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“We’re happy for you, man. She is a wonderful girl,” he says in a softer, less teasing tone.

“Yeah, Thanks for the call. Have a good break, alright?”

“Will do—catching a flight to Bora-Bora as we speak.”

I hang up and creep back into the bedroom, only to find Hazel on the bed, on her knees. She smiles at me and reaches down to the hem of her shirt—my shirt—and in one swift move, it ends up on the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of me.

I swallow hard, drinking in the sight of her curves and the mischievous look in her eyes.

“Hold that thought,” I say, holding up a finger and walking to the bathroom.

I reach over and turn the water on, adding bubbles into the tub. I turn to where she’s still kneeling on the bed and I slowly drag my boxers down over my already stiffening cock. They drop to the bathroom floor, and I kick them aside in what I hope is a confident move and not an awkward one.

When there’s enough water, I press the button for the jets to turn on.

In a few quick steps, I walk over to the bed and scoop her up into my arms. She yelps and wraps her arms around my neck as I carry her into the bathroom. I carefully step over the lip of the tub and lower us both down into the steaming bubbles.

Hazel chuckles against my lips and settles against my cock, gently rocking back and forth under the water. My lips find her left breast, peppering kisses along the underside. She moans, letting her head drop back, giving me full access to her chest.

I lick and suck lightly on her nipple, using my fingers to twist the other, pinching with just enough pressure that she starts writhing on top of me. Her hands find the back of my head and scratch lightly at my scalp.

“So good,” she whispers, her head leaning forward once more. She presses kisses to my forehead and cups the back of my neck harder.

I snap my hips up, finding her entrance with the head of my cock. She gasps and lifts herself up, aligning us more fully. Then, holding my gaze, one thumb on my jaw, she lowers herself onto me.

My abs clench at the tightness of her, the fullness. She’s so perfect. She takes me all the way to the hilt, and I breathe through clenched teeth.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t get enough of you,” I say, pressing my fingertips into the meaty flesh of her hips and lifting her up and down along my shaft. My mouth finds her nipples again and I nibble and suck, driving her to the edge of her orgasm.

“I’m so close,” she says, clutching my shoulders.

I slow us down and pull out, immediately missing her warmth. She frowns at me indignantly and I can’t help the low chuckle that I emit in response. “Turn around, baby.”

Her eyes widen and she does as she’s told, looking at me over her shoulder. I turn the water off but leave the jets on.

“Hands on the edge of the tub. Hold tight,” I say, running a hand down her spine. She arches into my touch like a cat, and I grin at her eagerness.

My fingers knead her cheeks, spreading her open for me. I fill her with my cock, groaning. She feels so good like this, and I pump in and out a few times, water splashing over the lip of the tub with the movement.

Hazel moans, resting her cheek on the edge, fingers gripping it so tight, her knuckles are turning white. “Don’t stop,” she rasps.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” I assure her, picking up the pace and fucking her harder. I feel my orgasm building, and I lean over her enough to reach around her body and find her clit with my fingers.

With each pump, I circle a finger around her sensitive bud, adding a little more pressure with each snap of my hips. Hazel lets out a string of curses, her legs shaking as her orgasm courses through her. When she pushes my hand away from her clit, I bring it to her hair, wrapping her damp curls around my palm. She moans and pulses around me.

My hips stutter and I gently pull her head back, painting her tight walls with my cum. “Fuck, baby,” I say, enveloping her with my body, dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“That was incredible,” she pants as we reposition ourselves. I sit and widen my legs, making room for her to lean into my chest.

I wrap my arms around her, resting my head on top of her head. “So,” I say, “Mike knows about us.”

She stiffens in my arms but relaxes when I squeeze her tightly and press a kiss to her hair. “What did he say?” she asks.

“That we can take our relationship public when we’re ready and that he has some ideas. I’m sure it’s something dumb like a photoshoot on the golf course,” I grumble. Maybe I should have asked him what he had in mind so I wouldn’t get any surprises.

“And…that’s something you want? To take it public?” she asks, playing with the hair on my forearm, tracing a vein. I don’t miss the tentative hesitation in her voice.

“Of course,” I say. “First, though, we need to get through this pro-am so I can take you on a proper date.”