Page 133 of Off Season

We engage in a little of our normal banter, but my head is spinning with just how happy I am that he’s back. Dr. Pearl thinks I’m more into him than I’m allowing myself to admit. At this moment, I’m thinking she may be right.

Finally, after five long weeks, his lips meet mine. A sense of contentment I’ve never known floods through my body.

Uncaring where we are and who’s watching, I thread my fingers through his silky hair and deepen the kiss. Our tongues meet, and I can’t contain my moan.

I want him. No, it’s more than want. Ineedhim.

Completely absorbed in the moment and forgetting where I am, my hands begin to undo his belt buckle. I’m about to unzip his jeans when everyone at the table starts whistling and making all kinds of noises.

Whoops.

We reluctantly break our lips apart but don’t otherwise move away from each other. I need his body on mine. In mine.

I smile into his mouth. “I think you were the last to arrive tonight, kitten. You know what that means.”

His smile matches mine. “I’ve got a good one for you. The clitoris is made up of the same tissue as a penis. It expands and engorges when aroused, so technically women get erections too.”

I nod in acknowledgment of the throb currently taking place between my legs. “That makes sense for what I’m feeling right now.”

His lips and nose tickle my cheek as he breathes, “Let’s get out of here, Kam bam.” I can feel the desire pouring from him. He’s been missing me as much as I’ve missed him.

I want to leave with him, but I’m not sure I can abandon my sister in her time of need. All the guys at this table are good ones and will look out for her, but I still feel bad.

I turn my head around. Daylen mouths, “It’s okay. We’ve got her. Go.”

I look at Bailey. “We’re going to take off. Are you okay to get home?” I silently communicate that I’ll stay if she needs me.

She happily encourages me to leave while Champ offers to see her home.

Cheetah grabs my hand and pulls me through the hordes of people while growling, “I need you naked. Stat.”

“I can get on board with that plan.” I smile. “Should I take my clothes off here?”

He chuckles as we finally make our way out to the street. The air of the unseasonably warm spring night hits me. Or maybe it’s the heat of my desire for him currently causing my body temperature to rise.

Fuck, we need a cab or an Uber. We can’t walk to either of our places from here. It’s too far. Ugh. It’s going to delay things. I can’t wait any longer. Maybe we should go back inside and fuck in the bathroom. Or maybe we’ll just fuck in the cab.

As I’m scanning the street for cabs, I notice a giant boat with wheels parked right in front of the club. The side of it reads Ride the Ducks, and there’s a huge smiling duck painted on it and he looks like he’s swimming.

The driver nods at Cheetah. “Your chariot awaits, sir.”

I look at him. “What in the fuck is this?”

“It’s the Ride the Ducks vehicle. It’s a car and a boat all in one. They used to tour people around Philly in these until about eight years ago when they shut down. A guy I knew bought one of the boats. I called him before my plane took off and rented itfor the evening. It goes on land and sea. We’ll create our own Luminous Lagoon.”

I wiggle my eyebrows. “I do like the motion of your ocean. Is your vessel full of seamen?”

He laughs. “No, but I am.A lotof it. Let’s get you to the water so I can make you all wet.”

I run my nails across his scruff. “Oh, kitten, I’m most definitely already wet.”

I grab his hand and run it under my short skirt until he feels my drenched panties.

He moans out, “Fuuuck.”

I nod. “Fucking sounds good. Let’s do that.”

I giggle as he quickly scoops me into his arms, and we board the weird truck/boat. This thing is wild. I’ve never seen anything like it. It looks like it would have fit about twenty people in its heyday, which is long past.

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