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I glance around, seeing the space through his description. Emotion clogs my throat and I gulp. “Yeah, it’s really special.”

He swoops low, pressing his mouth to mine. “Just like you.”

I smile into another kiss, gliding my tongue along his bottom lip. “Impossible to resist.”

“And don’t forget I’m good at doing laundry.”

Our conversation from Bean Me Up floats to the surface. “You were coming onto me. Vigorously.”

Drake smirks, a naughty gleam entering the equation. “I’ll be your Dixon. Permanently. Just let me in, beauty.”

My nod bumps his chin. “But this is a huge decision. It’s not just me. I have to think about what’s best for the kids.”

“That’s more than fair. Whenever you’re ready,” he repeats.

“You’ll be the one I tell.”

“Until then, I’ll keep my humble abode for our sex dungeon.”

“That’s definitely something I want to see.” My grin reflects his.

Drake studies my features for a moment. “You’re happy.”

Laughter bubbles from me. “What was your first clue?”

His gaze bores into mine. “I can read you, beauty. This is your happy face.”

I trace the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “And this is yours.”

“Thanks to you.” He kisses my inner wrist.

I hum. “Such trouble.”

“For your panties.” His rasp curls my toes, and threatens to send my mind to the gutter.

“On a less serious note,” I tease. “When was the last time you ate dino nuggets?”

“As in chicken shaped like dinosaurs?”

“Those are the ones.”

Drake strokes his jaw. “Can’t recall.”

“Well then.” I begin backing to the freezer. “Hope you brought your appetite.”

“Damn, I’ve missed this.” Garrett tips his head to the sky, the sun showering him with rays.

I sip on my beer. “How long has it been since you two came aboard Shipfaced?”

“Start of summer,” Ridge grunts.

The boat rocks on a wave and I sway in the captain’s chair. “We’ve been too busy.”

“Which reminds me,” Garrett drawls. “Is your lady love occupied elsewhere? Or how did we make the cut for this outing?”

The mention of Cassidy sends a rush of heat in my veins. We parted ways last night but she won’t have the twins this weekend. Her filthy promise strokes me in a tight grip. The seductive pace is quick to get me on edge. My eyes slide shut behind my shaded lenses, giving me a moment to imagine her lowering to her knees. A groan threatens to release when she peeks up from under lowered lids. Pouty lips stretch around mycock while she sucks me to the back of her throat. Arousal pumps me and my dick twitches.

Cold droplets splash on my rigid position, knocking me from the fantasy. The gleaming surfaces on Shipfaced welcome me back to boating. Garrett and Ridge are waiting for me to answer.

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