CHAPTER 26: JACK

I hated Sundays. There was something so fucking dull about them.

So maybe that was why I was at the beach. Contrary to popular belief, I was not the biggest fan of sun, sea, and sand. Nor was I the next champion surfer.

But Sandra wanted to come, and the rules of the game state that what Sandra wanted, Sandra gets. So, here I was. Getting sand up my shorts and, if I was not careful, a crab pincer around my balls.

“You didn't have to come with me. I'm capable of sunbathing by myself,” Sandra said, lying on her back on the sand.

I rolled onto my side and proped myself up on my arm. “And why would I not come? I like spending time with you.” I dragged my finger across her flat stomach, and she squirmed.

“Because.” She shrugged a shoulder.

“Because?”

“Yep. Because.”

I flipped over and straddled her. She squealed and pulled her sunglasses off, flinging them to the side. She looked up at me, and I grinned wolfishly.

“What?”

“Why are you sitting on me?”

“I felt like it.”

“You felt like it.”

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