Page 78 of My Foolish Heart


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“Are you enjoying the water park?”

“Yes.”

I go in for the kill, thrusting and rubbing at once, ensuring she will not last much longer.

“Are you going to give me yes or no answers until I make you come?”

“Yes.” And then, “Tris, please.”

She never finishes. Evie clenches tightly and I cup her with my palm as she throbs around my hand. We need to get out of this damn river. Thankfully, the exit is just ahead.

My resolve to wait until at least the end of the night is completely blown.

“I want you, Evie, so fucking much.”

Her shoulders rise and fall as I pull my hand away.

“I’m yours.”

Those two simple words are all I needed to hear.

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Evie

I have no memory of getting out of that river or ending up here, with Tris tossing one of the towels he brought with him onto the grass next to the lounge chair. All I know for certain is that by the time he stands back up, I can’t get his swim trunks down fast enough.

And here I thought “tearing each other’s clothes off” was just an expression.

His hands are everywhere at once, and I’m here for it.

“Uh.” He pulls away, looking me up and down. “I don’t even know where to start.”

But he figures it out pretty quickly. Tris lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth just as his hand grazes my hips and then moves backward to cup me from behind. I can only see the top of his head, the thick dark hair mine to run my hands into as he suckles.

I barely got a good look at him as I shoved down his shorts.

But it was enough. And his size isn’t totally unexpected.

Everything about Tris is big. His movements, his hand gestures as he talks. His grandeur as he fills the room. How is it possible this man isn’t already taken?

The job.

The one we don’t really discuss.

He gently pushes me toward the towel, and I gladly allow myself to fall backward as he opens a package in his hand I hadn’t even noticed was there. I’m on the pill, but this is good. Even better as he positions himself above me.

Still bemused I’m lying in the middle of a lawn between a lazy river and some waterslides, I look up at him one last time. And then he’s there, poised and ready. Whether he’s pausing for permission or some other reason, it doesn’t matter.

All that matters is getting Tristano DeLuca inside me. Pronto.

I reach up and help guide him, the tip there already.

“God, I hope I can last more than a few seconds. You are so beautiful, Evie.”

“Thank you,” I say, having finally learned to take a compliment. “Now fuck me, if you please.”

“Hmm.” He glides himself inside. Slow, but just for a second.

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