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He leans in to kiss me but pulls back before I can tug him over the console and attack him. “I hope we can revisitthislater, too.” He’s pointing to us, and I realize he’s speaking about the kiss. “And, I’d love to explore this sooner than later, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I can make that happen.”

* * *

My body is thrummingat the idea of being in a closed space with Ash. My father’s boat certainly affords us some privacy, especially with the shades pulled down. I’m toting the picnic basket, and he’s carrying an insulated bag with two bottles of wine and a heavy blanket. My feet carry me as fast as they can, and I drag Ash behind me.

We step onto the aft part of the boat, and I’ve lost Ash. Not physically—he’s standing right in front of me—but he’s lost in the beauty of the 2019 Jeanneau NC 9. The cabin of the boat isn’t under the water line, but sits at the same level as the stern of the ship.

“Fuck, this is amazing. Does your dad take it out often?”

“Like me, he loves to just sit here, even if he doesn’t leave the marina. Can’t beat the view. But yes. We go out often.”

From the aft of the boat, you can enjoy Mercer Island and the Space Needle. From the bow, you can appreciate the beautiful water view.

I drop the picnic basket, and he pulls me near him. He’s the aggressor this time, and I find I like him manhandling me, walking me backward into the cabin of the boat.

“This is the third date, right?” He speaks against my skin, sending goose bumps throughout my entire body.

“Yeah, it is. Why?”

He pulls back taking a few steps away from me, and his gaze lazily roves up and down my body.

“I don’t know. Isn’t there a rule about third dates? Don’t you think we’ve suppressed our desires long enough?” He stalks toward me when I let out a deep chuckle.

“Considering I normally fuck on the first date, then in a way, I guess we have. But I normally don’t have second dates.”

“If we do fuck tonight, will we see each other again, or is this it?” he asks.

Like a summer storm, I’m both impulsive and volatile. I pull him to me, fierce with need and want. “I can’t NOT see you. So, when we fuck, this isn’t the end, not by a long shot.”

“Good, and just so you know, the rougher the better.” His grin changes, and his hooded eyes flame.

“Well, it just so happens I like some rough sex, too. But I can be gentle at times also.” I rake my eyes over his lean, hard body.

“So, are we done talking?” he asks. He had come across subservient before, but with the idea of sex, he’s a completely different person.

“Bossy, are we?” I ask, but his body is pressed into me, and I’m barely able to focus.

“No, but I‘ve never wanted a person like I want you. So, what are you going to do about it? Take charge, or should I just drop to my knees and blow you?”

“Oh, fuck, Ash, how the hell can I argue with you? Do as you wish.”

He doesn’t hesitate, falling before me. I attempt to help him, but he slaps my hands. “I got it from here, Mr. James.”

His fingers unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans. He slowly unzips my pants, prolonging my anticipation. I fidget with my fingers and bounce on my toes, as if this will make things proceed quicker.

“Patience, my young Padawan.”

“As if I didn’t think you were already sexy, you’re quotingStar Wars. Holy fuck.”

He pushes down my jeans but my boxers still cover my raging cock. “Shit, I can’t wait to have this in me.”

He’s a bottom. I’d not asked, but I’m not surprised, although my guess is he’s a power bottom.

“And you can’t make me come if you want me to fuck that ass.”

He tips his eyes up toward me. “We have all night, right?” he asks.

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