“Is this the type of show and tell where you pass it around the class, Ms. Brody?” “It’s more like the kind I leave on the table, if you want to come see for yourself.” “Hmm,” he hummed, getting another searing look at my chest and then using his size to his advantage—catching my wrist in his hand in one calculated reach. He pulled my body to his, arms winding around my lower back until my toes left the sand beneath the water and my entire upper half was pressed tight against his chest. His skin was warm, fever touched, and I could feel just how hard he was tucked into his waistband against my
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