Definitely loo⁠—

I bit my lip on a moan when I felt it fall. Triton caught it, tucking it in his pocket before his hand dragged up to the spot and stroked it lightly.

It was so insanely sensitive, my entire body clenched with pleasure. “I need you.”

“I’m yours, Sweetheart.”

“Do you feel it?”

“You tell me.”

I leaned against him a little more, and I flushed from head to toe when I felt his bulge.

Holy crap, it was really happening.

He stroked the spot where I was missing my scale again, and I nearly climaxed then and there.

A soft moan escaped me, and he pulled me tighter against him. “I’m taking you to the bathroom. We’re not making it to our room.”

I made a sound of agreement.

He turned me around in his arms and walked me across the dance floor. If people were watching, I didn’t notice them. I was too focused on the feel of his erection against my back.

Erections.

I was definitely in over my head. Good thing I could breathe water.

It took what felt like an eternity to make it to the bathroom. When he finally locked the door behind us and yanked my skirt up to my waist, I could’ve cried in relief.

He walked me to the countertop, sink, and mirror. The pretty stone sparkled, but I barely noticed it.

“How wet are you for me, Sweetheart?” he rumbled against my back, making me moan.

“Soaked.”

“Show me.”

The command made me hot.

I slipped my hand between my thighs and dragged my fingers over my center. The slickness soaked my skin.

“How does it feel?”

“So good.”

“Not your touch, Sweetheart. Your cunt. Tell me how that feels.”

“Wet. Hot. Swollen. Needy.”

“Show me,” he repeated, leaning me over the countertop as I eased my fingers away from my core.

Triton’s hand wrapped around my wrist, and he lifted my fingers to his mouth, slowly licking my pleasure off my skin. “Delicious.”

Releasing my wrist, he lowered his hand to my core. He slid his fingers over my clit, and I moaned aloud.

His touch was gone far too soon, and he pressed his fingers to my mouth. “Taste how much you want me.”

Ohh.

I parted my lips, and he slid his fingers between them. I ground against his hardness as the saltiness of my own need flooded my mouth.

“Triton,” I moaned around him. “I need you.”

“You’ll take my fingers first, to prepare.” He nipped my throat with his teeth, and I tilted my head to the side to give him more access.

He slipped his hand away from my mouth and lowered it back to my core, reaching around me to drag his fingers over my clit.