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“Do we want separate rafts?” he asks with a wink. “Or should we float together?”

“Together, of course.”

He walks over to a storage shed and opens the door, rummages inside for a few moments, then comes out with an inflatable raft that will indeed fit two, but only if they are sitting very close together. I eyeball it with suspicion but he just grins.

“I don’t have a suit,” I say, my words sounding a little breathless.

He whips his shirt over his head and throws it on the ground. “Me either.” And then he unbuttons his jeans.

My eyes track every movement as he pulls his zipper down and then stops. I look up at his face.

“Does this make you uncomfortable?”

Fuck, no, I want to say. Unleash that baby. Instead I whip my shirt over my head and send him a smile. “Bra on or off for a midnight float down the movie-star river?”

“Mmmmm,” he says. “Hard one.” And then he gives his jeans the slightest tug and they fall to the ground. He’s commando and not completely hard, but my heated stare makes up for that and his cock springs to life.

I reach behind me and unsnap my bra, letting it hang loose for a moment before slipping my arms out. My nipples perk up and my breasts are instantly firm and taut. I move to my shorts, and after a few deft tugs, which Vaughn watches just as I watched him, I wiggle them over my hips and they fall to the ground.

We step away from the clothes at the same time. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, letting him draw me close to him.

My whole body is humming, but my pussy is throbbing like crazy.

I want him.

I want him in the worst way. I think we had sex last night, but I don’t remember it. So in my mind, it’s been weeks and I’m so ready for him.

“Grace,” he says as he leans down to kiss my neck. “I want you right now. No one can see us through the thick foliage, but if you prefer, we can go inside. Go up to bed.”

“Are you kidding me? And miss out fucking you on the Vaughn Asher River?”

He chuckles and his hand dips between my legs.

I’m so horny, I’m not surprised when he finds me slick and ready before we even get started. He inserts one finger inside me and my whole body trembles. “That feels so good.”

“I want to be inside you so fucking bad right now, Grace.”

I feel the same way. I don’t want to mess with foreplay at all. I want his hard cock buried within me. I want him to fill me up and make me whole. Put me back together and take all the pain away. It’s stupid to think a good hard fuck can do that, but it can.

As if reading my mind, he reaches around and cups my ass, then lifts me up. His hard length rubs the wet lips of my pussy as he positions me. And then he walks over to the side of the small building, pressing my back against the hard stone.

“One hard fast fuck. And then we can relax on the river.”

“Yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Fuck me hard, Vaughn. Ple—”

His cock enters me, sliding past my folds, stretching me, bumping up against my clit, and rubbing my g-spot all at the same time. My head rolls back, my eyes close, and my mouth opens to release a moan as the walls of my pussy stretch and he buries himself deep inside.

He pauses. Just for a moment. And in that moment I realize something—fuck that fantasy. Because my reality rocks.

He pounds into me the moment that realization hits. Vigorously pumping and thrusting. His hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them wide. A fingertip slips alongside my bud, dragging the wetness we are creating along with it, and a second later, it’s inside me as well.

I push my ass back into the pressure, begging him for more with my actions.

“I want your ass, Grace. I want to fuck your ass so bad. But my fairytale cock is currently enchanted by your princess pussy.”

I laugh as I continue to move against him.

“I am your fucking prince, Grace. Do you understand me? I’m the prince you’ve been looking for. Say it, Grace.”

“You’re my prince, Vaughn.” I laugh a little.

“Damn right.” He grinds his hips, hitting my clit in just the right way, and it’s over.

My prince makes me see fairy dust.

He bucks against me at the same time, spilling inside me, his head falling back and his jaw tight as I clench my pussy around his pulsating shaft.

“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I tighten around him again, making him let out a long moan as he grips my ass tightly, riding out the wave of pleasure.

My heart is beating so fast I think it might explode out of my chest. I place my hand over his heart to calm myself—to reassure myself that he feels this way too. And he does. His rhythm is quick and pounding. One hand goes behind his neck and the other grips his thick hard biceps. It trembles beneath my touch and I rest my cheek against his shoulder. “Don’t let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go. Ever.” After a few moments he relaxes, setting me down slowly until my feet touch the smooth concrete. “I need this every day for the rest of my life. I will never let you go.”

He spins me around so my back is pressed into his chest, his arms crossing over my heaving breasts as I try my best to catch my breath. “You’re mine,” he growls in my ear. “You’re never getting away again. I won’t let you get away again. So please, Grace. Please don’t try.”

“I cannot imagine anything that would make me want to give you up either, so don’t worry.”