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Phillip wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to the heat of his body. “Not too far,” he teased.

The already-erect length of him pressed into the curve of her buttocks, announcing how much her short skirt excited him. If she leaned just a little further, they could give some topside sailor a hard-on with the show they would make.

“I like to go too far,” she teased him, well aware that someday Phillip would take her up on that offer. The thought both excited and terrified her. It was all part of the game, the chance of being caught. She shivered in the imagined climax that would roll through her body if someone caught them in the heat of the moment.