Page 70 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

He let his head roll around as she kneaded the tight tendons on the back of his neck. “Absolutely.”

“Unfortunately, we left the glasses over by the chairs.”

He groaned. “Be right back.”

“No.” She stopped massaging. “Please allow me.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . . . she was up out of the water and climbing over him to get to the steps and that’s when he put his hand right on the sweet swell of her ass. He marveled at the fact that it was the very first time he’d reached out and made contact with her. There had been no handshake. No kiss. No gentlemanly palm to her lower back as he opened the door for her. Nope—the first time he intentionally touched Win Mackland it was big palm to sweet, wet, creamy-skinned ass.

He wasn’t going to last five minutes at this rate.

She rose from the hot tub, and he stared at her like a man who’d never seen a naked woman in his life. Perhaps he’d never seen one like this. All those womanly curves he’d noticed under her clothes were jaw-dropping in their unadorned state. Her breasts were round and soft and jutted out at this amazing little upward tilt that made him want to suck like a newborn. Her ass was a goddamn work of art, with fleshy but firm globes decorated with two little dimples at her spine. She bent over for the glasses and he got his first flash of dark pink, pouting pussy surrounded by a little patch of dark curls and he had to bite down hard on the inside of his mouth to keep from shouting.

Then she turned around, wineglasses in hand, her face lit up with a knowing smile that he could easily get used to, and she took her time coming back. He watched her thick hair bounce, her hips sway. He watched rivulets of water trickle down her taut tummy. He watched her lush thighs move back and forth, framing that delicate little pussy of hers. Suddenly, he realized there was a real risk that they’d run out of condoms. Three weeks was twenty-one days. If they fucked ten times a day, they’d be cutting it close. He’d have to pace himself.

Win eased herself back into the water and opened the wine, which she set aside to breathe.

“You know, this is not the norm for me.”

Mac was relieved to hear it and gave her a smile she apparently liked.

“But you are one incredibly sexy man, Vincent MacBeth.” Her voice was a whisper. “And I have a very big favor to ask you.”

He wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but he figured he might as well get his only concern out of the way. He hoped she’d take it well.

“No, you may not call me Maximillion,” he said.

She laughed again, loud and deep, running a hand through her damp curls. “As a rule, I keep a decent grip on reality, Vincent. And besides, I know you’re not Max, because you’re . . . well, you’re real.”

He liked that answer and smiled at her. “I am indeed. So what can this very real man do for you, Winifred?”

She batted her eyelashes at him, bit her bottom lip, then said, “I need you to be my muse for a few weeks. Think you’re up to the job?”

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Mac had to laugh. This beautiful, nude woman had just asked if he was up to the challenge of being her temporary boy toy! She’d just asked the United States Navy’s most versatile covert operative to be her plaything! The woman had a lot of nerve. He liked that about her.

“I’m up for anything at the moment, as you can see.”

Their gazes fell to the water, where they watched the periscope of Mac’s big cock head come up for a look around.

“Hell-o,” she whispered.

“So how big is Max Mercy?”

Win’s eyes flashed. “That detail has never made it into a script, but I always pictured him bigger than average. Everything about him is larger than life, you know.”

“And how does Max like his sex?” Mac reached out and brushed a finger down the side of her face, along her jawline, down into the hollow of her collarbone. He could see Win’s pulse bang away under the pale skin of her throat. She seemed to be enjoying the line of questioning, but she hadn’t answered him yet. “Aren’t you going to tell me? Is Maximillion Mercy a soft and romantic guy or a little rough around the edges?”

Win wrapped her sweet little hand around his cock, or at least tried to. She gulped. “Uh. Max has very strong opinions about sex.”

“Of course he does. Go on.”

Win’s voice was husky and barely audible over the hot tub jets. Her hand began to stroke him. “He’s a demanding lover, but there are rewards for meeting his demands.”

“Hmm. Define demanding, please.”

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