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“I get it.” He sat down in the plush pink seat behind the camera.

He threaded his fingers together on his lap, like he was trying to keep them occupied. My heart skipped a few beats. I wasn’t sure I could make the first move. Did I need to push the envelope? Be more forward?

“What do you think of this one?” I asked. “Does it look good? Like, would you… I don’t know, approach a woman at a pool if she was wearing this?”

I was being so obvious. My flirting skills were a bit of a mess. But I was already diving in, so I couldn’t climb back out. I was equally torn between throwing on a robe and stopping and rushing forward with excitement.

“I probably would. It looks very good,” he said, his voice tight.

“I’m going to go change into the next one,” I said, my face hot.

I changed into the next suit, a tiny pink bikini that I actually loved. It was a touch too small on the top, but the bottoms fit. I adjusted my breasts, so they weren’t going to fall out right away, and went out into the room again.

Harrison said something under his breath when he saw me, shifting in his seat and grabbing one of my many throw pillows.

“All right,” I said, pressing record. “This is the next suit, which is called Maria. It only comes in this hot pink, but I can see them releasing more colors in the future.”

Harrison was still watching me, his hands gripping his knees.

“I think the straps could be a little bit more comfortable.” I adjusted the straps, and one of my boobs slipped out from under. I let out a squeak of surprise and tried to cover myself. “Definitely going to edit that out.”

“Taylor,” Harrison said, his voice even raspier. “Stop recording.”

I did, my face growing hot. He stayed in his seat and moved the pillow on his lap. The bulge in his crotch made my nipples harden through my suit, shivers of anticipation running up and down my spine.

“What is it?” I asked, my heart pounding so loudly that my voice sounded small.

“I just…” He swallowed. “I’m struggling here.”

Both of us knew exactly what he was talking about. I had to make a decision: forward into the unknown, or back. But if I held back, who said I’d ever get a chance with him again?

“It’s okay,” I said softly.

“Come here, then,” he said, putting his hand out.

I took his hand. He pulled me into his lap, straddling him. I sucked in a breath when I felt his erection between my legs. I tentatively moved my hips, and he squeezed my waist.

“Don’t, not yet, sweetheart.” Harrison pressed his lips to my neck, making my pulse race. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you these past two months. And seeing you in these teeny fucking swimsuits has me at the edge already.”

His hands skimmed up my waist and back until he was cupping the sides of my face. Then he finally kissed me. His lips were soft, and he smelled like citrus and spice. I hadn’t kissed many men, but his kiss was by far the best, the most intoxicating. I sank into it, trying to ignore the massive thickness threatening to burst out of his pants.

I’d seen a man’s cock in person before, but it wasn’t impressive. But I could tell Harrison’s was huge. My heart fluttered as our kisses deepened. He had to know I was a virgin after the incident with Kenneth, right? I knew I wanted Harrison in ways I’d never even thought of with Kenneth, but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Harrison’s hand cupped my breast, its size swallowing it. His thumb brushed against my hard nipple, making me moan. The sensation sent shocks of pleasure down to my clit.

“You like that?” Harrison asked, his mouth inches from mine. I could only nod.

He eased the bikini top up, my breasts bouncing free, and just stared at me for a moment. The pure desire on his face, his brown eyes blazing, made me feel like I was a goddess who had crash-landed into his lap.

He tilted me back and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, making me cry out. Oh, my god. I’d never felt anything like this before, like all of my nerves were vibrating to the perfect frequency. I couldn’t help but move my hips, grinding against his erection. The movement eased the growing need inside of me, but not enough. Not nearly enough.

“Touch me,” I whispered.

“Where do you want me to touch you, baby?” Harrison asked, his mouth leaving my nipple with a wet pop. His hand traveled down my stomach and between my thighs, cupping my mound. “Here?”

“Yes. Please.” My heart was going to explode out of my chest, and I was soaking the bottom of this bikini.

He just left his hand there. Still mouthing my nipples, but not going anywhere else.

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