward, causing his dick to move further and further inside me. Oh fuck, that feels good. It’s like I can feel every ridge and vein of him inside me.

He smiles into my mouth when he’s eventually seated to the hilt. I can’t help but let out a moan.

My breathing becomes labored to the point where I need to pull out of the kiss. But then I do what I should never do. I begin to think. My head starts spinning. What am I doing? I can’t let this happen. It’s too much.

I pull away and let him slip out of me before exhaling and dipping below the surface until I reach the bottom of the ocean floor.

We’re in the bay, so it’s only a few feet down, but I can feel the soft sand hit my feet. I don’t want to go up and face him. I should never have let that happen.

Within seconds, I feel a big arm around my waist, pulling me up. I remain lifeless as I let him use his free arm to help us back up to the surface.

We’re both breathless when we break through.

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