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I don’t fucking trust myself alone with her, so I come up with a better plan. “Why don’t we go down to the main pool and soak in the large saltwater hot tub for a while?”

“Sounds like heaven.”

An hour later, I’m wondering why the fuck I thought taking my little mermaid to a public fucking hot tub was a good idea. I must’ve been temporarily insane to even suggest such a thing. Between the desire to pull the tight purple swimsuit off her luscious body and the urge to hide her body from every other goddamn man in the vicinity, relaxing is the last thing on my mind. I’m wound up tighter than a motherfucking spring.

After the unrelaxing soak in the hot tub, we spend the rest of the day exploring the resort.

“Do you feel like going on an island tour tomorrow?” I ask her as we walk down the lighted path back to her bungalow.

“I’d love that.” She gives my hand a squeeze. “But first, you have to return your brother’s calls and make sure everything is okay with him.” My soft-hearted little mermaid is worried that I’m not spending time with my dipshit brother on this vacation.

“I’ll text him and check in, but I bet he already found something to occupy his time.” The little shit better not throw a wrench in my plans to spend the rest of the vacation wooing my girl or I’ll kill him and hide the body.

I book us a private tour around the island the next day. It’s a little overcast, but luckily, the rain holds off.

As we drive through the small city, my girl points out several stores and shops she wants to visit, and I make a mental note to take her back later. Soon, we leave the city behind and enter the lush jungle that dominates the landscape. The dense greenery swallows the road, and vines hang low, nearly brushing the roof of our car. I glance over at Amelia, her eyes wide with wonder, and a smile stretches across my face.

When the car hits a bump in the road, she winces and squirms in her seat. Leaning over, I whisper in her ear, “Are you okay today?”

An adorable pink blush moves over her face as she lays her head on my shoulder. “I’m still a little sore.”

“Are you up to the bumpy ride?” It’s not too late to turn back if my girl is in pain.

“Heck yes.” She practically vibrates with excitement. “I’ve heard this tour is fabulous, and I can’t wait to see everything.”

We're winding through the twists and turns of the jungle road when we come to an unexpected stop. I lean forward, peering through the windshield, and there they are—a troop of monkeys, nonchalantly taking their time to walk across the road. Their unhurried pace makes me chuckle. "Only in Barbados," I say, grinning at Amelia, who snaps a few pictures with her phone.

“They are all over the place here.” The driver laughs.

Once the monkeys disappear into the underbrush, we continue our journey to our first stop, the Bathsheba Rock. The massive rock formation juts out from the sea, waves crashing against it with relentless force. We step out of the car, and I take her soft hand in mine. The salt-laden breeze whips through our hair. “How beautiful,” Amelia gushes.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” As I kiss her soft lips, I mentally calculate how soon we’ll be back at the hotel and all alone.

We spend a few moments admiring the rock before returning to the car to continue our tour.

I enjoy spending the day with my little mermaid, but being so close to her without being able to touch her the way I’m dying to is torturous. By the time the driver pulls up in front of the resort, my cock is ready to tear a hole through the front of my shorts.

Before he comes to a full stop, I throw the door open and reach for Amelia’s hand to help her out.

“Thank you, George.” She smiles at the older man. “Your tour was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Amelia. I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay in Barbados,” he tells her before pulling away.

“Did you have fun, little mermaid?” I ask as I lead her across the open lobby toward the path that leads to the bungalows.

“It was great.” She snuggles against my side. “Thank you so much for arranging it. I’ve been dying to tour the island since I started researching my trip here.”

“You’re welcome, little mermaid.” I kiss her soft lips as we stop at her bungalow. After unlocking the door, I lead her inside and kick the door closed with my foot. “I’ve been dying to do this all fucking day long.” I pull her into my arms and cover her soft lips with mine.

A groan bubbles up her throat as she melts against my body, causing my cock to go on full alert.

CHAPTER 6

AMELIA

“You have to stop kissing me,” Sinclair growls against my lips, pressing me up against the door. His erection presses against my stomach, making it pretty obvious that he definitely doesn’t want me to stop kissing him.

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?” I bite his lip, dragging my hands down his abdomen toward his cock. “Because it seems to me that the last thing you want is for me to stop kissing you.”

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