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I broke his heart. Now I hope he doesn’t break mine back.
Darren Gracen looks even sexier than the day I left him. Oh, and let’s not forget that panty-dropping British accent. Just being around him again is bringing back all the sweet and sinful memories we shared together. Smelling his masculine scent in the same vicinity gets me high and makes my heart flutter.
But he’s not the same man I left behind. There’s a sad, mysterious gleam in his eye. Sure, it could be that he doesn’t trust me anymore. That’s understandable, considering the circumstances of our breakup. But I can’t help but feel that it’s more than that. Like he’s hiding something behind those brooding blue eyes of his.
No matter what it is, I can’t deny it…I still want him.
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Throwing caution to the wind, I start inching deeper into the water. From full-ankle, to calf, then knee, finally stopping at my waist. What can I say? I’m still not ignorant nor relaxed enough to submerge myself all the way. I will stay waist-deep, thank you very much.
This isn’t so bad. Maybe I am a bit paranoid about the ocean. Why would a shark want to bite me anyway? I’ve got no meat on my bones, or so my mother would say. Besides, Cow Girl has more curves than I do anyway. Not to mention two meaty nuggets on her chest. If a shark should bite anyone, it should be her. Is that bad of me to say? Well, who gives a flying rat’s ass? I am in my relaxed state of mind. Nothing I say, or in this case think, can or will be counted against me whilst I’m relaxing.
I close my eyes yet again and start to sway back and forth. The saltwater sloshes around me, creating ripples amongst the foamy waves. The sounds of the waves mixed with the loud-beaked seagulls is the perfect mixtape for my relaxation time.
OUCH! Fuck, fuck, fuck! A shark just bit my left asscheek! I am asscheekless. I knew I shouldn’t have gone in the ocean. Now, I will never be able to sit again. What guy wants to tap a girl with half an ass? I can hear it now. Oh, baby, I can’t wait to turn you around and tap that sweet little…oh my God, where the fuck is your ass? My life is ruined. If I don’t die here, my life is over anyway. I will henceforth be known as Half-Ass Girl. That is the name that will be engraved on my tombstone when I die from the embarrassment, or the loss of blood from missing half my ass.
I open my eyes and scan the water, relieved to not see any pools of red blood around me. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t a shark bite, but my ass still burns like Hell. My heart beats faster as I tread my way onshore. When my feet hit the sand, I spot a nearby boulder to lean against, and saunter my way over there.
My ass really fucking hurts. I wiggle my baby blue bikini bottom and shriek as a gelatin-like creature plops out of it. A frickin’ jellyfish. I was stung by a frickin’ jellyfish. Just keep swimming my ass, Dory. This hurts like a mother.
On the horizon, I see a large silhouette coming towards me fast, and decide to call out to it.
“Help! Is anybody out there?”
The silhouette grows larger as it comes closer and closer. Because the sun is so damn bright, and I forgot to bring sunglasses, I can’t make out who it is until he is right on top of me.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” The deep British lilt makes my nipples pebble yet again. And since they are only covered by a bikini top that doesn’t leave much left to the imagination, they are highly noticeable.
“Whip your dick out, now!”
About J.P. Nicolas:
J.P. Nicholas has the great misfortune to be A Male Romance Writer. Turns out, men are also hopeless romantics, given half the chance, and Nicholas’ fascination with love began long before he could write. His parents—high school sweethearts who are still mad for each other—left him enamored with the idea of true love, and its ability to transform and redeem even the most jaded soul. Nicholas lives to capture this magic, lust, and passion on the page; his characters known for their sizzling chemistry and chest-squeezing plot lines.
When J.P. Nicholas isn’t tapping away at his laptop, he can be found in his home state of Florida, binge-watching This Is Us with his girlfriend, or devouring Italian food with his family. His latest novel, Just Pretend, is a friends-to-lovers drama and the first in his new Sandy Heights series, to be released in June.
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