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Sadie: Everett. After shower. Naked. Hot. My eyes. Feast.

Sadie: *fire emoji* *melting emoji* *skull emoji*

Sadie: I know you’re probably still sleeping. Ugh, time zones.

Sadie: Message me when you wake up. I need to verbally process what my eyes just saw.

Chapter twenty-three

Everett

It’s so much fun teasing Sadie. The little competition we have going just keeps getting spicier and spicier. It’s a ticking time bomb until one of us breaks.

She showed me earlier what she’s working with when she pranced around the suite in those tiny scraps of material that she called a bikini. It was only fair that I return the favor by showing her what she could be playing with.

“Have I told you how exquisite you look tonight?”

Sadie’s beautiful in her sparkly skirt and black top. But when she turned around, her bare back on display, I nearly came in my pants. She must know what she’s doing to me. I can feel my control slipping with every minute I’m close to her.

“Not yet. But even if you had, I wouldn’t mind hearing it again,” she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

Glad to repeat my appreciation of her beauty, I say, “You’re utterly bewitching. I’ll be sure to remind you throughout the night. Ready to head down for dinner?”

“Yes. Please feed me. The fruit and snacks in my room are great, but I’d kill for a steak.” Sadie closes her eyes as she half growls the last words.

Not able to help myself, I smirk down at her as I say, “I like a woman who can appreciate good meat.”

“There are a lot of things I can appreciate,” Sadie purrs back, dragging one nail down the front of my shirt.

“Like?” My voice is husky, my dick twitching at what she’s insinuating.

“Getting in the elevator and actually sitting my ass down in a chair to finally get fed. Or do you prefer to just stand around and exchange innuendos until we both starve?” Sadie bats her eyelashes at me coyly.

I laugh. This woman is enchanting, and I can banter with her all day long.

“After you.” I sketch a mock bow. “Allow me to appreciate your peachy ass.”

Exaggerating the movement of her hips, she struts toward the door while I remain rooted to the spot as I take her in.

“Let’s go, zooms,” Sadie singsongs.

Wonderfully okay with doing her bidding, I race ahead to open the door to our suite and call the elevator.

It doesn’t take long until we’re enclosed in its cab, making our descent.

Taking advantage of a break in the sexual tension, I bring up what I’ve been contemplating while not preoccupied with thoughts of Sadie. “I was thinking that maybe tonight we could experiment with the distance limit. On the island I guessed it to be around a hundred yards, but I would like to confirm that theory here. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort, so if you’re not okay with it then we can just stick close to each other instead.”

“I think it’s a great idea. I’m sure you have a ton of work to do, people to meet, a hotel to run. I don’t expect to be glued to your side while I’m here. You’d get so annoyed with me so quickly.” She chuckles.

I drawl, “I can guarantee you that I wouldn’t mind you glued to me.” I give her a wink before I sober my tone and add, “But I want you to have your own space and make the most of your stay.”

Sadie’s brows scrunch up. “Thanks. I appreciate that.” She gives her head a little shake as if to clear it. “Okay, how do you want to do this?”

“After we’re done downstairs, I want you to take the elevator back up. If I feel the smallest tug, then I’ll run up the stairs to reduce its effect on you,” I explain, having given it some thought. It seems the most logical solution to move up in the elevator instead of down the street.

“Or we could stay on the phone with each other, and if I feel something, I can hit the stop button?”

I nod at her logic. “Or that. Beauty and brains.”

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