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He rips off his pants—they lose their shit!

He’s wearing a Santa-themed Speedo. I can’t look away. His package is wrapped better than any gift under the tree, and I’m suddenly feeling very… festive.

But then I remember why we’re standing here, at the edge of this ice-filled abyss. He grabs my hand, his fingers tightening around mine.

“Ethan, I changed my mind. I don’t want to—”

We’re airborne.

The fans are screaming. I’m screaming. My hoo-ha is screaming in anticipation of the ice-cold doom.

We hit the water with a force that knocks the air from my lungs. The cold is a thousand knives slicing through me, stealing my breath and freezing my screams.

Fuck me.I haven’t felt this alive in years.

CHAPTER NINE

Ethan

I’m floating on acloud of pure ecstasy.

The world around me is hazy, but my mouth is working overtime, savoring the sweetest taste I’ve ever known. God, her lips feel amazing. So moist and warm. With every swipe of her tongue, I can sense myself getting harder.

My hands wander to her breasts, and I squeeze, feeling their weight in my palms. The more I ask, the more this girl’s body gives me. Her touch wanders down to my cock. Damn, her fingers are soft and friendly, just how I like it. I want this woman.

The throbbing between my legs intensifies as she squeezes. I long to be inside her… now!

The woman is a mystery, a blurred form with a voice that reverberates in my head as speaks. She sounds familiar but faraway, like a memory. “Ethan, you’re doing it all wrong. There’s no chemistry. It’s like you’re kissing your grandma. Where’s the sex appeal? I need less ‘background extra’ and more masculine star power.”

I pause, confused. That ball-breaking voice…

My eyes fly open.What the actual fuck?

My heart’s pounding faster than a reindeer on Red Bull. I blink rapidly, trying to shake off the lingering fog of sleep. That was the most bizarro dream ever. I was kissing… Chase? But as I become more aware, I realize it isn’t all in my head.

Chase is in my bed, her head on my chest, and her hand…Hmm. How to say this delicately?

Her hand is wrapped around my dick.

We’re tangled together under my Santa SpongeBob sheets. I glance down at my crotch. Squidward’s giant nose keeps moving up and down. What the fuck is happening? She is completely zonked out, but her fingertips are doing some serious exploration. Her thumb is gently stroking my tip…

Stroke.

Stroke.

Squeeze.

God, that feels good. Really fucking good.

Shit. I gotta get out of this bed before I come on her hand. Chase would never let me live that down. I try to shift away, but her grip tightens like she means to finish the job.

She makes a deep, throaty sound. I’m so turned on. The expression on her face shows she’s immersed in a steamy fantasy.

Is she dreaming about me?

No way. Absolutely not. The girl doesn’t even want to be here, much less in my bed. She’s made it clear she thinks I’m a fucking idiot. As if this trip hasn’t been awkward enough, I know thiswould push my fake-girlfriend-with-accidental-benefits to her limit. I have to slip out without waking her.

She exhales a very sexy moan and wraps her leg over me, grinding her pelvis into my thigh. I groan under my breath, “Mother… of… fuck.” I feel precum dripping on her thumb as she glides it over my tip.

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