Page 71 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

The corner of Win’s little red mouth hitched up and her eyes sparkled. “Oh, he demands total concentration, Vincent. A Zen-like devotion to living in the moment. A one-hundred-and-ten-percent effort. But he gives as good as he gets.”

He chuckled. “The man’s got a solid game plan.” Win chose that moment to lick her lips and slide her cute little hand up and down his shaft in concert with the roiling water. Mac thought he’d die.

“Extremely solid,” she whispered.

“Oh fuck, Win. This feels so wonderful—”

She offered up her luscious lips to him, and he leaned down and took them. She was so hot and willing and wet and her hand had found a perfect rhythm on his dick and before he knew it, she was up and over his legs, straddling him, her hands still at their blissful work, her mouth moving on his, taking his tongue, urging him into the hidden world of something so deep and powerful, it made him tremble.

Eventually, she pulled away, and Mac wondered if his own face showed a similar shocked expression.

“That was certainly an interesting kiss,” she said, licking her lips again.

Mac laughed. “Interesting isn’t the word I’d use.”

Win began to move her hips, and he could feel the brush of her mound against his balls and the base of his shaft, all while her hands kept up with their erotic ministrations.

Her breasts were right in front of his face, little rivers of water running down the pink flesh, dripping off her hard nipples. He licked at them, one at a time. She tasted salty and sweet and he adored how her nipples grew tighter as he flicked his tongue across their surfaces.

She sucked in air. “So how would you describe that kiss, Vincent?”

He put his fingers where his tongue had been and decided he could get used to hearing his name again, as long as it was her voice saying it. He also could get used to her hands wrapped around his dick, her delicate weight pressed into the top of his thighs. He could get used to her kisses and her breasts and the way she made him laugh.

“That kiss was burning-up hot, Winifred.”

“And it was only a warm-up.”

“In that case, I’ve decided I’ll be your muse.”

“Excellent.”

“In fact, I’m ready to muse the hell out of you right now.”

She let her head fall back and erupted in a big, rowdy laugh. Then she looked him in the eye and said, “Do it, sailor.”

Mac reached up over his head and fumbled around until he pulled a string of condoms out of the plastic grocery sack. He used his teeth to yank off a packet, then used his good arm to raise himself onto the ledge of the tub with Win attached to his lap, ignoring the discomfort in his injured shoulder in favor of the pleasure to come. He handed Win the condom.

“Put this on me. And just so we’re clear, this first time won’t be very fuckin’ Zen.”

Win laughed again. Her cheeks were flushed from the hot water. She was so pink and soft and beautiful that she was making him nuts. Mac couldn’t recall ever being this hard in his life. She ripped open the condom and had him covered in a jiffy.

“I want to watch you put me in.”

“Are you being demanding?”

He cupped her bottom in his hands, raised her up, looking down at the sweetest little pussy he’d ever seen, watching with reverence as she wrapped her fingers around him and began to rub his cock up and down her wet slit.

“You are so beautiful, Win,” he breathed. “I can’t wait. I cant—”

Mac thrust his hips and was instantly submerged in her heat and her grip. Her squeaking resumed, this time punctuated by husky grunts and moans, and he grabbed on to her ass and was glad he was born a male.

“Oh, my Gawd,” she groaned. “This feels amazing.”

“You are so tight. Ride me, Win. Give it to me.”

“Uhm, Vincent?” She’d stopped moving on him.

“More ID?”

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