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Did I?

No. No, that wasn’t what we were doing.

This was just sex.

And texting.

And talking.

And traveling.

And companionship.

And lazily making out.

And… how was that not a boyfriend?

Except it didn’t matter. Wecouldn’tbe together.

Wasn’t that just my luck? I’d finally found a man who seemed to think I was worth a little bit of effort, but the Navy said I couldn’t have him. Go figure.

Moaning softly into his kiss, I dragged my fingers through his wet hair. This was all we could have. It was what it was.

I was just grateful that, if only for now, it was enough for Connor.

ThatIwas enough for Connor.

CHAPTER25

CONNOR

Icould’ve stayed in that pool until the sun went down, exploring Alex’s mouth like we had all the time in the world.

Naturally, though, the alarm on my phone rudely went off.

I gave a bitchy little groan of protest, reached past him, and silenced the stupid thing. Alex took the opportunity to kiss my neck, and… oh, fuck, maybe the steaks could wait a few more minutes.

I pressed against him, and we both gasped when my hip brushed his thickening erection. I hadn’t intended for us to get anything started—hadn’t imagined either of us had anything left after earlier—but I didn’t mind being wrong.

I rubbed more deliberately against his cock and purred, “Somebody’s getting excited.”

His breath was a hot, ragged huff, and then he lifted his head to find my lips again. “I’m always excited when you’re touching me.”

I hummed into his kiss and nudged him toward the edge of the pool.

“We should eat,” he murmured, though he didn’t sound too insistent. “We can pick this up again after lights out.”

I moaned as I slid my hands up his back. “Or you could sit up on the edge of the pool and I could blow you.”

Alex swore softly and pressed against me, his hard-on rubbing through the thin fabric of our swim trunks. “Fuck…”

“Like that idea?”

“I always like the idea of one of us blowing the other.”

“Then why are you still in the pool with your shorts on?”

He stole another kiss, then slipped off his shorts and tossed them up on the side where they landed with a wet slap. He hoisted himself onto the edge and grinned down at me, stroking his hard dick. “You sure those steaks can wait?”

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