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“It’s a surprise,” I said as I squeezed her hand.

Taking a quick peek at Sierra, she smiled. I knew her fucker of an ex-husband never did shit for her. My plan was to shower her with love and attention every chance I got.Advertisement

Turning down the private road, I stopped at the security station.

“Aaron Walker,” I said as he typed in my name.

“Yes, Mr. Walker, welcome back. Enjoy your day on the water.”

Nodding, I gave him a quick smile.

“Day on the water? Are we going out on the bay?” I could hear the excitement laced in Sierra’s words.

Laughing, I shook my head. “You’ll see, baby.”

Two minutes later, I was pulling into the parking lot of the yacht club. My father had taught Em and I how to sail the moment we learned to walk. It was one of my greatest passions and one I didn’t get to play with very often.

Opening Sierra’s door, I held my hand out and helped her out of my truck. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I led her toward the docks. “We’re going sailing?” she asked as she gave me the biggest smile. My heart was soaring and I prayed liked hell Sierra’s was too.

“Yep,” I said as I tried to think about anything other than making love to Sierra on the water. I’d never brought anyone other than a few of my friends out on our boat. Sandy had begged me to take her out on the boat, and a few times I almost did, but stopped myself. The water was my escape. I loved it and I knew I wanted to share that with the person I saw my future with. It never felt right with Sandy.

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Sierra was different. I wanted more than anything to experience this moment with her. And hopefully check off one of the items on her sex bucket list.

“How long have you been sailing?” Sierra asked as we walked up to the locked gate. Entering in the access code, I pushed the gate open and gave her wink.

“Why? You nervous?” I asked.

Shrugging her shoulders, Sierra looked straight down the dock. “I’ve never been on a sailboat before, so I just want to make sure I’m not handing my life over to you.”

Laughing, I shook my head. “I would never put you in danger.”

“Awe . . . so someone else will be operating the boat?”

Stopping, I pulled Sierra into me and cupped her face as I brought my lips to hers. “I want to kiss you.”

Licking her lips, Sierra said, “Then kiss me.”

“You don’t understand, Sierra. I want to kiss you under the moonlight in a parking lot. I want to kiss you on a dance floor, in the bed of my truck, in my kitchen, in the middle of a restaurant.” Running my thumb across her soft skin, I closed my eyes and whispered, “Most of all I want to kiss you out on the water. Just you and me.”

Opening my eyes, I gazed into Sierra’s baby blues. Swallowing hard, Sierra took a hold of my arms and whispered, “I like the sound of all of that. But . . . I’m waiting for that kiss.”

Slamming my lips to Sierra’s, she wrapped her arms around me as we got lost in our kiss. Pulling back slowly, Sierra looked into my eyes and smiled. “Do you know how pissed I’m going to be if I wake up and this is all just a dream?”

Shaking my head, I grabbed a handful of Sierra’s hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck to me. I ran my tongue along her neck and over to ear as she let out a soft whimper. “The moment I sink my dick deep inside you again, you will have no doubt how wide awake you are.”

“Aaron,” Sierra whispered from her lips as I smiled against her skin. I loved hearing my name from her lips.

Breaking our contact, I took a few steps back as Sierra seemed to wobble before getting her balance. “You ready to get your sea legs on, baby?”

Giving me a smile that about knocked me over, Sierra nodded and said, “Never been more ready.”

As we walked down the dock, I watched as Sierra’s eyes grew bigger and bigger. I knew she was wondering which one was ours. My father had bought this boat about six years ago and Em and I were the only ones to take it out anymore.

“Aaron!”

Glancing up, I saw Pat walking toward us wearing a huge smile. I already knew what he was thinking. I had finally brought a girl out onto the boat.

Taking a quick look at Sierra, Pat looked back to me and shook his head. “Finally. Jesus, I was starting to worry about you.”

Letting out a laugh, I reached my hand out and shook his hand. Turning to Sierra, I said, “Sierra, this is Pat Williams. He manages the docks and takes care of my father’s girl.”

Sierra smiled as she shook Pat’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Pat.” pqdm.com