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The salty stream coats my taste buds when he finally pulls out. Licking the cum off my lips, I offer him a clear shot of my tongue.

“Now, swallow.” He grins, satisfaction shining from every crevice of his face, “Put my cum where it belongs.”

I swallow every fucking drop.

There’s dry cum sticking to the back of my legs when he lifts me up and carries me into the shower. I wrap myself around him, letting the hot water and steady hands wash the residue from my aching body.

The evidence of our night together gets scrubbed from my skin. I watch the murky water disappear down the drain, wishing it could take the sticky feelings left in my chest.

I tell myself it won’t make a difference.

It can’t.

Because falling for Marlin Seaborn wasn’t part of the plan.

Chapter 39

MARLIN

My little saint is not a morning person.

That is what I found out when I woke her before swim practice the next morning. It was a charming effort on my end, taking the time to make her come twice before heading on my way, but for some reason she did not see it that way.

“I don’t ever want to see your face before 4:30 again.” Melody glares at me, her deliciously flushed body recapturing my attention, “Don’t make this a habit, Marlin.”

“Maybe I should skip practice to make it up to you.”

“NO!”She crawls under the covers, doing a poor job of hiding from me, “Give me a couple of hours to recover.”

“Ah, so you do want me to come back.”

Sheepish eyes peek out from the duvet, “I didn’t say that.”

“I think you did.” A wicked grin hits my lips as I crawl back on the bed, “Do you want me to bring some ropes to play with?”

She blushes prettily and I add it to my to-do list.

“No.”

“You don’t sound very convincing.”

Her brows pinch into a scowl, “I mean it, Marlin.”

“Mm, consider it done.” Pressing my lips to her neck, I breathe her in, “You will look ravishing all tied up for me, little saint.”

She shrieks when I bite down. Her body wiggles under the covers, trying to escape the punishing stamp of my teeth.

“Wear the black skirt for me today.” Kissing the flushed skin, I smile at the mark I leave behind, “You know which one.”

“I hate you.”

Chuckling, I roll off the bed and make my way towards the door.

“I still don’t believe you.”

Melody is grumbling to herself when I slip out of her bedroom.

My mind stays relatively empty as I wander through the trails, listening to the birds announce the sunrise. The morning feels calm and steady, much like my fingers as they finish fastening the cuff links at my wrist.

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