Dean stood in the shower letting the steaming hot water run over him. His mind was racing.

'Man it wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to just have some robotic lame sex with her just so she wouldn't have sex with Zander and that was gonna be the end of it. We were gonna move on and pretend like it never happened, but how the fuck am I supposed to do that? Being inside her wasn't supposed to feel so fucking good. She wasn't supposed to wake me up begging to give me a blow job, and seeing her mouth around my dick wasn't supposed to get me harder than I've ever been. She wasn't supposed to ride me so good and scream my name so loud when I got her off. Damn, hearing her scream my name like that did something to me. She wasn't supposed to have the most perfect fucking tits and ass I've ever seen. Fate is playing a cruel, cruel joke on me by making Berkley my fucking dream girl. I can't have a relationship with my best friend. I would just end up hurting her like I do every other woman and the last thing I want to do is hurt Berkley. She means more to me than anyone in the world. For her sake I've gotta resist the temptation and be just her friend again, no matter how hard it's gonna be."

He shut off the shower and got out, drying himself off before hanging the towel up and getting dressed in a pair of beach shorts and a tank top.

As he made his way downstairs he heard her singing to a Breaking Benjamin's song. His favorite song to be exact, 'Dance with the Devil' and she knew every word and her voice was beautiful and edgy and rough. She could probably be the lead singer of a rock band if she wanted to. They had always had the same taste in music which was really nice. He leaned against the kitchen doorway and watched her dance around as she cooked some scrambled eggs in a skillet at the stove and popped up the toast and started buttering it.

He watched her as she moved around the room, swaying her hips to the music not realizing he was there because she was so focused on what she was doing. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra because he could see her nipples poking out the fabric of the loose tanktop and he could see the curve of her breast from the hole in the side.

He felt his dick twitch as he took in the sight in front of him. His eyes moved down and looked at her perfectly round ass cheeks in those short little shorts and the long tan legs that were attached to them that were so smooth. How the hell had he never noticed how fucking sexy she was for all these years? No wonder he had such a hard time keeping the guys away from her in high school.

She must've felt him watching her because she turned and looked in his direction and when she did there was a twinkle in her eye and she gave him a flirty 'come fuck me' smile.

'Fuck I'm done for. How am I gonna resist her? It's impossible,' he thought.

"I made us some breakfast. Come get it," she said with a smile, scooping the scrambled eggs onto two plates and sitting a piece of buttered toast on it before pouring them both a cup of coffee.

He sat on the barstool and said, "Thank you. It smells delicious."

"Well you made dinner last night so I figured it was my turn to cook," she said with a smile, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, exposing her neck. He caught a glimpse of the tiny hickey on her neck and he remembered sucking on that spot as he was thrusting into her last night. That memory made his dick twitch again and then his eyes trailed down to her breasts. She was leaning forward and her tank top was loose enough that he could see everything. Man her tits were amazing and he felt the urge to have them in his hands and suck on them again.

He felt his heart rate picking up and he realized she was telling some story about her roommate's family and he hadn't heard a single word because he was so distracted by how fucking beautiful and perfect she is.

"Isn't that funny?" she asked, looking over at him.

He moved his eyes up to hers. "Yeah," he smiled. "Hilarious," as he took a sip of his coffee, knowing he had no fucking clue what she had been talking about.

He looked down at his lap and saw that he was rock hard again. Even though they just had sex not even an hour ago she had him hard again. He had never been this insatiable with any other girl. Usually once a day was more than enough. With Berkley he felt like he could never get enough and he was gonna be hard all the time when she was around him now.

The first time they had sex he got off way faster than he ever had before and it wasn't just because of there not being a condom barrier between them. Being inside a woman had never felt that good or perfect before. He was dreaming about how good she felt when he woke up this morning, feeling so turned on he couldn't stand it and then he opened his eyes and found her sitting between his legs, begging to suck him off.

That was a first. No girl had ever woken him up like that before and it was such a fucking turn on. Berkley was definitely a one of a kind. It was like she read his mind and could feel how bad he wanted her mouth around him again.

"So today's our last day here in the Hamptons since we leave tomorrow morning. What do you want to do?" she asked, breaking him from his thoughts.

In his mind he answered, 'Fuck you all day and teach you every Kama Sutra position I know.'

In reality he answered. "I don't care. We can do whatever. What do you want to do?"

"I was thinking maybe we could go down to the pier and rent a boat and go sailing. What do you think?"

