Page 107 of Until I Own You

I eye him. Well, his knees. I’m too scared to look in his eyes in case that’s not welcomed. “Fine. Sure. I’ll go grab us something. What do you want, Abs?”

“Mm…need a beach drink. Like a pina colada, extra pina,” she says, grinning.

My mouth salivates for the first time in a while for something other than Seth’s cock. “Oh damn, that sounds good. Okay, be back in ten.”

I head back up the boardwalk, towel around my waist, squeezing my ponytail out as I go.

A pina colada is just what I need to take the edge off my nerves. If I remain semi-drunk the entire trip, maybe I will be so concentrated on not making a fool out of myself that Seth will fade into the background.

Once inside, I head into the gorgeous kitchen.

Marble countertops, light blue cabinets, and a fridge stocked fully with everything one would need for a Key West getaway including precut pineapple, rum, coconut milk, and Coco Real.

Perfect.

I get to work on throwing everything in the blender. Extra pina, an extra squeeze of Coco Real for my sweet tooth.

Before I press blend, I realize I’ve forgotten the limes. What kind of pina colada doesn’t have lime juice? I go back to the fridge and bend down to reach the fruit drawer, sorting through for the fresh limes.

Until two hands wrap around my hips and pull my ass up against a hardened ridge. A dick.

Seth’s dick. I know it well by now.

I gasp and straighten up. “What are you doing?” I whisper.

One of his hands slides up from my hip, gliding across my bare stomach, all over my breasts, up my neck, to my jaw.

He jerks my face to his and kisses me.

“Seth!” I try to cry into his mouth, though it comes out muffled and unrecognizable.

He jerks my face away.

I get a good look at his eyes and, oh god, he’s mad.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?!” I squeak.

Seth’s jaw tightens.

Without warning, he pushes me away from the fridge, up against the corner, pinning his hips with mine. “You know playing dumb doesn’t get you anywhere with me.”

My heart is racing, blood pounding, and…I’m getting wet. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Seth, we agreed–”

“Fuck the agreement.” He presses harder against me, so hard the counter digs into my back. “First, you wear this poor excuse for a bathing suit…” He grabs the back of my top and yanks at the string bow I tied around my neck.

The cups tumble down, exposing my breasts.

I suck in a breath, glancing at the doorway to the kitchen. “Seth, we can’t. Not here.”

“Then–” he ignores me.

And I love it.

He needs me so bad he doesn’t care, doesn’t care that we might be caught. He’s willing to let it all fall apart for me. “You let Jack touch you like that when you know you’re mine.”

“I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t–”

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