“You don’t have to do this,” I say, heart pounding. “I want to,” she says, her gaze still so soft as she steps in. “Hands behind your back, Ryan. Grip your wrists.” I move without hesitation, doing as she says. “I have to warn you,” she says, that soothing voice coiling deep inside me. “I’m covered in sand.” “Me too,” I reply. “That shit gets everywhere.” “Mhmm.” She steps an inch closer. “My hair, my boobs, the crack of my ass.” I grin. “You’re still gorgeous, Tess.” “Oh, I know. I might just taste a little gritty. Don’t hold it against me?” “Never,” I reply, heart in my throat. “I may taste
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