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“I want you to help me forget everything when I’m with you,” it’s my turn to admit.
“In that case, I’m gonna take you back to the club and you’re gonna be my good girl and do everything I tell you, and if I feel you deserve it, I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll forget your own name.”
Heat spreads through me. He cups my cheek and I lean into his touch. “What are we waiting for?”
This is why I text him. He seems to be everything I need at the right moment. And if it’s because of having sex with him, I’ll happily get on my knees or spread my legs at his command. The moments when you forget everything are addictive.
“Undo your jeans,” he orders, and I glance around.
A couple walking their dog farther up the beach is too far to see anything, but still, they’re there.
“I’m too old to be getting sand in places I shouldn’t.”
His eyes take in every part of my face as he asks, “How old are you?”
“Old enough to know better,” I counter.
“Come on, tell me your age?”
Relenting, I tell him, “Thirty-six.”
He tips his head back and laughs. “I’ve got myself an older woman. I like it.”
Slapping his arm, I tell him, “You haven’t got me.”
He sobers up and grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“While you’re on my dick, I’ve got you.”
I swore I wouldn’t let myself rely on a man again or believe their words so easily. However, all I see is truth in his eyes. And just for tonight, just one night, I’ll let him believe he’s got me.
“If it helps, you don’t look thirty-six.”
“No? How old did you think I was?”
“I didn’t really think about it, I just assumed you were around my age.”
Age obviously doesn’t bother him and because I’m sinking into the belief for tonight, I don’t argue with him.
“How about we stop for food on the way back to the club?” he suggests.
My stomach picks this moment to grumble. “I could eat.”
He clambers up to his feet and brushes the sand off of his jeans. “You’re lucky I like you. I’m going to be finding fucking sand for days.”
“You’re lucky I like you. I don’t invite just anyone to the beach with me.”
His smirk is hot enough to melt my underwear. I haul myself up and grab my boots. Manik throws his arm around me, and I do believe this is my first “romantic” stroll on the beach.
“Is Huxlington near a beach?” I ask him.
“No, but I went on family holidays to the coast as a kid.”
“You don’t seem taken with it.”
“I like the hard ground beneath my boots. The sand, not so much.”
To prove his point, he makes a big deal about feeling the sand in his socks though he didn’t take his boots off. I only laugh at him as he leans against the pier and kicks his boots off. He rips his socks off and shakes them out. I know nothing about this man and yet I feel so comfortable with him.
