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“Are we doing this here?” she says as if reading my thoughts.

“It’s our maiden journey. We need to break this ship in.” I smile against her mouth.

“Do I call you captain or sir?” I love how she’s playing along.

“Aye, to both, and I’ll call you lass as we swashbuckle our way across the shores, as we—"

“If you say rape and pillage, this role play is finished.” She good-naturedly laughs as she interrupts my enthusiasm.

“I was thinking more like plunder and pluck.” My mouth seeks hers once more.

“You mean fuck,” she whispers, low and seductive against my lips.

“Now, I like how you’re thinking.” Quickly, I scrunch up the sides of her flimsy dress and tug it over her head. It easily slips free without ties or buttons, and within seconds, she’s bare within my lap.

“You’re naked,” I gasp. She isn’t wearing underwear again.

“And in my own backyard. It’s a shock, I know.”

“Give me that sassy mouth, lass.” River purrs at the command, and I take her mouth hard, loving how she’s not laughing at our role play but falling in line with it. She’s wet, and the moisture dampens the front of my shorts. I wiggle at the waistband to lower them and kick them off. When River returns to my lap, her heat hits my throbbing dick, and we both groan. She kisses me again while slowly moving her soaked folds along my steel length.

“I need to be inside you,” I hiss, holding her hips and guiding her to rock faster.

“Yes,” she purrs as her clit catches on my tip. Fuck, I’m so close I could slip right in, but we need to be smart. I break the kiss and fumble for my shorts, removing a packet.

“You’re sure about this?” I hesitate.

“Don’t argue with me,” she teases as she shifts so I can cover myself.

Watching me roll on the condom and tug once at my dick, she tips a brow. “Treasure eight?”

I return her to her position, lining up the tip at her entrance. “This is treasure eight.” Without further foreplay, I slide into her, and her arm circles my neck. Her head tips back, and I moan against the column of her neck. She is a million pieces of treasure, and I want to own every last gem and jewel and chunk of gold. She’s everything and priceless.

We move as one. Her hips roll as mine jolt upward. Her breath catches as I surge forward. Our moves complement each other until the rhythm of our kissing no longer meets the beat of our bodies. River leans back, and I lick up her neck before lowering to a heavy breast, opening wide to swallow one swell. My tongue swirls around the peaked nipple before I clamp lightly on the nub. She squeaks, and I move to the other breast, giving it equal attention. Her thighs tighten their hold over mine, and her hips move faster.

“So good, angel,” I stammer through the praise. She’s everything I knew she’d be and so much more. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, but it’s never been like this, and I’m not talking about the fact we’re in a tree house. This magnetic thing between River and me is something special.

I feel like . . . I’m soaring above the clouds.

My eyes focus on where I’ve entered River, and she moves over me. Her breath is growing shallow. Her thrusting grows more erratic.

“Feel good?” I whisper.

“Incredible, sir.”

I bite her where her shoulder meets her neck, and she cries out. “I’m so close.”

In so many ways, I want her closer, closer than is humanly possible, and I wrap my arms around her waist, letting her take the lead as she’s found a rhythm to get off on my body. Get lost in our connection.

Slipping a hand forward, I wedge my thumb between us, circling her clit with the thick pad, and she gasps. Once. Twice. Third times the charm, and she breaks. Her thighs clench. Then she rises on her knees and falls back down, forcing me to the hilt. Her head lolls back, and her hair cascades along her spine.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I grunt as she tightens around me. Slowly, her head lifts and her lids open, exposing those sapphire blue eyes.

“Treasure nine,” I hum as she focuses on me. I want her to always look at me like she is right now. Overwhelmed by the emotion in them, my body shivers, and I hastily pull her off me.

“Zack,” she whimpers.

“On your knees, lass.” It’s such a tight fit in this box of a house, but River turns and twists and angles her ass at me, and I scramble to my knees, spreading them wide to bring her before me. “Go down on your elbows.”