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I nodded, not wanting to confirm the words out loud. I reached for her hair and closed my eyes as my fingers coiled along the strands. This was dangerous.

She had always been able to do this to me. Make my cock ache. Make my thoughts turn to images of her under me. I had a strong visual of her lips wrapped around the base of my dick while I pumped in and out of her. And she always gave me what I wanted—she’d let me come deep in her throat. Her eyes misted with the intensity and the pleasure, but she never stopped until she had licked every drop from my head. She always made sure I was satisfied. And, how could I not be with those sweet lips sucking me? She had always been a good girl—a sweet girl—but the night she gave me her virginity it was as if she had given me the keys to an unopened box. A box that contained the most alluring intoxicating siren my cock and my heart had ever known.

The music faded from the stage. The song ended and I backed up too quickly, knocking Sierra off balance.

“Whoa.” I snaked an arm around her waist to steady her. “I told you those Long Island ice teas are no joke.”

She giggled and looked up at me. Those blue eyes stopped me in my tracks. She was drunk. She never could handle those drinks. But that wasn’t the only thing I saw in her eyes. Thirst. Hunger. Lust.

Fuck.

“I’m getting you home.” I ushered her along the boardwalk.

“So you do want to take me home?” she purred.

She looked happier than I had seen her since we’d run into each other again. The drink must have had a way of softening her. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe she was starting to have fun with me. I wasn’t sure.

“Already?” She pretended to pout.

“Yes, now.”

“I’m totally fine.” Sierra giggled.

“You’re drunk. Time to go.”

“But we just got here. One dance and you’re done?”

“Something like that.”

I hauled her down the boardwalk and lifted her into the skiff.

I sat her in the seat next to me so I could keep an eye on her. The last thing I wanted was for her to tip overboard. I kept one hand firmly planted on her hip. She sighed at my touch.

I shook my head and cranked the engine.

She was either making this way too easy or way too hard. With her nuzzled into my chest, I couldn’t decide which.

I didn’t say a fucking word the entire ride home from the boat.

I parked just off Lindy’s back porch and carried Sierra inside. I deposited her onto the couch in the living room.

She moaned lightly and smiled. “I had fun. I think I feel another dance coming on.” She tried to stand.

“Whoa darlin’. You’re going to take a nose dive if you do that.”

It was hard not to laugh at her. She was blitzed from only one drink.

“Me too. Get some sleep.”

Her hand flew out and latched on to my leg when I tried to turn. “Are you leaving?” she asked.

I thought about how Sierra’s hair had felt. How she’d melted into my chest. How she’d wrapped her hot little body around me when we’d danced. Damn it.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Why?” Her eyes had a way of pulling me in.

“You’re drunk.” I pointed at her.

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