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“Drying her hair or something.I told her to take her time.”
“I’m going to run down and light the grill,” Noah said.“See you guys in a few.”
Bailey finished mixing the mojitos, offering one to Mason.He took a sip and grinned.“Damn, that’s strong.And amazing,” he added with a chuckle.
“Noah picked up some good rum,” she said with a shrug.She put lime wedges on the remaining glasses and then picked up her own drink.“To vacation,” she said, raising her glass high.
“To vacation,” he agreed, clinking his glass against hers.
She took a sip of the mint and lime concoction, grinning.“Drinks taste better at the beach.”
“You work at the beach.”
“Well that doesn’t count,” she said, rolling her eyes.“Work is work.I’m getting paid by the bar.Vacationing on the beach is another thing altogether.”
“I’ll drink to that,” Mason said.
Chapter 8
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“SO WHAT’S THE VERDICT, Riptide?”Noah asked the following morning.“Head out for a few hours?”He took a sip of his steaming black coffee, feeling the burn of the dark liquid roll down his throat.He’d woken up twice last night, his dick rock-hard as he’d thought of Bailey stretched out on the sofa beneath him.
Seeing her in that sexy little halter dress yesterday had nearly made him come undone.
The fabric had wrapped around her perfect tits, showing them off to their full advantage.And when he’d hauled her over his shoulder and felt her lush little body up against his?
Fucking spectacular.
She was so much smaller than him, he could easily maneuver her into different positions if he ever made love to her.
Made love.
What was with him this morning?He was a one-night-stand kind of guy.He had sex with women, didn’t “make love.”And he’d flat-out told her that if she’d said the word, he’d make a move.They were together for a few days here, so he didn’t want to come on too strong if she wasn’t ready or just wasn’t interested.
But he’d wanted her to know that if she was game?
