Page 17 of Mr. Charming

Fuck yeah, I did. “Give me a minute.”

She rose on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on my lips. “Hurry.”

I placed my hand on the back of her head to keep her with me, and she slid her tongue into my mouth. I’d never grow tired of her forwardness and the way she took what she wanted from me. The trust she gave me was addicting.

I patted her ass after we closed the kiss, and she gave me one quick peck before sauntering over to the water’s edge.

Not wanting to be away from her, I hurriedly changed into my swim trunks. When I reached the deck, she was still standing at the edge, looking down at the water. I was surprised she wasn’t already neck deep.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my head into the crook of her neck. It was my favorite position with her, feeling as though I was offering her shelter and protection. Plus, she smelled so damn good.

“I thought if a shark came and ate me, you’d think I ran away with another man. So, I figured I’d wait.”

I laughed and tightened my arms around her. “I think I would have noticed the bloody water, and I’m hoping you would have screamed so I could be your hero.”

“What if he just swallowed me whole and you spent the rest of your life without me, thinking I’d found some man who swept me away? That’d be sad.”

I kissed the nape of her neck, and she put her hands over my arms. “Want to tell me the real reason?”

She sighed. We were so alike, always trying to hide our real fears. “What if there really is a shark and you weren’t here to save me?”

“I’d sacrifice myself so you could live.”

“But what if the shark only wanted me because I’m cute?”

“Are you saying I’m not cute?”

She circled in my arms, and I clung to her tighter. “You’re the cutest, but you’re hairy, and maybe the shark doesn’t want hair in its teeth.”

I lowered my hands to her ass. “Let’s get in the water, babe.”

She rested her head on my chest. “The sun feels good.”

“The water will feel better.” I wasn’t about to let her not enjoy the water because she was scared of sharks.

“Maybe I’m in the mood for that food you promised me now.” Her hand wedged between our bodies, and she ran her palm over my dick.

“Hey.” I placed my finger under her chin and raised her head to look at me. “You trust me?”

She nodded.

So I walked us to the edge, picked her up, and jumped toward the water.

“Tweetie!” Her scream was quickly garbled from the water.

When we emerged, she wrapped her body around mine, her eyes frantically searching the water.

I laughed. “I swear I would never imagine you’d be scared of sharks.”

She reared her head back. “Have you never seen Shark Week? Or Jaws?”

I laughed harder. “I figured you were more the kind to learn exactly where to punch the shark to make it go away. That you’d be protecting me.”

She pushed my hair away from my face. My face was clean-shaven since the season had ended, and she seemed to enjoy my clean face. “I would. I’d put myself in harm’s way for you.”

I kissed her. “I know, but then we’d be wrestling one another to see who could save the other.”

She giggled, and her legs tightened around my waist. “And we’d both be eaten.”

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