Page 63 of SIN Looks Good On Us!

Jokah gently placed me back on my feet. He sat down on the bench, pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. The sun had risen fully by then, but all I could see, all I could feel, was Jokah. His touch. His kiss. His body against mine. At that moment, nothing else mattered.

"That was so fuckin’ good," he whispered in my ear.

“Yeah, it was. And that’s why I said you can’t keep doing this to me.”

"But I'm not done with you yet, baby."

He grabbed my legs, so that I was straddling his lap. I could feel his dick, already hard again, pressing against my entrance. I moaned, my hips grinding against him.

"You feel that? This is what you do to me.”

“I do,” I grinned.

Jokah sucked on my bottom lip, while looking into my eyes. "That's all for you, baby. Now, ride it."

I grabbed his dick, positioned it between my folds and took him inch by inch. Jokah held my hips and guided my movements. “Yeah, ride that dick just like that.”

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Jokah wore my ass the fuck out. We showered, got dressed and headed back toward the dock, where a small table had already been set up waiting for us. On the table, chicken and waffles were plated neatly, a pitcher of orange juice and a bottle of champagne was sitting beside a small carafe of mimosas.

"You really thought of everything," I said, sitting down across from him.

"I told you. I don't do small."

We ate in comfortable silence, talking here and there between bites. I caught him looking at me more than once. Every time our eyes met, he smiled like he already knew what I was thinking. I smiled in return. I couldn't remember the last time anything felt this beautiful.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, setting my fork down.

"Go ahead."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the first thing in a long time that's made me forget how to be strategic."

I raised an eyebrow. "Strategic?"

"I plan everything. Every move I make usually has three more behind it. With you, I'm just here. Not thinking three steps ahead. Not calculating anything."

"That's it?"

"That's a lot coming from me."

I studied him for a second, searching his face for the joke, the deflection, the thing men usually hid behind when a question got too close to something real. I didn't find one.

"You could have any woman you wanted," I said. "Snap your fingers and half of Fort Lauderdale would drop everything."

"Probably."

"So why chase somebody who told you no? Somebody with a whole boyfriend?"

He leaned back in his chair. "Because you weren't impressed by any of it. Not the car, not the money, not the name. You looked at me like I was just a man standing in front of you." He paused and looked in my eyes. "That's not something I get to feel very often. I wasn't about to let it go without trying."

"That's a good answer."

"It's the true one."

I picked my fork back up, but I didn't really taste the rest of the food. I just sat there, replaying his words, wondering how a man I'd known for such a short time already felt more present than someone I'd given three years of my life to.