Ethan nodded along, listening, but struggling to focus. XXX Want? Naked. With a woman he would love to fuck but can’t. No. She’s already up, already packed. Shit…
He forced his gaze to the water and crouched to drop the anchor, trying to think of anything that wasn’t the way her breasts jiggled lightly when she moved, or how the sunlight caught the curve of her ass. Without a word, she took his hand and led him toward the cushioned bench at the front of the pontoon. He shifted on his feet, pretending to adjust the reel, but his eyes stayed locked on her body. Normal. “Morning,” she said, stepping onto the pontoon with practiced ease. “Just making sure we’re not about to stall out before we even leave the dock.”
She laughed,




















