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In a swift, dominant motion, I lay her down on the boat, pressing up against her entrance. “Brace yourself, babe,” I rasp, my voice barely recognizable. “It’s gonna be fast and intense. Once I’m inside you, I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”

I drive into her with a powerful thrust, a groan ripping from my chest as her tightness envelops me. Instantly, I’m pumping feverishly, my thickness filling her completely, every inch of me claiming her. I’m out of control, head spinning, hips grinding shamelessly into her with wild abandon. The boat rocks beneath us, swaying in time with our frantic rhythm.

“Fuck, Chase. You feel incredible.”

“So do you… God, Ethan, you’re so deep.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders—sharp pinches of pleasure that spur me on. Her hips rise to meet each of my thrusts, urging me deeper, harder. The sounds of slaps, skin on skin, grow louder, more desperate, echoing across the water.

Insistent. Raw. Urgent.

“Fucking yes, Ethan! Yes!”

Her breath hitches as I hit a spot deep inside her, that special spot that makes her cry out, her body trembling around me. She’s getting close, and I can feel her pussy tightening, her muscles clenching.

I need to be the only one who makes her lose control like this.

I want her to crave me, to feel like I’m the air she breathes. I have to be the only one who satisfies her, the one who knows exactly how to touch her.

I have to ruin her for anyone else.

“Yes, Ethan. Like that. Just like that.”

She quivers, and suddenly both our bodies are tingling, vibrating, circling around nirvana—pleading with us to fully succumb to the pleasure.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Chase,” I growl, the words escaping my lips like a secret.

She is. Unlike any other woman, perfect. The word repeats in my head with each forceful plunge.

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

“Come for me, Chase. Say my name.”

Her body tenses, her inner muscles clamping down on me. “Ethan… I’m close. So close.”

I capture her mouth in a searing kiss. “Let go, baby. Let me hear you scream,” I growl.

And she does. Her climax ignites, her body quivering as she’s screaming my name. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, the sound of my name on her lips, sends me over the edge. With a final, fierce thrust, I explode, my body convulsing as I pour myself into her.

As we lay there, panting and spent, I press my forehead to hers.

“You’re fucking perfect.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Ethan

“Howdy, darlin's!” I flasha wink at the camera, the gateway to my legions of fans. “Today we’re soaking up the sun and the fun at the Barrett Family Jingle Beach Games!”

Behind me, the whole fam is going nuts with cheers. Well, almost everyone. Chase, in her cute, awkward way, misses the cue and shouts a late “Woo!” that makes me want to laugh and smother her with kisses.

“Chase sweetheart, could you grab a dare from the jar and read it out loud?”

She grabs a green slip and says, “Sand-Trapped Merman?”

“Wowie, that’s a good one. If we hit 100 thousand subscribers, this handsome fella—me—will get buried in the sand up to my neck. Then my brother Nolan here can have his fun.”

“Hi, I’m Nolan. I’m his brother,” Nolan states flatly, as if I didn’t just say that verbatim.

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