Page 26 of Oh Holy Knight

It was June when I got a call to fix the floorboards on the top deck of a boat. Arriving at Great Kills Marina, I found the boat docked but there was no sign of the owner. I climbed on board and that’s when I found this little vixen, wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of panties and a tank top, hunched over the railing, throwing up.

Danika Matthews.

Tall, blonde, and fucking gorgeous.

The perfect trifecta and totally unattainable.

“Er—Miss, I’m going to need you to empty your pockets,” the security guard says.

“Excuse me?” she replies in a high-pitched tone. I watch as she blows a strand of silky hair away from her face and stares daggers at the guard.

Still fucking gorgeous.

“Um, I saw you put those panties in your pocket,” he says.

Danika’s eyes widen and her cheeks flush. It’s a sight I’ve dreamed of witnessing, only in my dreams she’s naked and I’m doing filthy things to her sweet body.

“You’re kidding me, right?” she squeals. “Those are my panties! I bought them in another store, but because the world has gone fucking crazy and no one gives bags anymore, I paid five cents for a paper bag that broke as soon as I stepped foot outside the door.”

“I’m going to need to see proof of purchase.”

She stares at him as if he’s just asked her to do a handstand in the middle of Macy’s and I take that as my opportunity to let my presence be known. Walking up to her, I bend down and pick up one of the items she dropped, which just happens to be a black lace thong.

I’ve dreamed of this thing too and in my dreams, I pull her panties down her legs with my teeth.

Twirling it around my finger, I straighten up and our eyes lock.

“And here I thought I had lost the opportunity to see you drop your panties.” Her mouth falls open and I wink at her. “Nice to see you, again, Danika.”

“Vincenzo.”

My name rolls off her tongue with ease.

It’s raspy.

Sexy.

So fucking sexy.

The only way it could possibly sound better is if she was coming while saying.

“Ma’am,” the guard calls. “A receipt would be helpful.”

She tears her gaze away from me to look at him again.

“Right, a receipt.”

I don’t take my eyes off her as she digs inside her purse for the receipt. Finding it, she shoves it at the security guard.

“There,” she hisses. “I told you I bought them in another store.” Her eyes find mine again before they lower to the thong I’m still twirling mindlessly around my finger. She reaches for it, but I quickly pull my hand back.

Not so fast, gorgeous.

I’m not walking away this time.

“Enzo, man…oh, hello.”

At the sound of Nico’s voice, I turn, and Danika pries the thong from my fingers.

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