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“Impressive,” I say. “They must be thrilled to have a daughter following in their footsteps.”

Blake gives a hollow laugh. “Thrilled might be stretching it. They’ve always valued achievement above all else. I’m expected to be the best, to carry on the family legacy.”

“And your brother?” I ask. “Does he feel that pressure too?”

“He’s the golden child,” Blake says bitterly. “He went to Harvard Medical School just like my dad and he’s already a hot shot cardiothoracic surgeon himself. My parents adore him.”

I reach across the table, taking her hand. “I’m sorry, that must be difficult.”

She nods. “They’ve never thought I was good enough, despite everything I’ve accomplished. And they love to remind me that I wouldn’t have gotten this far without their connections.”

“That’s unfair,” I say. “You’ve worked hard and earned your achievements.”

“Try telling them that,” Blake says with a sad smile.

“Well, you’ve got a bright future ahead of you,” I tell her. “You’re about to graduate medical school.”

“And my father has secured me a position as a psychiatrist at Emory University Hospital,” she confirms. “Just like he planned for me years ago. I don’t know if it’s what I really want though.” She laughs. “Although none of that matters now, does it? I’m your captive.”

“What do you want to do?” I ask intently.

Blake looks into my eyes. “I’m still figuring that out.”

I give her hand a gentle squeeze. “I don’t want to stand in the way of your studies.” The idea of letting her go terrifies me. I’m still not sold on the idea. “Maybe you can transfer to a university here in Mexico.”

“Maybe,” she breathes. “Or you can let me go like we spoke about and I’ll return to Brown.”

My heart aches at the idea. During our time together, I’ve fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with this remarkable woman.

I know what I need to do, as much as it pains me. If I have any hope of winning Blake’s heart, I need to set her free. The problem is, I don’t know how to let go.

“It’s a lovely evening. How about a dip in the hot tub on the lower deck?” I suggest, changing the subject.

“Sure, why not?” she says.

I lead the way down the stairs to the spacious hot tub area. Soft jazz music plays over the speakers, setting the scene. I turn on the jets in the tub, and Blake walks to the edge and slowly slips off her sundress, revealing a sexy black bikini beneath. It was torture not fucking her last night, but I sensed she needed me to back off a touch.

I swallow hard, peeling off my shirt and shorts, getting in naked. Blake’s eyes are drawn to my semi-hard cock, making it leak as I sink beneath the water. I sit on one side, Blake on the other. The tension between us palpable.

“This is nice,” Blake says.

“It’s relaxing,” I agree.

I need her close more than anything.

“Come sit on my lap,” I demand.

Blake gives me a hesitant look, her blue eyes searching my face. Slowly, she rises from her spot across from me and steps through the swirling water. I hold my breath, pulse quickening in anticipation.

Blake straddles me, placing her hands on my chest. “Like this, sir?”

Fuck. The way she looks at me, so innocent and yet so seductive, sends a jolt of desire straight to my groin. I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to grip her hips.

“Perfect,” I growl, my eyes locked on hers. And then I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her lips to mine. My tongue thrusts in and out as if trying to fuck her with it and she moans, clawing at me.

And then she reaches down to stroke my cock, moaning as she slides her hand up and down my shaft. “Do you want it?” I ask.

“Yes, sir,” she murmurs, grinding against me, her hips moving in rhythm. The feel of her hot, wet cunt through her biking bottoms pressing against my cock drives me mad with lust.

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