Page 254 of Filthy Elites

Since it doesn’t look deep here, I follow him. My toes sink into the wet sand. I’m okay when we’re ankle deep, but then the water gets deeper. It sloshes around my kneecaps, and he’s still pulling me.

“Dare.”

He must hear the nervousness in my tone because he stops and looks back at me.

“This is far enough,” I tell him uncertainly. “I don’t want to get my skirt wet.”

He lets go of my hand and turns around. I gasp as he suddenly bends, catches water in his hands, and throws it at me.

“Dare!”

He laughs and the sound is so lovely, it’s as if everything inside me lifts. “Too late. You’re wet now.”

There’s a devious bend to his eyebrow when he says that. It turns my cheeks pink as I grab a handful of water and throw it right back at him. I aim for his face but he dodges. Droplets of ocean water still hit him, clinging to his thick dark hair.

Without meaning to, I move a little closer, then I’m chasing him and we’re throwing water at one another until we’re completely soaked.

My drenched clothes are clinging to my body at this point, so when he grabs me and makes me go farther out, I let him. Water sloshes past my hips, and my white skirt looks cool floating in the ocean around me.

I’m not sure how deep the water is over here, but he knows I can’t swim, so I know he won’t take me too far. He’s taller than I am, though, so he may not realize how deep the water is getting.

“Dare,” I say, pulling on his hand once the water is waist deep.

He stops and turns back to look at me. My bright yellow cami top is more of a marigold now that it’s wet. The thin fabric is plastered against my skin, showing the outline of my breasts, the hardness of my nipples.

Dare’s gaze darkens as he looks at me. He grabs me, pulling me over to him. He takes my hips to pull me closer, then his hands slide down and cup my ass. I’m startled at the way he squeezes until I realize he’s lifting me. He tells me to wrap my legs around him.

My heart thuds dully, an ache between my thighs I’ve never felt in the presence of any other guy. He lifts me easily since we’re in the water, and then my pussy is pressed against him, only the thin, wet barrier of my panties protecting me.

I don’t feel like I need any protection from him, though. A week ago, I would have said that’s a crazy fucking thing to even think, but right now as I bob in the water with his strong hands under my ass, I feel safe.

It’s the same feeling I had that night in the pool when he wrapped his arms around me and saved me from a watery grave.

Our positions are almost the same, too. I hadn’t noticed because my head is above water, and since we were playing in the ocean, I’m not scared.

I realize that’s why he brought me out here.

I freaked out when the water hit my ankles. Now, I’m submerged in the ocean, my feet not even touching the ground, and I feel completely safe.

It’s him.

I feel safe with him.

Yearning I’ve never felt before hits me. It hits like a truck—Iwanthim. I like him. I want to feel the way I feel when I’m with him all the time.

Maybe that’s why I lean my heavy head forward and bury it in the crook of his neck.

Maybe that’s why, when he pushes his fingers through my hair and tugs my head back to make me look at him…

Maybe that’s why I let him kiss me.

My belly fills with butterflies as his lips touch mine. It’s electric, euphoric. I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes, tightening my legs around his body to pull him closer. My heart pounds and my pussy throbs with need that twists in my gut when his fist tightens in my hair like he’s as hungry for it as I am.

Anae.

Fuck.

No, I hate her. Fuck her. She tried to get me fired.

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