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“Wait,” I said, keeping her there, then jerked my jeans back up before walking over to the bar to grab a hand towel.

The view of her leaning against the glass with her legs spread and my cum all over her was the best damn porn I’d ever seen. Jesus, she was going to kill me, and I was going to enjoy every minute.

I cleaned her up and then tugged that tight red dress back over her bare ass. I was keeping the panties. They’d smelled like her arousal, and I wasn’t willing to give them up. They were mine now.

I dropped the towel to the chair beside me, then pulled her back against my chest and wrapped both my arms around her waist.

“I’m clean,” I told her. “I never go unprotected, and I get checked yearly.”

She nodded her head that rested against my shoulder. I could feel her heart still beating fast. “Me too,” she said, slightly breathless. “I’m clean, that is. I haven’t had sex in … a while, and I’ve been checked since then.”

This wasn’t the conversation I wanted to be having with her after mind-blowing sex. I wanted to make her promise me things. Like how we would be doing this again tonight in my bed, my sauna, my Jacuzzi, the shower, those kinds of things. But I wanted her to know I cared. I wasn’t just throwing my bare dick around.

“That’s not gonna be enough,” I told her. “You know that, right?”

She stilled and then took a deep breath. “What do you mean?”

“You just gave me something I’m gonna need more of,” I told her.

She moved then and turned slightly so she could look up at me. “Sex?”

“That wasn’t just sex,” I told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That was superior fucking. Your pussy just might be addictive.”

She laughed then, and her already-flushed cheeks got brighter.

Brielle wasn’t just beautiful. She was stunning. The kind of beauty that made men weak. Controlled them. Yet she was twenty-eight and single. How the fuck was that? Why hadn’t a man gotten a taste of her and laid a claim?

The door behind us opened, and I glanced back to see Jimmy walk inside.

He grinned at me, then shook his head. “I came to get a drink. Didn’t know you’d brought in some company,” he said.

Brielle broke free from my arms and spun around, straightening her dress. I saw the moment she remembered she no longer had on panties. Her eyes shot up to mine, then back to Jimmy. She blushed a deeper shade of pink, then smiled nervously.

Jimmy was a beautiful man. He knew it, and he had used it to his advantage in life. Once, he’d been a server at the Kerrington Country Club when he was younger. Then, he got into a relationship with a wealthy, much older man. Although they never married, he bought Jimmy this club, which Jimmy renamed and turned into the hottest club on the Florida Panhandle. Five years ago, the man had died from a heart attack and left Jimmy everything.

He was known as Uncle Jimmy to my grandkids, and he was a well-respected resident in Rosemary Beach. I, however, knew of his dark side. He enjoyed some hard-core stuff in his private suite he kept here. There were whips, chains, and other crazy shit he used with his willing boy toys. He’d said he wasn’t settling down again until he had to.

“Brielle, this is Jimmy. Jimmy, this is Brielle,” I said.

Jimmy winked at Brielle. “It’s okay, honey. Don’t look like you just got caught by your mama in the hayloft. He’s a hot piece of ass,” Jimmy told her.

Brielle let out a startled laugh. Jimmy gave her his most charming smile.

“Tell me it’s as good as I’ve fantasized about,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Easy,” I warned him.

He looked at me, then shrugged. “Fine. Take away my fun.”

“You have plenty of fun,” I drawled. “Thanks for letting us … visit,” I said, reaching out to take Brielle’s hand. “But it’s time to go.”

Jimmy gave me a sly, knowing grin. “Uh-huh,” he said. “I see.”

I picked up my jacket and slid it back on but left my jeans undone. I pulled Brielle closer to my side, sliding a hand around her waist.

“It was nice to meet you, Brielle. I hope to see you again,” Jimmy called as he walked over to a chair and sank down into it, then crossed his legs.

“You too,” she replied.


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