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Once it’s over, it’s over.
But for now, I give in to this powerful force between us and I allow the fisherman to touch me, kiss me, make love to me.
Hovering above me, he clutches my hands in his, raises them above my head on the soft pillow and enters my body. I feel his thickness fill me in a way I’ve never experienced. He moves with a tantalizing rhythm that steals my senses, a desperation within him so strong, it seems he’s unable to control the passion brewing inside him.
He stares into my eyes and kisses my lips as his hips rock back and forth and his manhood demands to be satisfied. The lack of control, my full surrender to him, makes the feelings of pleasure spiraling inside me that much stronger.
He continues to make love to me until we are both spent and satiated and we fall into each other’s arms, clinging to one another, clinging to this moment, terrified to see another day begin and end...
Nothing lasts forever—except me. I’ll endure through this generation and next, watching his descendants be born, grow and wither, long after my fisherman is gone. Nothing lasts forever, but the memories...
Carly sat back and sipped the cold coffee in her mug, rereading the last scene. Then she composed the email to her editor and attached the new chapters, feeling confident that Paige would love them.
Definitely some of her more powerful writing and she had this newfound passion and connection with Oliver to thank for it. He’d always been the inspiration for her books and he unknowingly continued to be...
She’d have to tell him soon. She couldn’t keep a secret like this from him much longer.
She bit her lip. How would he react? Would he be upset that she’d written about him metaphorically in this way? Would he want to read the books? How would Tess feel? Had the little girl already made a connection? She wasn’t sure how she felt about all of that. She’d written them never really giving it much thought—no one was supposed to know she was the author, least of all Oliver.
Her email chimed with a new message from Paige and she marveled at her editor’s response times. The woman must work 24/7.
Opening the email, she read:
Just took a quick glimpse, but holy heat, Carly—your readers are going to love it!
XX Paige
Oliver may not be happy when he found out about her and the books, but at least her editor was happy and, for now, with her deadline looming, that was all Carly could concern herself with.
She’d find a way to break it to Oliver. Soon.
THATWEEK,THEgroup worked tirelessly to finish the parade float. At least, most everyone did. Sebastian had shown his face just once that week and had only stayed a few minutes, having the excuse of a meeting with the mayor.
Carly wasn’t upset. She understood. The man had really only volunteered to help with the design to get close to her; that had been obvious, and when it was clear that her heart belonged to Oliver, Sebastian had gracefully backed down—unfortunately, leaving them one key member short for completing the design tasks.
But like the amazing friends they were, everyone else had stepped up to the challenge, and by Saturday, the float was almost finished. The platform was covered with fabric and rows of blue lights, meant to give the impression of the glowing sea. The big cardboard waves had been positioned, looking even more menacing and real than she’d envisioned. Rachel’s artistry had really brought them to life. And the sea arches were also in place, featuring the layers of the ocean that she’d wanted to portray—colorful sea creatures and coral and seaweed hanging from them really gave the impression they were suspended in the water. All the tiny sailboats they’d positioned along the base added a layer of perspective, and as Carly stood back to admire the hard work, tears of pride actually formed in her eyes.
Though, it was also hard to even look at it that day without thinking about what had happened on it the week before. Carly flushed as the memory of her and Oliver’s naked bodies meeting and connecting on the seafoam paint flashed in her mind.
“You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?” Oliver whispered in her ear as he walked past, his breath against her neck making her shiver. Despite their busy schedules, they’d found a way to see one another at least a few minutes every day, either in the morning before Carly opened the shop or later in the evening, once she closed. They’d also had time working together on the float, but with other people and Tess around, they hadn’t had a chance to have sex again since the weekend before.
She leaned against Oliver and tilted her head up toward him for a kiss, which he happily obliged. “Think you’re recharged yet?” she asked.
His grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her back toward him, where she could feel his semi through the front of the work coveralls. “What do you think?”
“I think Tess needs to have a sleepover at Darcy’s soon. Very soon,” she teased.
“I’ll plant the seeds of that idea immediately,” Oliver said with a laugh, releasing her to go rejoin Tess, who was finishing the Sealena crown.
It was the best part of the Serpent Queen. Tess had spent hours forming and painting the large, magnificent headdress with its shiny sequins that took so much glitter paint, and its cutouts of various shapes that resembled sea life. It was going to give the silhouette of the serpent queen a beautiful profile from all angles.
The shed door opened, and to her surprise, Sebastian entered. He carried a bag of what smelled like sugar doughnuts and balanced a tray of coffees in one hand. “Hey, thought you all could use a sugar and caffeine boost,” he said.
Carly smiled gratefully as she approached and took the coffees from him. “Thank you. I’m sure no one will turn this down,” she said, delivering the drinks to her exhausted paint-and-glitter-covered crew.
They all graciously accepted the snack and the break, except Oliver, who still wasn’t exactly team Sebastian. Carly hoped she’d sufficiently put his mind at ease that there was nothing going on between her and the new tourism manager. Oliver should realize by now that she only had eyes for him.
But if he didn’t want his coffee, she’d drink it.
