Page 65 of On the Shore


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But this.

Brinkley Reynolds filling her mouth with whipped cream and then rubbing herself against my dick.

Nothing had ever been sexier.

I was done for.

If I never saw a woman come undone again, I would still die a happy man.

Seeing her fall apart from just my mouth on hers. Her body rubbing against mine.

I hadn’t even seen her naked or been inside her yet.

Hadn’t touched her or tasted her the way I was desperate to.

It didn’t matter.

Her gaze searched mine, and I carried her back to the counter and set her down. My fingers stroked her face as I pushed the dark hair behind her ears.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Umm… I’ve never been better. I’m guessing you’ve got a little situation going on, though,” she purred.

Had there ever been a sexier woman?

I reached for her hand and rested it over my throbbing cock, straining against my jeans.

“Nothing little about the situation going on here, sweetheart,” I said, my voice gruff.

Her hand continued to stroke me up and down, and I squeezed my eyes closed.

“You’re right about that. You’ve got quite the package on board, Captain.” She waggled her brows.

“You ready to drop the no-dating-professional-athlete’s rule?” I said, nipping at her lips.

Her eyes widened. “You don’t even date often; why are you asking that?”

“Because I want to date you.”

Her eyebrows narrowed, and she shook her head. “Don’t say that, Lincoln. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

She pushed me back and hopped off the counter, moving to her plate of pie and taking a bite as if this were all a big joke.

“Hey.” I locked my gaze with hers. “I don’t say things that I don’t mean. I’d think you’d know that by now.”

“Let’s see, you haven’t dated in quite a while. You can’t stand me most of the time, and we work together. Oh… and you’re moving across the country. To you, I’m just some small-town smoke show.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

I barked out a laugh. “Well, you are hot, and you did grow up in a small town, so if that makes you a small-town smoke show, so fucking be it. But that’s not the reason that I want to date you.”

“You just want to date me because you’re probably horny and you’re stuck here in Cottonwood Cove.”

The fucking nerve of this woman.

She took another bite of pie and raised her brow at me like I was the crazy one.

I forked some pie, tipped the utensil back, and flung it at her. A chunk of apple and some sort of crumbly shit landed on her cheek, and she gasped.

Now it was my turn to laugh. I hadn’t expected to aim so well, but damn, it served her fucking right.

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