Page 121 of Unleashed

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile. “Of course. I was.”

His eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Tell me about it.”

“We were... joining the mile-high club,” I said, my voice tight, hoping he wouldn’t press for details.

His grin turned wicked. “Oh? Well, if you’d like, we still have time to make that dream a reality.”

I laughed nervously, brushing a hand through my hair to shake off the lingering tension. “Those bathrooms are so small. How people have sex in them is beyond me.”

“Plenty manage,” he said with a wink, leaning in closer. “Might be fun.”

“Or it could be highly embarrassing,” I countered, my smile forced, knowing how close I’d come to letting my dream slip into real life.

He chuckled, his fingers tracing the edge of my knee. “We can discuss it and maybe give it a try on the way home.”

“We’ll see,” I said, my voice light but my stomach twisting with guilt. “No promises.”

Slade leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, the taste of red wine lingering on his tongue. His warmth should’ve comforted me, but instead, it only deepened the ache inside.

“Did you drink while I was asleep?” I asked, forcing myself to focus on something else.

“Just a glass of red wine,” he said, settling back into his seat.

I smirked, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. “Should I get on your ass about it?”

He grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’d rather get on your sexy ass. I’m turned on by your dream.”

“Down, boy.” I teased, but the unease gnawed at me. “I won’t promise to join the mile-high club, but I will promise to make waiting worth your while.”

He raised his eyebrows, clearly intrigued. “I like the sound of that.”

As he picked up the travel magazine from his lap, flipping through the pages, my heart sank. If he knew I had been dreaming about Michael Elliott, he would lose it. I swallowed hard, trying to shake the lingering heat from my dream. I would have to do better at pushing Michael out of my mind.

If that’s even possible.

CHAPTER 26

The resort we chose in Maui was pure paradise—an all-inclusive haven where every sunset promised romance. On our first night, we’d indulged in expensive champagne on the lanai, laughter mingling with the sound of waves crashing against the shore. Now, as night fell again, Slade pulled me along the beach, his excitement palpable.

Without warning, he dragged me into the warm, shimmering water, my short summer dress quickly soaked through.

“I’m wet!” I protested, laughter bubbling up despite my feigned annoyance.

“This is not the kind of wet I want,” he replied, his grin wicked as he flashed a playful look.

“Pig,” I teased, my cheeks warming. “We just had sex two hours ago.”

“Morgan, I can’t get enough of you. I still can’t believe you’re mine.” His eyes sparkled in the moonlight, genuine awe softening his features.

I rolled my eyes, splashing him lightly. “I’ve been yours for a while now. You act like we met, got married, and are on our honeymoon all in the span of a few days.”

“It sounds silly,” he admitted, “but I need to pinch myself. I thought this would never happen.”

“Did you think I would back out?” I asked, my brow furrowing.

His voice faltered slightly. “No... maybe.”

“Why would you think that? I love you.” I searched his face, the moon casting silver shadows that highlighted the uncertainty in his eyes.

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