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Firefighter's Virgin

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I raised my eyebrows. “You’re honestly talking to me about judging a whole profession?”

“Okay, you may have a point.” She laughed and threw the bottle of sunscreen at me. “Does your offer still stand?”

I caught it in one hand and rolled over to her. “Why yes. As it happens, I’m in a forgiving mood. Just don’t let it happen again.”

Her skin was silky smooth under my fingers as I lathered her back with sunscreen. I massaged it into to her, lingering longer than was strictly necessary.

“Yeah, sure.” She groaned, sending a shock wave right to my cock. Straddling her back as I was, I had to get a hold on my libido. “I’ll be good from now on. Scout’s honor.”

Her body shook from a quick laugh, causing her ass to graze my cock. She was trying to kill me. I was sure of it. “Were you actually ever a scout?”

She snorted. “What do you think? Do I look like a good little Girl Scout to you?”

“At the risk of being accused of using a line, I could totally imagine you dressed up in the outfit. We could always role play it sometime if you wanted.” The thought of her in a Girl Scout outfit did things to me.

“You get a free pass for that one, but only because of my earlier mishap.” I lay on my back on my towel as she flipped onto hers. “So, what unspeakable alliance did you have to enter into to get my number?”

“A gentleman never tells,” I said solemnly.

“Good thing I don’t see any gentlemen around here then.” I clasped a hand over my heart, like she’d injured me.

“You’re terrible for my ego.”

She rolled onto her side and smirked. Her eyes were hidden by her sunglasses, but she seemed to be genuinely having fun. “Good thing it can afford being taken down a few notches.”

This girl. I’d only known her a week or so, but she was already one of my favorite people. I had fun with her. I hated people, in general. They were mostly too predictable. Gabrielle, on the other hand, kept surprising me. “You wound me, woman. You should kiss it better.”

She groaned. “You had one free pass, quarterback. You’re on thin ice.”

“That’s the NHL, not the NFL, actually.” I liked testing the limits on the depths of the ice, apparently.

“Wise ass.”

We lay in silence for a couple of minutes, soaking in the sun and getting lost in our own thoughts.

Eventually, she spoke out. “You’re really not going to tell me how you got my number?”

A bell tinkled in the distance, calling childhood memories to mind. “Nope. Trust me; it’s better for you this way. You want to get some ice cream?”

She lay still, her eyes covered by her sunglasses, but then she extended her arm. “I would never refuse ice cream. Help me up, would you?”

I took her tiny palm in my hand and pulled her to her feet. “A woman after my own heart. If you’d refused ice cream, I would be morally obligated to run in the other direction.”

“Consider your conscience and your moral compass safe, then.” She held onto my hand all the way to the ice cream truck.

She spent almost as much time as Harper deciding what flavor to get and added as many crazy toppings. I laughed at her indecision. It was adorable.

“Something funny?” She turned to me, tits bouncing in the tiny bikini. She hadn’t made any attempt to cover up and seemed to be completely comfortable in her own skin. It was refreshing.

I smothered my grin. “Not at all. You just reminded me of someone.”

The easygoing smile fell from her face. “Please don’t tell me it’s an ex-girlfriend or ex,” she wagged a finger between us, “whatever this is.”

“Hell no.” It was freaky enough that I’d identified a commonality between her and Harper. The last thing I needed was for Gabrielle to think that I had some ex-fuck on my mind. “It’s really not that.”

We grabbed our cones and took off along the beach. “You want to go for a walk?”

Our towels had been flipped over by the breeze by the time we reached them, but they didn’t seem in any danger of going anywhere.



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