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front of Brett.
    Kenzie took a sip of her soda, watching as Brett stirred in several packets of sugar.
    “It’s that Southern thing,” he explained, “and y’all don’t have sweet tea up here.”
    “Not really, no. I get it. I like my tea hot and sweet.”
    “Hot and sweet.” He tilted his head and gave her a glance over. “Now doesn’t that just sound like a good description of you.”
    “Charming. I suppose I set myself up for that.”
    “As much as I’d like to take all the credit, you did.”
    Laughing despite herself, she shook her head. “Anyway, as I was saying, if you want to go find another more, um, accommodating woman after dinner, I won’t be offended.”
    Okay, maybe she’d be a little disappointed, which was probably the most she’d let herself feel for a guy in forever.
    Not wanting to dwell on that dismal realization, she waited for his reply.

Chapter Three
    Brett stared at the woman across from him. Despite her casual statement that he could go bang some other chick tonight and she wouldn’t care, there was tension in her shoulders.
    Damn, but if she wasn’t the sexiest and most puzzling women he’d ever met, and it was almost as if she didn’t give a flying fig about being sexy or flirtatious.
    Like what she was doing right now. The way she played with the straw in her soda, sliding her fingers up and down the plastic and stroking a finger over the top. He’d bet all the money in his wallet it was subconscious.
    But whether subconscious or beautifully calculated, the gesture was so seductive all he could think about was her fingers doing the same damn thing on his dick.
    Dragging his mind from his filthy hand job vision, he tried to remember what he was supposed to be answering her about. Oh right. Her half-assed encouragement that maybe he might want to find another woman later if he wanted to get laid tonight.
    The idea was so off-putting he couldn’t help but give a soft, harsh laugh. No other woman was going to be able to substitute for Kenzie right now. He wasn’t like one of his younger sailors who simply needed release and would take it with any willing woman.
    He wanted to get off tonight, just as much as the next guy. But he got the feeling Kenzie would be worth the wait.
    “I’m enjoying my time with you,” he finally answered, “and I’m actually okay with the knowledge that you’re not looking for sex tonight.”
    Skepticism flashed across her face. “Seriously? Because I know you guys have been holding off on the ship and you must be horny as hell.”
    While maybe she wasn’t looking for sex tonight, she certainly didn’t seem shy discussing it.
    Deciding to see exactly how comfortable she was, he pushed it a little further.
    “Well, yes, most of us probably are horny as hell, but while we may not be sleeping with our women, it doesn’t mean we’re not getting off.”
    Her cheeks filled with color, and her gaze with realization. “Oh. Oh right. I mean, I guess it’s only natural taking care of business yourself. I mean, I do it.”
    Christ Almighty, he didn’t need that visual right now. Sweat broke out on the back of his neck. He really didn’t need to think about Kenzie in bed, with her fingers—
    “So maybe you don’t really miss sex all that much?” she asked with a slight frown.
    “Of course we miss it, frigging your hand is nothing compared to a flesh and blood woman.” His voice was a rasp now. “Which is why we make sure we’re ready to meet our women when we come home.”
    “What do you mean by ready? Or do I want to know?”
    He leaned forward slightly and covered her hand with his. It was meant to be conspiring, but really he just wanted an excuse to touch her.
    “You tell me, Kenzie, do you really want to know?”
    She bit her lip, glancing at his hand and almost hesitating, but she didn’t pull away. She gave a quick nod. “Aye. Tell me.”
    “BOCOD,” he whispered.
    “BOCOD? What’s that?”
    “Beating Off Cut Off