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“Didn’t have dessert yet, did we?”

“What are you doing?”

“Coming on to you. I’m not really being subtle.”

“But why?”

He closes that small distance again and his hand comes up to rest on the side of my face. “Because

you’re pretty. Because you’re smart. Because this is probably the last night we’ll ever spend

together.”

I make one of those cringing, all-teeth smiles and shrug. “Not sure that was your best line.”

“No?” He laughs. “OK. Let me try this again.” And then his hands are back. Large, powerful hands

gripping my waist just above my hip bones. He tugs me through the water until our stomachs touch.

Until my breasts are against his bare chest. Until I can feel the bulge of his hard cock pressing

between my legs.

My eyes go wide.

“That better?” He grins.

“For fuck’s sake.”

“I thought we talked about that?”

“Oh, Jesus. Don’t start with the swearing.”

“I asked you a question.”

“‘Is that better?’” I say, too loud. “Your hard-on, you mean?”

“It’s one night, Megan. After tomorrow we won’t ever see each other again. And don’t pretend you

haven’t been thinking about me. About us, like this.”

“Fucking?”

One of his hands darts up my stomach and the next thing I know he’s pinching my nipple.

“Oww.” I laugh, recoiling.

“Now you’re just being bad. And using the F word to deflect from my question. Come on, let’s

have some real talk. Do you want to have sex with me or not?”

“One-night thing?”

“Yup. Just once. I get the feeling we don’t really run in the same circles.”

“But you’re an opportunistic sexual predator and you can’t let me slip away before you put your

cock inside me?”