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I lowered myself onto my towel to dry off. The air was warm even though it was early and I closed my eyes feeling on top of the world. It was not even ten yet and I had had great sex, a workout, a swim and all with the hottest man on the planet. Imagine what could happen by eleven a.m. I could smell the salt air, feel the breeze on my skin and the sun warming me; I think I might have dozed off and then I felt a sprinkle of cold water over me.
I opened my eyes to see The Russian lowering himself beside me.
“Dry?” he asked me.
“Mm, wonderfully,” I murmured.
“We can fix that,” he said, and rolled onto me, shaking his head and spraying water on me. I squealed and tried to push him off. He was freezing cold on my lovely warm body.
“Get off you big wet whale,” I whined.
He roared with laughter. “Wet whale? Well that’s fucking great. Not a shark, or a sleek dolphin ... a big, fat, wet whale. And just out of curiosity, how many dry whales have you seen?”
We were both laughing then.
“Get off, you’re cold and wet,” I said, trying to push him off.
“Not until you pay me a compliment,” he insisted.
“Fine then, you’re a sleek dolphin, now get off.”
“That didn’t sound sincere to me,” he said, lowering his wet head and rubbing his hair on me.
“You’re a gorgeous, fit, sleek dolphin, happy now?” I pushed him.
He grinned, and finally rolled off me. “Wet whale,” he shook his head.
“You must have been the worst brother to grow up with,” I said, wiping the sand and water off me. “I bet you made your sisters’ lives hell.”
“That’s my job as a brother, and now as a boyfriend,” he said.
He lay back beside me and sighed, resting his head on one arm.
“Boyfriend, huh?” I said, loving the sound of that.
He looked over at me, and just for a second I saw a flash of doubt in his eyes. It was so out of character to see the super confident and laid back Russian looking vulnerable that it brought home to me what I’d said. He’d already told me he had spent many years with a woman who had played around all the time – I couldn’t cope with seeing images of The Russian playing around, I couldn’t imagine what that had done to him ... I was surprised he was up for a relationship at all.
“You think we’re just doing all this and hanging out casually then?” he asked, keeping his voice neutral, but I could tell this was opening wounds. I put that to rest.
“Hell no. I love you saying the ‘b’ word ... boyfriend,” I let it roll over my tongue and I visually saw him relax, he exhaled, his chest falling. I rolled on my side to look at him and ran my fingers over him, tracing marks on his chest. “It may be your job as my boyfriend to find ways to tease me, but it’s my job as your girlfriend to ensure you are adored and well-serviced, and I think you may be in need,” I said, with a glance to the continuous bulge in his board shorts. I ran my finger just under the waistband and felt him inhale.
“Big job,” he said.
“A challenge, but I’m just the girl for it,” I grinned. He took my hand from his waist and wrapped his fingers around it.
“Give me ten minutes to dry off and I’ll launch that challenge,” he said, and kissed my hand. I lowered myself back down on my back and closed my eyes too, leaving my hand resting comfortably in his.
After ten minutes he sat up. “I can’t wait any longer, we have to go.” His hair was mussed up and full of sand and he looked super lickable.
“Don’t shower,” I warned him. “I want to lick the salt off you.”
“Quick,” He said rising. We saw three young boys running towards us and The Russian quickly wrapped his towel around his waist to help hide the obvious.
“Russian,” they yelled.
“Hey, how are you?” he said, super friendly.
“Want to play soccer with us?” they asked.
