Page 24 of Rubber Duckie Shifter Next Door

“Right,” I say. My voice quavers.

“If you don’t want to do this—”

“I do. I want to.” I grab Sig’s strong shoulders and pull him closer. I tangle one hand through his wet hair, stand on my tiptoes, and press my lips hungrily against his.

I can’t resist the electric chemistry between us, but I also can’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that the man I want shifts into a rubber duckie.

If Sig hadn’t transformed while his lips were on mine, I still wouldn’t believe it. But I know I’m not going crazy. Sig is definitely real, supernatural, and the most skilled and intoxicating kisser I’ve ever met.

He cups the back of my neck and ravages my lips hungrily as his other hand traces tantalizingly slow circles around my nipple, massaging it through my bikini top.

I arch into his touch and moan in pleasure. Every nerve in my body is on fire, begging for more, but just when I think I can’t take it anymore and I’m about to grab his hand and slide it right where I want it, he pulls away, leaving me aching with desire.

“Come on.” He takes my hand and guides me into the steamy tub. The water envelops us in its warmth as he guides me to the edge of the tub.

The jets pulsate against my skin, sending shivers through me as he pulls me onto his lap. His hands roam over my body as I straddle him, the hot bulge in his swim trunks rubbing against my core. I feel every inch of his desire beneath me and pump my hips, rubbing myself against him as the pleasure builds.

“Not yet.” Sig grabs my hips and keeps me still, then his lips hungrily meet mine.

“More,” I moan. “Please.”

Sig pulls me off his lap and settles me on the bench. Warm water jets massage my back as Sig slips underwater and disappears beneath a sea of bubbles and duckies.

“What are you—”

That’s as far as I get before his hands are on me. He slides my bikini bottoms to the side and slips a finger inside me. I moan and clench around it, then let out a surprised cry when he runs his tongue along my slit.

“Sig!” I try to pull him back up. “The s-soap,” I moan as he sucks on my clit. “Air.”

I need him to come up for air!

But it’s almost like the man doesn’t need to breathe. Or maybe he’s so good he can make ten seconds of pleasure feel like an eternity.

He teases my clit with the tip of his tongue and pumps his finger in and out of my pussy, over and over again.

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

I count each time he fingers me—proof that more time has passed—but Sig doesn’t resurface. He also doesn’t stop.

The pleasure builds alongside my panic. I grab fistfuls of his hair, but before I can yank him up, he slips a second finger inside me.

“Oh yes. Just like that.” My hips fly up off the bench, and I forget that I’m in a hot tub and Sig is still underwater, and he needs to come up for air.

All I can do is ride his fingers, seeking release. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.

He needs to breathe!

But if he was running out of air, he wouldn’t be using his tongue on my clit.

“More,” I plead, hoping he can hear me underwater. “I’m so close. Please, Sig. Please.”

Desperate for release, I yank on his hair. Not to pull him out of the water, but to keep him right where I need him.

And boy does he deliver.

I whimper and grind against his face, begging his magical tongue to keep licking me, just like that, until the pleasure builds and explodes through me in a tidal wave.

I scream, the sound echoing through the water park. Luckily, Sig gave all the staff the day off in preparation for tomorrow, so there isn’t anyone around to hear me aside from the fifty duckies watching me as they bob on the water’s surface.