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back at the house. “Since you’ve been a good girl. Mostly.”
    Veda jackknifes into a sitting position, her tits bouncing with the sudden movement. “ Ramsey. I didn’t really think you were going to do it!” She scans the interior of the boat. “Can we…smoke it in here?”
    “We can do anything we want.” I slide the joint in between my lips and wink at her. “At any time. Ever.”
    A breath shudders out of her. “I really want you right now.”
    “Good.” I take the lighter out of my jacket and engage the flame, drawing on the joint until the tip glows red. Believe me, I want nothing more than to stub out this joint and rock this boat hard enough to create a fucking tsunami, but after she dry humped me halfway to a climax and left me miserable this afternoon in the back seat of our car with the promise of a blow job, Veda needs a little lesson. A fun one that’ll still end in her screaming, but a lesson nonetheless. I’ll indulge her teasing to a point because her nature is naturally seductive, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about her. But I won’t be played with, especially when her body is the prize and my hunger for it never fades, only increases.
    After taking two drags of the joint, I hand it to Veda. “Just a little. We’re meeting your father for dinner very soon.”
    The reminder seems to take a little wind out of her sails. “Maybe it’ll help me relax.” She brings it to her lips and sucks in the same pungent smoke I just inhaled, tilting her head back to blow a white, curling stream toward the ceiling. And promptly coughing until her eyes go glassy. “Guess you know I’m a beginner now,” she manages, before taking one more hit and coughing again. “What else is new?”
    I wet my fingers and snuff out the joint, setting it aside, amused but also hyper conscious that I’ve corrupted Veda enough already. Getting her high isn’t something I want to become a frequent thing by any means. But I have to admit, the dreamy way she looks at me after inhaling the locally grown herb makes this one exception worth the guilt. “What are you thinking about?” I ask her.
    “Mermaids.” She giggles into the back of her wrist. “I was thinking of mermaids swimming beneath the boat and eavesdropping on our conversation.”
    I can’t suppress my low laugh. “Do you have sensitive hearing then?”
    “Oh, yes.” She rises up on her knees and wades toward me through the pillows, fading sunlight and diamond-shaped shadows from the above chandelier making her look like something out of a dream. Maybe she is. My most-coveted dream. “Mermaids must have heightened senses so they can hear predators approaching,” she murmurs, twining her arms around my neck and swaying along with the wake rolling under the boat, eyelids drooping, mouth curved in a secret smile. “Sometimes, though…” She pushes up her tits, bringing them mere inches from my mouth, and it takes all my willpower not to lean in for a suck. “Sometimes they let the predators catch them.”
    Without taking my eyes off her, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down to her knees, turned on to an excruciating degree when she grows visibly excited, the pulse in her neck fluttering. “Why would they let themselves get caught?”
    “M-maybe they like belonging to someone…just a bit on the scary side.”
    I have Veda flat on her back before she can blink, my hand curved around her throat. She doesn’t move a muscle beneath me, but her pulse is now flying out of control, up against my palm. “Is that right?” My grip tightens. “I’m not sure the mermaids understand something. They’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg.”
    “I do…they do understand,” she manages, her lips barely moving. “Show me the whole thing.”
    Already, I’m shaking my head. It’s too soon, and there’s no way she could handle how deep my infatuation runs. Plastering her name across the top of the building was only