Page 73 of A Promise For Tomorrow

“Get a room!” Lexi teases, splashing us.

She and her future husband are in an extremely competitive match of pool beer pong. Con uses her moment of distraction to sink a ball into the front cup.

“Hey! That’s not fair,” Lexi pouts. “I was distracted.” She pulls the cup from the rack and sips its contents.

“It is fair. That white bikini you’re wearing has had me distracted the entire game,” he reasons.

I get situated, leaning back against my lounge chair.

“Would you like an umbrella?” Diego asks.

“No, thank you.” I wave him off. “I love the sun.”

He winks at me. “I can be your sun. Warming that sexy body of yours. Making those cheeks turn red as sweat beads on your skin. Fuck, I can even make your head spin. You’ll be dizzy from just being in my presence for too long.”

I turn to look at him, narrowing my eyes behind the designer shades he got me. “You aresococky.”

“You know it’s true,” he brags.

My legs close in an attempt to settle down the ache there. “Nope. Not at all.” I try for nonchalant.

He rolls his eyes at me, standing and stretching his arms high above his head. Rows of abs clench and his board shorts sink low, exposing the V I’d like to sink my teeth into. I bite my lower lip at the lust zipping recklessly through my body. He grabs the bottle of sunscreen, squeezes some into his hand, and starts to massage it into my shoulders, down my arms, and over my breasts. His fingers sink beneath the cups of my top, rolling each nipple. I gasp, allowing him to take full advantage.

Warm lips claim mine. Just as we are about to become lost in each other, he tosses the bottle into my lap.

“Madison and I call next,” he announces before diving into the deep end.

I shake my head, ridding myself of the haze. A waitress comes over at the same moment. I shield my eyes from the sun with my hand and look up at her.

“Can I grab you a drink, Mrs. De La Cruz?”

“You can just call me Madison.” I smile sweetly at her.

“In our home, you’ll be addressed as Mrs. De La Cruz,Mariposita,” Diego shouts from the pool.

Asshole. My smile widens. Being addressed as his wife always has a nice ring to it.

“Ignore him. I’d love a blood orange margarita.” Diego smirks at my wittiness.

“That is Mr. De La Cruz’s favorite as well. I’ll get right on that.” She walks away, heading towards the bar.

Liam passes her, spotting me first before shifting his gaze over to Diego.

“This seat taken?” he asks, pointing to the lounge chair to the left of me.

“Ummm… I think Lexi is sitting there,” I lie.

“Come on, Mad. Don’t be like that.” He places his hands on his hips. “I said I was sorry.”

I growl under my breath.Insufferable man.“Take a seat. I’m just about to play beer pong anyway.”

“Goddammit! I can’t believe you won again!” Conor groans.

“Madison and I willalwaysbe the champions. This isourgame,” Lexi taunts.

“Damn right!” I holler.

“Madison, we’re up,” Diego declares.

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