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“I’m not sure you really fit in my rescue category.” My heart was beating wildly despite the fact that I kept my voice calm.
He tilted his head. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. So, so long.”
Only slightly ominous. I swallowed hard and knelt down next to him, reaching into my shorts and drawing out a pocket knife. I grabbed the net, blushing as I felt him look at me. Watching me, all with a knowing smile.
Fuck. Was I really doing this?
“I’m going to get you out of this net and then go home,” I gritted out. “And forget that any of this ever happened. Anyone else could have come with me. Then they’d know mermaids were real.”
“I’m a merman,” he corrected. “Or a siren…You don’t want to ask me questions?”
His voice had a seductive lilt to it. I swallowed hard, holding his gaze.
Of course I had questions. I had a thousand questions. Like how was he real, why was I here, who was the Barista, and how come when I looked at him Iwantedhim?
“Nope,” I lied. “Not a single question.”
“I have a question for you,” he said.
I blushed as I cut away the netting. I was careful as I freed his torso, my fingertips bushing over his skin as I pulled it away.
“What questions is that?” I asked.
I worked my way down to his hips, to the scales that gleamed there. He sucked in a breath as my knuckles brushed over the scales, his head tipping back with a groan.
“Careful,” he huffed.
It was an accident, but my hand ran over the same spot, and this time the scales seemed to move, parting ever so slightly.
His hand gripped my wrist, clasping it like a cuff. “If you keep touching me there, you will seemoreof me.”
More of him?
I looked back down at the scales and realized what he meant.
“Oh,” I whispered.
If I wasn't already hot from the sun, I was hot now. I could see the head of his cock pressing against a slit, the tips of two tentacles pushing out from within the pocket as well.
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
His cock was unlike anything I had seen before. Heat flared through my body and I blushed as I stared.
And I couldn’t help myself.
I slid my hand over his hips, around the area. He let out the softest groan, and I pulled back.
“I’m sorry. So sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing. I shouldn’t touch you there,” I sputtered, humiliated.
“Don’t be sorry,” he huffed. “I want your touch. And in order to breathe underwater, you’d have to taste my cum.”
“What?” I asked, staring at him as if he’d just grown two heads.
Not that anything else would shock me at this point.
“My question is this. Will you go on a date with me? I will bring you back here after our date. And if you decide to continue to see me, then we will set another time after. I will take you under water, show you my world, court you…”
“Court me…” I whispered. “But hold on. I’d have to taste your cum to breathe underwater…”
