Page 63 of Goalie's Obsession

She tilts her head, eyes flicking toward the beach. We’re far now. The music’s a distant thump, the figures just moving specks in the sun.

“Can you imagine if Ethan saw us right now?” she says, dragging one hand across my chest. “Neck-deep in the ocean. My legs around your waist. My mouth so close to your ear…”

“Don’t,” I grit out, already picturing the look on Ethan’s face. Fury. Regret. And underneath it all? The knowledge that helost.

“Oh, Iwill,” she purrs.

I told myself I’d stay away. That Ethan’s warning meant something.

But looking at her now, laughing, wet, wrapped around me like this... that line I wasn’t supposed to cross?

I burned it. Buried the ashes. And then let her set fire to the rest of me.

Her hand slides lower.

I stiffen as her fingers slip beneath the water, gliding over my abs, teasing the waistband of my board shorts.

My breath stutters. “Lucy…”

Her eyes gleam as she brushes her hand lower until her fingers wrap around the hard, aching length of my cock beneath the water.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

I choke on a groan, my hips jerking involuntarily as she starts to stroke me—slow and purposeful, like she’s testing how far she can push me before I lose it completely.

“No one can see,” she whispers, voice all honey and pure seduction. “They’re too far. Too distracted.”

“Jesus, Lucy—” My grip on her hips tightens as her thumb sweeps over the sensitive tip. “Are you trying to kill me?”

She kisses the corner of my mouth, her breath hot against my cheek. “You’ve been watching me all day like you wanted to devour me.”

“Idowant to devour you,” I hiss.

“Then let me start.” Her hand moves over me under the water, confident and wicked. “Let meplayfirst.”

My head falls back as she reaches beneath the waistband of my shorts and strokes me harder, deeper, the waves rocking gently around us like a cover for her dirty little secret.

I’m so hard it hurts, her palm a wet, silken glide that has me seeing stars behind my eyelids as she pulls on my dick with long, delicious strokes.

No one knows.

But God, if they could see what she’s doing—what I’mlettingher do out here, in the open…

It’d be game over.

Her breath hitches as she kisses the corner of my mouth, her lips soft and teasing.

“I can feel how much you want this,” she says, her lips brushing against mine. “How much you wantme.”

My hands grip her hips harder, trying to anchor myself in the rising tide of sensation. “You have no idea…”

“Oh, I think I do,” she purrs, her tongue flicking out to trace the seam of my lips. “I can feel every inch of your need right here.”

Her handsqueezesmy cock with a wicked clench that makes my vision blur.

I groan, my head falling back as she continues to stroke me under the water, her touch both torturous and divine. “Lucy… if you don’t stop…”

“Why would I stop?” she whispers against my mouth. “I love feeling you like this… so hard for me… so close…”

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