Page 40 of Now or Never

“No,” Adam said with a smirk.

Chelsea tipped her head back and laughed. “Quit fucking with me. Ready. Four, three, two, jump!”

Adam squatted down, launched up, and did a twist in the air. Max and Ethan both did somersaults. Antonio attempted a somersault and failed miserably. They all popped out of the water, laughing. They swam to the back, climbed the ladder onto the boat, and towelled off.

Then Ethan said, “Your turn.”

Adam hid the excitement on his face by towelling off his hair.

Chelsea dropped her towel, and Natalie pulled off her dress. They stood on the edge of the boat, holding hands, and Adam nearly died.

He knew his jaw was dropped. Knew that anyone looking at him could see he was staring at Chelsea’s ass where the green fabric dug into the middle of her cheeks. Fuck, he wanted her. Would it really be so awful if they had sex? Just once? Maybe she would be down for that. Then it would be out of his system, and they could focus on being friends.

Ethan counted down before Chelsea and Natalie jumped off the edge, still holding hands. When they climbed back aboard, Chelsea towelled off, then put on her jean shorts and shirt.

The move made him sad, but he’d see if he could get them back off her later. He knew when a woman was interested, and Chelsea was definitely interested. They could probably find a way to make it work.

“I better get going,” Chelsea said.

Adam’s brain skidded to a halt. “Going?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Chelsea said, reaching her hands up and gathering her hair onto her head. “I want to be home to have dinner with Ben.”

Shit.He’d totally forgotten about Ben as soon as she dropped her shorts. Was that bad?

Probably.

Chelsea looked around at the water, a frown taking over her face. “How do I leave? Do I have to swim for it, or . . . ?”

Adam was still trying to get his brain to catch up to real time when Ethan elbowed him in the ribs.

“No,” Adam said, giving his head a shake. “I’ll borrow a Jet Ski. Just a sec.”

He went to the next boat, borrowed a set of keys, went to the back of the boat where two Jet Skis were docked, and got on one, then drove it over to his boat. Chelsea said bye to everyone, then climbed on behind him, pressing her warm front onto his back.

He suppressed a moan. “Hold on,” he said, and her hands came around his waist.

He hit the gas and drove her back to the marina. It was only a two-minute drive, but her hands on his stomach and her chest against his back were pure torture. When he pulled up, he got off, then held out a hand for her to take.

She stepped off the Jet Ski and into the shallow water on the ramp. “Thanks for inviting me, Adam. I had a really great time.”

“I had fun, too.”

They stared at each other for a moment. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hug her. Honestly, he would take any form of physical contact she’d give him at this point. He didn’t want her to go. He wanted to look at her ass again. He hadn’t had enough yet.

He had just opened his mouth to ask her when he’d see her again when a hand landed on his forearm.

“Hi, Adam,” came a breathy voice.

He wrenched his eyes off of Chelsea’s and came eye to eye with a girl he’d slept with a few months ago. He couldn’t remembermuch about her except she had vocal fry and her name ended withah.

“Hey,” he said, trying to sound dismissive and hoping she’d take the hint.

She didn’t.

Her eyes took on an overly dramatic, worried look. “You’re not leaving already, are you?”

“Uh, no,” he said, wondering how he could get rid of her.

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