Page 120 of Filthy Rich Vampires: For Eternity

“I fear I’ve been a bad influence on you.” He propped my chin on his finger. “It’s up to you: a surprise, or stay here and finish what we started?”

I thought about it for a second, a grin creeping onto my face. “What are the chances we can keep working on that record during these plans of yours?”

“I would say extremely high.”

Well, that settled it.

I pulled free from his arms and headed into the bedroom. “What should I wear?”

“You don’t have to change.” He followed behind me.

I shot a look over my shoulder. “I’m naked.”

“Exactly,” he purred, prowling my direction. I didn’t try to stop him as he pounced.

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By the time we managed to get dressed, it was already noon. I checked my wrap dress in the mirror before fussing with the tie of the bikini I wore underneath.

“You really don’t need that,” he said, taking my hand and dragging me out of the bedroom.

“You said we’d be near the water,” I pointed out to him. “What if I want to swim?”

“It’s a private island. You don’t need a swimsuit for that.”

“Taking it off will give you something to do,” I said dryly.

“How thoughtful of you.” He paused in the foyer to grab my sunhat and plopped it onto my head.

“Do I need anything else?” I asked.

“I took care of everything,” he said mysteriously. But as we walked out the door, he headed toward the golf cart rather than the beach.

“Where are we going?” I asked as he helped me inside—a bit over-protectively. How was I going to survive nine months of vampire hovering?

“I guess we’ll find out.” He kissed the tip of my nose, leaving me to wonder if he was answering my question or my thought.

The winds were stronger today and I held onto the floppy-brimmed hat to keep it from flying off my head and being swept away by the Atlantic. I raised my face up to the sunny sky overhead as my stomach growled.

The golf cart slowed. “Food is waiting,” Julian promised, eying me with concern. His nostrils flared slightly, and I knew he was checking my scent for signs that he needed to intervene immediately.

“Human food or vampire food?” I asked lightly. It had not escaped my attention that Julian had not stolen so much as a drop of my blood since that fateful night on the beach.

“Whichever you prefer.”

He, however, didn’t seem to mind that I kept nipping him every time we made love, which only made me feel worse. “You’re going to have to feed eventually.”

“A worry for another day.”

Our worries were beginning to stack up. Julian steered the golf cart to the edge of the dock where his yacht was moored.

“The boat?” I said, surprised.

“I thought we might visit a few of the smaller islands. There’s a white sand beach on one of them,” he explained as we started toward it.

I caught sight of one of the crew members. “I’m glad I wore something.”

But Julian only laughed. “I’m not. They’re all in thrall. No one will bother us.” He leaned closer. “I intend to break yesterday’s record.”

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