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But telling her the truth would surely be worse?
Shoving that idea from my mind, I slide her out from the banquette and throw her over my shoulder.
“Cam!” she shrieks, slapping at my back. “Put me down!”
I chuckle. “Nope. Time to go outside. It’s a beautiful, sunny day. And I’m hot. Aren’t you?”
She’s laughing and kicking and screaming all the way across the lawn, down to the lake.
“Cam Crawford, if you don’t put me down?—”
“What, Trouble? What are you going to do about it?”
“I don’t know, but you’re not going to like it.”
I snicker. “That I doubt.”
Setting her feet down on the dock, she rights herself, smoothing her dress and adjusting her ponytail.
“Not sure why you bothered with that.” I fix her with a heated stare and she licks those full, pink lips, driving me wild.
In one swift motion, I lift her dress off her body.
“Cam!”
I shed all my clothes and scoop her up in my arms quickly, before she realizes what’s happening.
Then the cool water pricks at my bare skin, the lake swallowing us as we sink below the waves. She thrashes about as we break the surface and she’s laughing and scowling all at once, pushing any worry and doubt about the sex video from my mind.
The only thing that matters right here, right now, is me and Sloane. The sun, the wind, the water, our bodies and how good we make each other feel.
“Cam Crawford! I’m going to get you!”
I shove out of her grip, swimming away from her as fast as I can. Splashing noises sound behind me as I kick across the lake, trying to escape her playful wrath.
“Don’t think so, Trouble,” I tease, slowing my strokes so she’ll catch me.
A few minutes later, she jumps on my back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
“Got ya!”
Breath warm on my neck, she presses her body against mine. “Now you’re mine.”
I spin around, gripping her by the waist, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Trouble, I’ve been yours.”
Brushing a wet strand of hair from her eyes, I lock my gaze on hers. Trying to tell her how I feel without saying the words. Cool water laps around us, a delicate pulse fluttering in her neck.
I slide one of my hands from her waist to her ass, splaying across the round peach and pulling her up tight against my chest. Pressing my hips to hers, my cock twitches eagerly against her bare stomach. Then I touch my lips to hers lightly, like a soft, gentle breeze. She hums against my mouth and I lick along the seam, tasting the syrup from the pancake breakfast.
Opening to me, I shove in. No longer tentative or gentle, my kisses turn frantic, urgent, as my cock lengthens.
“How attached are you to these panties?” I murmur, toying with the lace edge.
“Right now? Not at all.”
With a quick snap, I tear the fabric from her body and toss it toward the shoreline. The sopping pink lace flies through the air, landing close to the dock.
