She felt his lips curve against her shoulder. “I’m having a bit of a problem with that myself.”
When she felt him pull out of her, she nearly cried out in protest. She might have tightened her legs to keep him there, but they still felt like soft, runny butter. A minute later, she found herself sitting beside him on the steps leading out of the pool.
“Wow,” she said, snuggling her head against his shoulder because she simply didn’t have the strength to hold it upright.
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