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The climb up takes some serious effort, but when I’m halfway up I stop to watch Amadeo’s jump. He pulls his knees up, tucking himself into a ball for the first part of the drop, but at the last second, he straightens and hits the water straight-legged, slicing through the water.
I queue up again, and when it’s my turn, I see he’s got his camera up, filming my drop. I didn’t even think of my socials. I was too busy having fun.
He meets me at the edge of the water. Pulling a towel out of his backpack, he wraps it, and his arms around my shoulders.
“I want to go again!” I say, still high from the rush. He chuckles and I feel the rumbles from his chest on my back. I also feel something else.
“Slow down, daredevil. We’ve still got a long hike back.”
I turn in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck and kiss him, not giving a shit that people are watching. It’s not a peck, either.
“Daddy, you outdid yourself with this one,” I say as I pull back to look into his gorgeous eyes. And then, with a flirty smile, a shift of my hips, and an eyebrow waggle, I ask, “What’s next?”
“It’ll be a proper meal for you, little girl.” His stern look melts and his gaze becomes heated. “And dessert for Daddy.”
Chapter Ten
Amadeo
Bending, I grab Zoë around the thighs and lift her over my shoulder.
“We’re not hiking back now. Not when I want you so badly.”
She laughs as I head toward the jungle. “Are you going to ravage me here?”
“No, as much as I’d like to have you here and now, the bugs are ridiculous and I refuse to end up with a mosquito bite on my dick.”
“Then where are you taking me?”
“We’re taking the helicopter.”
“What?”
I stop, setting her down on her feet so I can pull out my phone. “Don’t all billionaires have helicopters?” I smirk. “Confession. As soon as I found out Christian had one, I had to buy one too.”
She swats me. “You did not.” She looks around. “Is there even cell service out here?”
“Of course. It’s my property, so I made sure.”
Her eyes widen. “You own a waterfall?”
I kiss the shock off her lips. “Can anyone really own a waterfall?”
It’s only a five-minute walk to the clearing where a helicopter sits on a huge concrete pad. There’s a large hanger behind it where the chopper must normally be stored.
“Can you fly it?”
“Can Christian?”
She rolls her eyes and I give her ass a squeeze.
“Twitchy palms, Zoë.”
“You have a psychiatrist on speed dial? I think you might have an obsession.”
“I think I might too, but not with the books.” My intense stare makes her shiver.“It’s mostly for emergencies. The island doesn’t have much in the way of emergency services and it seemed smart to invest in the chopper just in case, especially with so many options for daredevils around here.”
“And don’t forget all the rich old men who’ve indulged in fine scotch, cigars and caviars and have bad tickers.” She taps her chest over her heart, cocking a brow.
