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both across it, watching as the water lapped at the soft curves of her breasts.
    "It shows," she breathed, leaning back into him harder—and he knew for sure she could feel his cock now.
    He didn't fight the urge to withdraw his fingers from her cunt just long enough to ease
    them down inside the front of her suit, directly into the folds of her pussy. They both
    expelled soft moans at the touch and she said, "Brandon, I can't," even as she moved against him, fucking his fingers.
    "It feels like you can," he teased her, rubbing deeper, finding her rhythm, and making her moan again. He was getting hotter, too, feeling it in his gut and, of course, lower. He
    rasped in her ear once more. "Ah, damn, bunny, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to pull down your sexy little bottoms and fuck you right here and now."
    He loved the sound when she sucked in her breath, even harder this time, and began to
    emit naughty little panting noises. He nibbled at her neck, found himself sliding his cock in the valley of her ass. He rubbed her harder in front, harder, harder, feeling the nub of her clit slide beneath his fingertips. His breath came rougher, too, and he began to wonder if he could really do it—fuck her right here, right now, in the water. What he'd said was true—no one was paying any attention to them. But they'd have to do it slow, soft—not
    like last night. They'd have to calm down a little.
    He stopped moving, stopped caressing her. "Turn around," he said softly instead.
    "What?" she murmured, even as she rotated to face him in the chest-high water. His arms slid around her waist; hers circled his neck.
    And when he looked into her eyes, saw her lust, and was reminded again how pretty she
    was, her arousal clearly mingling with uncertainty, he knew—knew more than ever
    before—that Wendy wasn't the bad girl she claimed. She might want to be, but there was more to her than that, and something about that was sexy as hell.
    He spoke soft and low, his voice gravelly. "I want to take off your bottoms and then I'm going to pick you up and you're going to wrap around me—and ride me."
    She looked breathless—at once frightened but ready. Then she swallowed and glanced
    down at herself in the water. "We can't lose my—"
    He cut her off, knowing what she was going to say. "No worries—I'll loop them over my wrist." Then he leaned close, so close that he could feel her heat even in the salty water, and whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for this, Wendy? Are you ready to have me
    inside you again?"
    She still looked nervous, doubtful—but she nodded.
    And just as he let his hands drop to her ass, slipping his thumbs inside her bikini, a huge burst of kids' laughter drew both their gazes toward the beach.
    Ah, hell. A group of about ten or twelve people—most of them under the age of twelve—
    were coming into the water, carrying colored floats and wave boards and looking as if
    they planned to stay awhile.
    Both he and Wendy stayed silent until they finally turned to look back in each other's
    eyes. "I'm going to kill you," she said very calmly and resolutely.
    He was so surprised by the words that he laughed. "What did I do? Besides pleasure you, I mean."
    "Precisely that. You got me all... you know. And now we can't."
    "Excited, bunny," he told her. "The word is excited."
    She let out a sigh and he realized that she actually felt a little limp and shaky in his arms, so he tightened his grip on her. "Sorry," he said, actually meaning it. He didn't like leaving her unsatisfied.
    "Let's go to my place," she said, eyes widening hopefully. "It's only a five-minute walk."
    Damn, he hated disappointing her, more every second, yet... "I wish I could. But I have an important conference call in about half an hour."
    She blinked. "Well then, I'm not sure what you're doing fooling around with me in the ocean, because you'd better get going."
    He couldn't help laughing. "I don't have to be in the office— my cell phone is in a