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happy to sit on the beach and watch my old man and me in the afternoons sometimes, after they both close up shop. We try to go out together at least once a week.”
    She blinked with surprise. Not over the fact that his dad was a surfing tattoo artist, but that his parents were still so much a part of his life. “That’s incredible. You’re so lucky.”
    His brows lifted with interest. “Yeah?”
    Nodding, she said, “You obviously have parents who care about you. That’s really special, Chris.”
    He cocked his head a bit to the side, studying her eyes. “What are your parents like?”
    It took everything she had not to scowl. “Um, my family isn’t all that...close. To be honest, I haven’t talked to my parents or my brother since last Christmas.”
    “Seriously? What’s their problem?”
    She gave an uncomfortable shrug. “Oh, they’re fine. Just busy with their careers.” And then, before she could stop, she heard herself saying, “My parents are both big on being a part of what they consider the ‘right’ social scene. To say they’re disappointed in me is putting it lightly.”
    “Disappointed that you’re smart and beautiful and have a kickass career? Not to mention sweet and funny and one of the most incredible women I’ve ever met?”
    Warmth filled her chest, but she knew he was just trying to make her feel good. “I’m hardly all of that,” she said with an embarrassed laugh. “But it’s sweet of you to say so.”
    He smirked as he shook his head. “You don’t take compliments well, do you, Soph?”
    “No, not really.”
    He shook his head again and pulled her closer. “We’re going to have to change that.”
    “We are?”
    “Yeah,” he breathed against her lips, rubbing his mouth over hers, while his big hands pushed into the heavy fall of her hair. “Just as soon as I’ve fucked your beautiful little brains out and convinced you there’s not a ‘sweet’ thing about me.”
    She couldn’t help but smile, taking the initiative this time and kissing him back with every bit of craving she’d been bottling up from the moment she’d met him. His lips were firm but soft, his taste warm and rich and masculine, making her want to drown in him.
    While Sophie held the sides of his strong throat and tangled her tongue with his, she could feel Chris’s hands working between them as he undid his belt and opened his slacks. He kicked his shoes off, and she broke away from the kiss to look down, wanting to watch as he shoved his slacks down his powerful thighs and calves, along with a pair of tight black boxers. He bent forward, obscuring her view as he pulled his socks off, then stood up, and she damn near swallowed her tongue when she got her first look at him completely naked.
    Holy...freaking...moly .
    His cock was...yeah, it was impressive. She’d never imagined this part of a man could be beautiful, but Chris’s hard-on was definitely a thing of wonder. Long and thick, with a heavy, fleshy head and ropy veins beneath the tight stretch of skin, he looked even bigger than he’d felt inside his slacks. And he’d felt big. As in how-the-hell-is-he-ever-going-to-fit-inside-me big.
    While she just stood there and stared, probably drooling a little, he opened the condom he’d taken from his wallet before dropping his slacks on the floor. She bit her lip as she watched him open the foil square, then sheath his heavy cock in the latex. The head was so big the weight of it pulled the rigid stalk away from his body, her breath catching as it thumped against her stomach. She was still just standing there, head tilted forward, staring like someone in a trance, when he pushed one hand into her hair at her nape, pulling her head back until she was staring up at him, while his other hand settled on her hip, his long fingers digging into her skin.
    “I don’t want to fall on you like a raving madman,” he said in a low voice, his fingers flexing against her. “I want to keep getting to