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"Okay?"

"This is not a relationship. You are not my girlfriend, and you never will be. I have no interest in ever settling down. Also, you are free to date whomever you like, as am I. In the event jealousy or any feelings get involved, this ends immediately. Can you agree to that?" She moved out of my grip and walked to the other side of the dock. She was so quiet, and I couldn't judge her facial expressions because she'd turned away from me. "Why don't you take some time to think about it?"

She turned around to face me and began strolling toward me. "So, no relationship. Friends, and I can still see other guys?"

"Yes, but if you are intimate with someone, I expect you to use a condom, and I'll do the same."

"Fair enough." she was still moving toward me. She looked so fucking sexy. It was taking every ounce of control to keep from kissing her, touching her, fucking her, but I couldn't not until she agreed. "Alright, I agree."

As soon as I heard the words, it was all over. It was close to an attack; I had her pinned against the dock railing, devouring her mouth before she had a chance to think about it as the rain began to trickle down.

My hands mapped the curves of her body with a desperation that set my body on fire, each curve and hollow a discovery that made my breath catch. She melted against me, every small sound she made driving me closer to the edge of control. The heat of her skin burned through the damp fabric between us.

Time stretched, marked only by the thunder of my pulse and the soft, needy sounds catching in her throat. The storm around us faded to background noise, insignificant compared to the hurricane building between us with each shared breath.

Her hands tugged at my shirt while her mouth stayed firmly against mine as our tongues competed for submission. Without releasing her, I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt, feeling the softness of her skin until I reached the lace of her panties. I twisted the thin material in my fist, and with one hard jerk, the panties were gone. My mouth roamed her jawline, neck, and down the lines of the low-cut shirt she wore while my free hand frantically undid my belt.

Shoving my pants and boxers down, I freed my cock. I wanted to slow down, savor this moment, the feeling of her but I couldn't. I needed her like I needed air to breath. The tip of my cock nudged her entrance, and she pleaded with the sound of her moans. Every sound she made pulled at another thread of my control. I slowly slipped my wide head inside her, and stilled when she sucked in a harsh breath and held it. Her fingers curled into my shoulders. I had to remind myself she was still a virgin.

“Breathe, Olivia.” She slowly released her breath. “You have to keep breathing.”

“More.” she whimpered.

She inhaled and I slipped deeper inside her inch by painstaking inch pausing each time to allow her time to adjust to me, until I was buried deep inside her. Our gazes locked as I held myself deep. Our bodies fit perfectly together, like we were made for each other. The heat of her pussy swallowed me whole and when she rocked her hips against me, I lost the last thread of control I had.

On a strangled groan, I withdrew before pushing back in this time, not pausing before withdrawing again. Her head fell back with her fingers clasped around my neck and my mouth assaulted her throat as her pussy squeezed me.

I wanted to slow down, I wanted to keep control, but I was lost in her. “Fuck,” I groaned my hips snapping against hers. Rain and sweat slicked our skin and our breathing accelerated as I ground myself deep inside her.

My speed increased and the sound of our hips slapping together echoed over the rain fall. Her eyes fluttered closed and her forehead dropped to mine. Our heated breaths mingled in the electric air between us.

“Nick,” she cried out as her fingers dug into my shirt, and her entire body vibrated against me. I moved faster and harder and took her mouth with mine; her nails dug deeper as she found her peak, and with one more thrust, I followed her on the high.

My head collapsed on her chest, and, still inside her, I felt her shudder.

The rain was coming down harder now, and I wasn't sure if the convulsion was out of pleasure or if she was cold. I released her, allowing her legs to fall to the ground slowly. She smiled shyly at me.

I studied her face in the darkness, searching for signs of discomfort. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." A slow smile spread across her lips, dreamy and satisfied. "I'm better than okay."

Lightning split the sky. Thunder cracked like a whip, and she crashed against my chest, fingers digging into my arms. The storm had found us.

"Come on." I pressed my lips to her ear, my words barely carrying over the percussion of rain on dock planks. The house was too far, the lightning too close.

The boathouse waited, dark and solid against the tempest. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward safety, fumbling with the side door until it gave way beneath my palm.

We couldn't make it back to the house with the lightning like it was, so I grabbed her hand and led her to the boathouse.

I opened the side door and led her in with me.

"What is this place?" Olivia's voice echoed against the wooden walls, stirring dust motes in the filtered moonlight.

I ran my hand along the smooth cedar planks, remembering their former roughness. "It came with the land. Just an old boathouse back then. All weathered cedar and rusted hinges." I gripped the handles of the sliding doors, their brass cool against my palms. With a push, they glided apart, revealing the lake beyond. The sound changed instantly—from enclosed quiet to the open symphony of water lapping against the dock pylons.

Olivia picked her way across the shadowed floor. "Does it have electricity?"

A crack of lightning illuminated the space through the windows. "Yes, but the power's out." I moved to the large doors, feeling the storm's electricity humming in the brass handles. "The moon will give us enough light."

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