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The shape of his face in the moonlight is priceless.

“Hairy hole, huh?”

“Yeah. And don’t you dare wax it! When my tongue is in it and I’m fucking it, I don’t ever want to be confused by who I’m fucking. I want every manly, rough, inch of you, Ford Montgomery. You’re mine.Now fucking run!”

He stumbles back and slips on the hard-packed sand. But he gets to his feet and his long legs send him far down the beach.

What he doesn’t know...

It’s a dead end.

THIRTY-NINE

FORD

I’m running, but my head is fucking spinning. Ash laid a world of honesty on me that I wasn’t prepared for. That I was with a man I didn’t really know. A man who apparently wanted me so much, he completely flipped the preferences he’d had with other men.

He’s a switch...

Now, he wants to show me who he really is. I’m not sure I can handle that. Thank God my legs are fucking long. I can outrun him.

Do I want to deny his needs? And what he really wants?

Three minutes...

My breath is heavy as I try to count and think at the same time. I’m going to turn around in a moment and see how far I made it away from Ash.

If I catch you, I fuck you.

God, the feral tone of his voice sent electricity through me. Could I just let it happen?

No, he wants to take me by force. He wants me to put up a fight. Me. I doubt he had to do this with Pratt.

Ash knows I take control. He knows what I need for this relationship to work and that I won’t just lie down and take it.

Only, I would have.

Fuck, he made this a game, and my cock is growing hard with every stomp into the wet shoreline.

The further I get down the beach, the darker the sky grows. To my right, the foamy waves crash againstthe shore. I’m not jumping into the ocean in six-hundred-dollar jeans.

Unless...I get naked.

Shit, I don’t have time for that. With only darkness ahead of me, water to the right, and houses to the left, I don’t know what to do.

Quickly, the dunes to my left narrow, and the powdery sand replaces the hard waterline along the shore.

This beach just fucking ended. I slow down and catch a faint light ahead. My heart stops when I realize, it’s a fence.

This is a fucking dead end.

I whip around and am blinded by a light in my eyes.

“Stopped running, my good boy?” Ash strolls up to me, his cell phone flashlight blinding me.

“You tricked me. You knew the beach ended.” I back up to the fence, wondering if I should try to scale it.

Basic training had something similar, and I rappelled over a ten-foot fence easily. That was more than twenty years ago.

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