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The sun is still shining, but it’s on the side of the building, so we won’t have to worry about being blinded while enjoying all the amenities of this suite.

Xavier joins me on the balcony. “Nice, huh?”

“Can we get in now?”

“Sure. You can get changed and I’ll get it going.”

He heads to the hot tub, and I practically sprint to the bathroom.

It doesn’t take me long to change out of my clothes and into my skimpy, barely there bikini. I leave my clothes, folded, in a pile on the long granite countertop in the bathroom.

I hope I made the right choice.

Passing Xavier in the hallway, I feel his eyes burn into mine. Deep, dark, lustful.

“I’ll meet you out there. It should be nice and hot.”

“Thanks.” I say before making a beeline to relaxation.

Dipping into the bubbling water and stretching out in one of the jetted lounges, I let out a long moan as the hot water envelopes me.

Today has been as close to perfect as I could ever wish for, despite the fact that we are on the run, hiding from the killers.

Who also wants me dead.

I close my eyes and lean my head back as I try to think about anything other than the reason for being in Florida.

I don’t register the balcony door opening or even Xavier joining me in the hot tub. I let the hot water and the strong jets release the tension from my muscles and lull me into a dreamlike state.

When I open my eyes to see what’s taking him so long, my gaze locks with Xavier’s starving one. “Oh my God.”

I let out a yelp, and my nipples harden under the scrutiny of his intense gaze.

He’s sitting across from me, staring at me like he’s ready to consume every part of me.

I want him that much is clear, but I don’t want to make the first move and be shot down again.

He’s not going to make the first move. He already thinks I’m too young for him.

“The hell with it.” I mumble to myself as I sit up.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath before springing across the hot tub to him. He reaches out, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls me into his lap.

The moment our lips touch, I’m engulfed in flames of desire.

Heat warms my lower belly, settling between my thighs.

Xavier slips his tongue between my lips, tasting me, devouring me, making me his.

I moan into his mouth as I straddle his hips. His erection tents the front of his swim trunks, but I need it closer.

I need him to stretch me wide and make me feel whole. Complete. I need him to be my undoing.

“Please.” I beg when he breaks our kiss and presses his head into the crook of my neck.

“Please what?” His tone is husky, giving away how much he wants this. How much he needs this.

“Please fuck me. Please make me come. Please make me forget the horrible things I’ve seen. Please.”

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