Page 44 of Stolen Bases

I go with a simple, “Because.”

“You call me itty bitty,” she counters, making my already hardening dick spring to life.

She’s not even trying, and she’s getting a rise out of me. Pun not intended, but if the cock fits…

Fuck, I sound like a complete asshole.

“That’s because you are. All cute and tiny.” I ignore my lust-filled thoughts as I release her hand from mine and wrap it around her dainty ankle perched beside me. I picture her ankles on my shoulders as I drive into her hot, wet heat. “You’re so tiny my middle finger and thumb touch.”

I make the mistake of lifting her leg out of the water for her to see. She falls back with a surprised yelp. I almost drown her as her head dips back into the water.

My heart explodes with fear and, with two hands, I grab her under her armpits, lifting her up. “Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Talia stares at me with wide eyes before she throws her head back and laughs. Realization hits me as her body shakes with laughter and her ass grazes my cock. In my haste to save her from going under, I set her on my lap in a straddle position—a position that has my dick turning rock hard.

She brushes the big guy downstairs and jumps to her knees, lifting her sweet ass off my cock, who weeps with disappointment. My hands clench at her sides, keeping her from moving off me.

Three breaths pass before a devious smile spreads across her face. “I didn’t realize big guy was such a befitting nickname.”

It’s my turn for my eyes to pop out of my head. “Did you really just make a dick joke right now?”

She bites her lip, fighting a laugh, as she rolls her eyes at me. If I thought I was hard before, it’s nothing compared to now. She has no idea how her sass turns me on.

“Don’t,” I growl. I grind my teeth, fighting my hips’ urge to lift and fuck up into her.

“Don’t what?” Her hands land on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh.

I’m on the verge of snapping like a rubber band stretched too tight. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” she retorts, pushing me closer to the edge.

Does she know what she’s doing to me?

“You don’t want to know.”

Her blown pupils overtake the steel, leading me to believe she knows exactly what she’s doing. “Maybe I do,” she whispers, confirming my thoughts.

“Tals,” I warn.

“Cam.” She attempts to say my name in the same chiding tone, but it comes out breathy. Sultry.

My hands slide lower, gripping her waist. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t move off my lap, challenging me. I should fucking spank her for being a temptress, calling me to follow her down to the depths of depravity.

“You’re asking for it, itty bitty.”

She shrugs, spreading her legs and lowering herself down but not quite touching me. “Do your worst, big guy.”

Vixen.

I might want to fuck her seven ways to Sunday, but not yet.

Without warning, my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist, and I tickle. She tries to escape my grip, but I dig in. She lets out a scream of laughter, and the sound is like music to my ears. Water splashes around us as we slip off the seat and she wiggles out of my clutches.

I land on my knees, bringing us to eye level. She’s quick, turning around and hopping on my back. But she’s too small to overpower me, so I take advantage of our size difference and carefully pull her legs to the side. She falls into the water with a squeak.

Shit, she is going to be pissed.

Talia stands, surprising me as she giggles, sputtering water. Without thinking, I carefully push her hair back and use mythumbs to wipe the water from her face. My hands hold her steady as our eyes lock.

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