Anthony moaned. “Yes. So fucking sexy you own your own wetsuit. And the fit!” He adjusted himself in his cargo shorts.
Chuckling deeply, Solomon ordered, “Well, knock it off. Do you have any idea how painful a boner is in one of these things?”
Shaking his head, Anthony began stripping. “Afraid not, but I’ll take your word for it.” He was naked with his clothes folded next to Solomon’s in less than a minute.
Solomon groaned softly, drawing Anthony’s attention. “Fuck, you’re hot.” His expression betrayed his hunger just as well as his scent did.
Anthony grinned.
Pulling a small harpoon gun and several harpoons from his bag, Solomon loaded his weapon. He then popped Anthony on his ass and began heading toward the sea. “Come on, doc,” he called over his shoulder, striding into the waves. “Come diving with me, my sexy hammerhead.”
Only too happy to agree, Anthony went charging after his mate, passed him, and dove into the sea. After he’d shifted, he peered around for his mate. Spotting him already twenty feet away, Anthony swam after him.
Anticipation surging through him, Anthony joined his mate hunting beneath the waves.
About the Author
Charlie started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing gay erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes of all kinds. With the help and support of her husband, Charlie finally fulfilled one of her life-long goals... move to acreage with her horses. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains of her new Oregon home on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle.
She can be reached at [email protected]
Or visit her at www.charlie-richards.com
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