Since their Dads owned a fishing boat company together they had gone sailing all the time growing up, together with their Dads, but he hadn't been sailing with her since the incident.

"Do you think you're ready for that?"

She looked down at the floor and got a far off look on her face like she was remembering something. Then she cleared her throat and swallowed, "Yeah. I ummm. I think maybe it will help me move on. Face my fears and everything, you know? There's no better place to go sailing than the Hampton's."

"Ok," he said, rubbing on her back. "I guess we're going sailing then."

After breakfast they both got ready and he drove her over to the pier so they could rent a nice sailboat for the day.

When they got onboard he kept an eye on her to make sure she was alright but she seemed to be completely fine. She started setting to work checking all the lines and then untied it from the dock.

Dean started up the motor and it rumbled to life and Berkley was on the deck and gave him a thumbs up that it was ready. He taxied the boat out of the pier and when they were out on the open water they worked together to pull up the sails and he cut the motor and let the wind in the sails take over.

Berkley took over steering for a bit and he stood next to her and held onto a rail and watched the ocean waves out in the distance. He looked over and she seemed to be doing a lot better with this than he thought she would. She actually had a smile on her face as the wind whipped through her long brown hair and the sunshine lit up her skin.

"I missed this," she said, looking over at him.

He gave her a little smile. "Yeah, sailing always was our favorite thing to do together." He had a new favorite thing to do with her now, he thought to himself.

When they found a good spot they brought the sails down and Berkley sunbathed on the deck in her bikini and Dean sat next to her as they talked. He tried not to look at her body but he couldn't help it.

She laid there on her stomach, propped up on her elbows telling him a story about her brother and his fiance, as his eyes skimmed over the crease of her cleavage that was being pressed together between her arms and then over to the arched curve of her back that lead to her perfectly plump round ass he squeezed in his hands just last night. His dick twitched as he thought about it and he was so tempted to reach out and squeeze a handful of it now, but he let out an exhale and looked away, controlling himself. After everything they had done, being around Berkley in a skimpy bikini and not being able to touch her was like cruel and unusual punishment, like dangling a steak in front of a starving man.

Her perfect body was making it so hard to stick to just being her friend when all he could think about was all the things he wanted to do to her right now. He decided the easiest way to deal with it was to avoid looking at her body at all, only her face and to listen to what she was actually saying like he used to before his mind became so clouded by having sex with her.

That method ended up working out really well for the next three hours they spent on the boat. He didn't want to push her by staying out there as long as they normally would have. When they got back to the dock and tied up the boat, they walked up and down the boardwalk visiting some little shops for a while.

"Look! They have a huge arcade here!" Berkley said with wide eyes. Then she felt her pockets and said, "Oh shit!" She turned to him and pouted. "I didn't bring my money with me. Can you pay and I'll pay you back?"

"No," he said, shaking his head.

She opened her mouth in shock and smacked his arm.

"Please Deanie Weenie!"

"I was going to say I'll pay and you don't have to pay me back but now that you called me that fucking nickname I changed my mind," he laughed.

"Oh, c'mon. Please?" she begged, grabbing onto his arm and batting her eyelashes, sticking out her lip.

She was so damn cute, he couldn't say no.

He smiled and said, "Ok I guess. But you owe me."

"Oh yeah?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and giving him a flirty smile. "What do I owe you?" she asked seductively.

He had a moment of weakness and stepped closer, pulling her body against his and whispered, "How about a kiss?"

She smacked his chest and pushed him back, saying, "We're supposed to be just friends now Dean. Remember? Friends don't kiss."

Now he was the one sticking out his lip and pouting.

"Just one kiss?" he asked softly, running a finger over the line of her cleavage.

She smacked his hand away and laughed.

"Friends don't do that either Mr. Bradshaw."

He leaned down and licked her neck, softly blowing air on the wet spot and he felt her shiver as he whispered in her ear, "Friends also don't wake each other up with a blow job, last I checked."

He saw her cheeks blushing and he could tell he was having an effect on her. She seemed flustered.

She looked up into his eyes, and he could feel his heart starting to beat harder. "Sorry, I'll try to control myself a little better in the future," she whispered, against his lips.

Hearing that made his dick completely hard.

She turned and walked off towards the arcade and he said, "I'd prefer if you didn't."

She looked at him over her shoulder, and said, "I heard that," giving him a wink and a flirty smile.

'Damn' he thought. 'I'm really screwed here. When the hell did Berkley become such a fucking temptress?'