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“So, you don’t want to make a break for the hot tub.”

“Ohmygod, yesssssss! Let’s go.”

The air outside feels freezing as it rushes over our wet skin. Luckily, it’s less than sixty seconds until I’m yanking the hot tub cover off and we’re sinking into the steamy water.

We sprawl on the reclining seats for several minutes, letting the heat seep into our bones. Then I pull Julia toward me.

Every single time I kiss her, I feel that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. My hands graze over her skin, finding pressure points and ticklish spots. My entire body is vibrating with lust as she sits on my lap. If I feel the pressure of her hip against my throbbing cock for too long, I'm going to be tempted to do more than I should tonight. Right now, my main focus is just to taste her. Inhale her. Let her feel how much I need her.

Julia's bottom lip sticks out as I stand up, letting her float away from me briefly. There's a pile of towels on the deck that's flush with the top of the hot tub. I lay three of them down, then roll one into a pillow. I lift Julia by the hips and sit her on the edge, her feet still dangling in the hot tub, then spread a towel over her chest to keep her warm.

"Now…" I drawl, running my hands up the top of her thighs. "If you give me a wink, I'm going to tear off these panties and lick your pussy until you scream my name. Is this a good plan? Or should we just go inside and make some hot chocolate?"

Her saucy smile hits the very center of my chest. Her tongue darts quickly across her bottom lip, then she winks.

By the time she stops laughing, her underwear has already hit the cabin door. I kneel on the hot tub bench, her legs around my ears as I kiss meandering trails along her inner thighs. Her breast is already heaving through the thin towel, her bottom lip trembling as I pull her hips slightly toward me. I use the opportunity to squeeze her round ass, getting her in position.

I take a good long look at her pussy, brushing my fingertips along her wet skin. She's so fresh. So pure. My dick is so hard I almost wish I were sitting in cold water instead of hot. I shouldn't be this aroused when she hasn't even touched me yet.

I brush over her sensitive skin, finding the points that make her gasp and moan. I want to make this last as long as possible, but my self-control crumbles. All I can think about is filling her, pleasing her, creating a shock to her system and making Julia want me as much as I want her.

She lets out a breathy choked noise as my finger circles her wet inner lips, then my tongue begins lapping around her tiny bundle of nerves and she whines in pleasure.

My left arm scoops under her leg to drape it over my shoulder so I can reach up and caress her breasts. I revel in every second that my tongue is touching her delicate skin. The feeling of her heat pressing against my finger is driving me wild, especially since she’s so tight it's hard to wedge my hand inside. When I flatten my tongue against her button, she whimpers. I twist my hand back and forth, managing to add another finger, and she whimpers again.

"Imagine this is my cock, beautiful," I murmur against her skin. "When the time is right, you're going to beg me to fuck you. You're going to need me inside you. You're going to tell me every single detail of what you want, and I'm going to give it to you. "

Julia moans, her pussy dripping around my fingers until I can finally move them more easily. "You're so wet for me, baby. You need this. But it's going to be up to you. Right now, you just relax and come for me. And then whenever you want, just grab me by the throat and tell me you need me to fuck you."

My tongue circles three laps around her clit before I add, "Or if you’re a sweet, polite girl, you can just ask me to take you. Either one works."

Her fingers cling to the edge of the deck, her hips swaying, her thighs tightening around me. I wish I could see her eyes, but I'll settle for watching the rise and fall of her belly, tightening and tightening, as her wet pussy clamps down on my fingers.

Groaning, I dig in, licking faster and harder, swirling my tongue across and around her clit until she lets out a moaning cry. "Oh…Sam!" she sputters. "It's…yes…" She quakes with pleasure, her juices soaking my mouth as I drive my fingers faster. I love how hard the orgasm hits her. Love the way she seems so surprised. Most of all, I love that she's comfortable enough with me to let go like this.

Finally she grabs the back of my hair to tell me she's had enough. I straighten up, pulling off the top towel to cradle her in my arms and lower her back into the hot tub.

She clings to me as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, before kissing all over her face, her damp hair, the top of her breasts.

"I can't believe you're mine, beautiful," I whisper. "Can't believe you came out here with me.” Her eyes grow huge before I add, "For the record, I've never brought another woman here. Ever."

"Good," she whispers. "I want to be your first songwriting assistant. And I want you to be my first…you know…” Her eyes close as she smiles shyly.

I knew it.

Because even though it goes against my deeply held belief that women are not trophies to be claimed…

I need to claim her.

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JULIA

I’ve never felt so cherished.

Sam was a perfect gentleman during our first two days of fake dating, which was supposed to be just for the cameras and the rumor mill.

Career-wise, I may have messed up. But relationship-wise, Sam is already behaving like this is forever.