Pretend You're Mine (Inked Hearts 3)

I swallow hard. “I want to go to the pool.”

“Of course you do.” He brings his hands to my hips. Holds my body against his. “You’re part mermaid.”

“My hair is too short.”

“Why can’t mermaids have short hair?” He plants a soft kiss on my neck. “Why are you putting them in that box?”

“If mermaids were real, they’d be hairless and scaly. They’re basically porn for sailors.”

“They don’t have cunts.”

“Sailors love blow job.”

He chuckles. “Do they?”

“Yeah. Everyone knows that.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“Maybe. But it’s true.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Find me a sailor who’s anti-fellatio. I dare you.”

His hands go to his sides as he takes a step backward. “Can’t say I give a fuck on anyone else’s opinions about fellatio.”

“Did you really just say fellatio?”

He laughs. “You said it first.” His smile spreads over his cheeks.

He looks happy.

Why can’t I feel that?

Why can’t I get over this mental image?

Why do I feel the same way I did as when I ran home to show off my report card and Mom’s I’m proud of you, honey was so slurred it was hollow?

His expression shifts to something dirty and demanding. “You want to suck me off.”

My cheeks flush. “Yes.”

“After.”

“You’re cruel.”

“I take that as a compliment.”

“I know.”

He motions to my hot pink suitcase. “I want to strip you out of that bikini before I come on your tits.”

My sex clenches.

“I want you fucking desperate.”

I step inside the hotel room. Pull the sliding door closed. Press my ass against the cold glass.