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“Don’t you want me to put on a show, Mr. Aston?”

I get a sideways smirk in response. “I wouldn’t mind one. But no,” he says, reaching for the button of my shorts, unfastening it. “I don’t need a show. I might die if you drag it out to long.”

I look down and watch his fingertips drag the zipper down. Warmth fills my body and it’s not from the sun.

I look up again, his hands busy wiggling my shorts over my hips. “I want you,” I say.

“You’ve got me, Ror. I’ve been yours for as long as I can remember.”

“I love you, Five. And I’ve missed you. And I hate that we’ve spent so many years apart and that we’re only together now because of some stupid misunder—”

“Shhh,” he says, kissing me quiet. “Stop it. None of that matters now. We’re here, we’ve got this day alone together, and we’re gonna make memories we’ll never be able to tell anyone about.”

I laugh. “Well, just each other.”

“Yeah,” he says, bending so he can drag my shorts down my legs. I place my hands on his shoulders and step out of them. They go flying over his shoulder, forming a brand-new pile of discarded clothing. “We’ll be old and cranky one day. I’ll probably drive you nuts somewhere around our thirtieth anniversary, and this time you’ll reach your limit. And I’ll say, ‘Hey, Princess.’ And then you’ll say, ‘You’ve used up all your natural charm, Five.’”

I laugh.

“And I’ll say, ‘Remember that day I fucked your brains out in your family pool?’”

We share a long happy moment just picturing our old, bickering selves.

“And then what?” I ask. “What will I say?”

“You’ll say, ‘Which time?’” And then we both laugh.

“Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“For sure, Princess. We’re gonna be together forever, right? So we’re gonna make a pact right now. That every time we find ourselves out here at your family farm, we’ll meet in the grotto for sexy times.”

“Deal,” I say. “But you do know my dad will shoot you if he ever finds out?”

“Shit.” Five laughs. “I can handle your old man. He’s not so scary.”

I realize I’m standing in my underwear and he’s still got shorts on. So I reach for the button. “You’re gonna regret that someday, ya know.”

But Five has lost all interest in this conversation. He’s looking down as I unzip his shorts. And when I press my palm flat against his hard cock, he closes his eyes like this might be the best moment of his life.

“Five,” I say, my voice low and sultry.

“Yeah,” he says, still with his eyes closed.

“Fuck me.”

Chapter Twelve - Five

Just the shape of her mouth when she says those words is enough. Her pink lips. The softness of them. And the emotion that comes out.

Fuck me, she mouths. No sound this time. But everything else is still there. “Right here, Five.”

Her hand slips inside my shorts. Grabs me. Her little fist squeezes and I have to close my eyes. One step forward and she’s in my arms, my mouth on her, our tongues doing the sweetest dance as we kiss.

I palm her breast, letting it fill up and spill over in my hand. She moans for me as my other hand slips behind her neck and I grab her hair.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I like that. Do more of that.”

Jesus Christ, Princess Shrike is really playing her A-game today.