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Marcus
I’m sitting at my desk on Monday morning, after a weekend of beating off to images of Caterina in my mind.
Fucking Dane. She was right there in my hands and he had to barge in and ruin it. Not like I could’ve bent her over the hood of her flashy car with Lily and Ashley inside the house, but a kiss. A f*****g kiss to see if she’s as sweet as I think she is.
My phone rings and I glance down to it, seeing that it’s Mr. Santora. Cat’s dad. My stomach flips with the thought that he somehow knows about the dirty thoughts I’ve been having about his youngest.
I answer the shop phone, “Good morning, Bill.”
“Marcus.” He pauses and I swear the man could make a raging bull nervous. “I’m coming out in a few weeks with my family.”
“Which boat were you looking for?”
Bill keeps three bo
