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When I didn’t think I could handle another stroke of his tongue, he circled my clit with his thumb. At the same time, he sped up his fingers’ delicious cycle of intrusions and desertions. He recaptured my clit with his lips, flickered his tongue over, under, and around it, until I could no longer contain the forces building in my body.

“Javi!” I cried out, fisting my hands and curving up toward the night sky.

“Let go, Angel,” he murmured, his lips and chin glossywith my juice. “Let it fly, now.”

My core contracted, compacting my accumulated need into something solid and explosive. My head dropped back and my body tensed, right before the need turned into unimaginable pleasure. It shot out of me. I lost control of my body. Then I was flying, kept flying, and soared over a new world where only Javier mattered.

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Javier

I knelt between Missy’s legs, drinking in the taste, sights, sounds, and scents of her orgasm. I enjoyed watching her come as surely as I savored her body. The flush igniting her chest moved over her pale skin in waves of pinks and reds that matched her pussy’s gorgeous hues.

She was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, the most passionate, honest, generous release I’d ever witnessed. I could make a habit of pleasuring this woman. I would carry the memory of her climax engraved in my mind forever.

When she was done, she curled into a little ball in the hammock. I picked her up, and cradling her in my arms, carried her to the bed. As I deposited her on the crisp sheets, her eyes were closed and her mouth curved up into the sweetest, most adorable smile. Kneeling by the bed, I caressed her hair and trailed my fingers over her face. She lingered in a state of bliss that swelled my chest with emotions I couldn’t catalogue, let alone explain.

My dick was stiff as a board, throbbing in my pants, violently swollen and demanding immediate gratification. I wanted nothing less than to bury myself in her pussy and splurge in the wonders of her body, to marvel in her passion as it danced with mine. But this was not about me. It was about her.

After tasting her tonight, I was ruined. From now on, there was nothing at the bar, no other flavor in the world thatwould satisfy my cravings. What I wouldn’t give to finish what we’d started. It was hard as hell, but somehow, I found the will to cover her with a blanket, plant a chaste kiss on her forehead, and walk away from her.

Iwalked away.Me. Playing the noble character.

It was shocking. Astonishing.

This woman made me want to be more than I was. She made me want to do the right thing. She made me better without even trying. Because of her, I wanted to be Goodman instead of Goofman. This didn’t change the fact that I couldn’t have her. I shoved my feet in my sneakers and grabbed my T-shirt and my headlamp.

“Javi?” Her voice stopped me in my tracks. “Where are you going?”

I glanced at her. She sat on the bed, her cheeks still blushed from of her orgasm, her lips moist and pink, her hair cascading down her shoulders and covering her perfect breasts.

“Out.” I fought to keep my voice even.

“But…” She hesitated before she inhaled a shaky breath. “Don’t you want to—?”

“I can’t, not with you,” I reminded her more sternly than I intended.

The sweet smile slipped from her face. She blinked several times, as if trying to contain tears. Her disappointment punched me in the gut, but it was the tiny circle of orange that ignited around her pupils that hit me the hardest.

“Go to sleep, Missy,” I mumbled. “Sweet dreams.”

I might be acting the noble part, but I was barely hanging on. My dick was not on my team. It was working against me. Staying around wasn’t an option. Not if I was gonna stick to my resolutions. I crossed the suite, opened the door, and didn’t look back as I closed it behind me.

“Watch after her,” I said to the guard on duty as I stalkedby him. “Text if you need me.”

“Sí, señor,” the guard returned.

I needed a shot of whiskey.

Or the full bottle.

Instead, with the intimate taste of Missy still fresh in my mouth and the whole of me craving more of her, I slid on my T-shirt and donned my headlamp across my forehead. I trotted down the hill and jogged across the resort. A jog wasn’t enough to bring me any sort of relief. I headed for a trailhead and broke out into a full gallop, longing for a ninety-pound ruck on my back. I ran until I got lost in the tropical night. The darkness was my only friend tonight.

Chapter Nineteen

Missy

Pierre, Gerard, and I lounged by the pool, enjoying the lazy, sunny day. The men were talking to me. I saw their mouths move, heard their words as if they came from some distant place, and even allowed for a quick smile whenever they laughed, but my mind was on Javier.

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