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give a sweet fuck who’s watching.”
    Her heart jumped into her throat, and she shook, almost violently. The deck was high and private, but if anyone was walking along the shore, and looked up, they’d be visible.
    A chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Oh, you like that, do you?”
    Be honest with yourself.
    “Hmmm. We’ll have to see.”
    His lips brushed her ear, and a rush of pleasure shot through her. He slid his hands back up to her hips and turned her to face the ocean. With her back to him she looked out over the water, and he ran his palms up, caressing the swell of her breasts. The warmth in his hands seeped under her skin as her body came alive with anticipation.
    “Do you like to be touched like this?” he asked, his voice rough.
    “Yeah,” she murmured. Her lids slipped shut as a warm breeze washed over her. He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, searing a path along her skin to her collarbone. Everything was hot—her flesh, the wind, his breath against her ear, his body against her back… The flush of arousal hit like a fever inside her. She pressed back against him, her hips instinctively moving against his. He was hard and full. For her. A whimper caught in her throat, and she swayed.
    “That’s it. Don’t think, just feel.”
    She exhaled slowly, and a small measure of her tension released with it. Her entire body warmed, the need inside her building as he talked to her, touched her, pushed her to let go.
    His hands moved to her ass. “Today when you were talking about bottom lines, all I could think about was how much I wanted to touch your ass.” He squeezed her cheeks, his big hands kneading her flesh in a way that made her greedy for so much more. His breath came a little quicker against her neck. “When I take my cock into my hand at night, it’s you I’m picturing. All I can think about is claiming your cunt.” As his cock beat against her ass, she swallowed, need mounting in her body. “I might even make you pay for making me wait so long.”
    A small sound caught in her throat. With her breasts aching to be touched, she arched slightly, pushing her ass into his hands.
    “Look at you,” he growled. “So damn responsive. I knew you would be.”
    He sank to his knees behind her and when his hand slid up her thighs, and crept upward in a slow seduction, a gasp caught in her throat.
    He must have mistaken it for nerves, because he said, “Relax. I’m going to make this so good for you.”
    “Okay,” she murmured. Her sex clenched, and she bit her lip.
    Once again his fingers began their ascent, and she squeezed the wooden rail harder. Questing fingers, rough and demanding, skimmed along her thighs, and she moaned from the sweet friction heating her flesh. “Incredible” was the only way to describe how his hands felt on her body. He flattened his palm, his thumbs curling in the lace of her panties. Arousal gripped her sex, and her muscles clenched as he tugged the slip of material.
    “Did you wear something pretty for me?”
    “Yes,” she said, thrilled to find her voice working. Thank you, Kelli.
    He pulled his hands away, and her words of protest were lost on a moan when he said, “Lift your dress and show me.”
    She hesitated. Oh God, she never was very good at show and tell.
    “Turn around and lift your dress,” he commanded in a soft, coaxing tone.
    She sucked in a breath, and let it fuel her courage. Do it already. She shifted on wobbly legs, and when she faced him, she pressed her back into the rail, and lowered her head to meet his gaze. Shameless want darkened his eyes as he stood back up, and stepped back, waiting for her to comply. Her fingers went to her hem, and she gave a little tug, needy yet nervous as he watched her.
    “Slowly,” he said.
    The soft material of her dress felt erotic against her legs as she lifted it—slowly—ever so carefully dragging it over her thighs, her hips, and stopping when she reached her stomach. Her trembling hands held