“Can you get my back? I don’t want to ask the crew to do it.” And he would have no problems tossing the lucky guy overboard. “Sure,” he said again. She tossed him the bottle and brushed past him. She hinged forward just a bit against the mattress, and he went from half-mast to rock hard when he caught the rear view. The bottoms, which had been tiny from the front, were minuscule from behind. The rounded curve of her perfect ass cheeks demanded attention under the high cut bikini. “Oh sweet Jesus,” he muttered. Waverly pulled her ponytail over her shoulder. “Problem there, Saint?” Maybe if he
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