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Ivy reaches down and scoops up a handful of water and tosses it in my direction. “Getting the man walking on the beach in a suit wet.”

Given that most of the water slips between her fingers she barely gets any of it on me. I don’t care anyway. Itisridiculous that I’m in suit pants and a dress shirt. But after we left Raw she said she wanted to walk on the beach and I didn’t want to take the time to change. I don’t want to waste a single second I have with her. So I left my jacket and tie on the deck at Harrison’s. I ditched my shoes and socks at the bottom of the stairs.

“This isn’t a full suit,” I protest, grinning back at her. “And you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

She sees the gleam in my eyes and backs up, shaking her head and laughing. “Ford. Don’t. That’s not a good idea.”

But I’m already scooping her up in my arms and running into the surf. She’s shrieking but I persist, and once I’m in water up to my waist, I drop down so we’re submerged to our chests.

My pants and shirt are clinging to me, but I don’t care. It’s worth it to see the delight on her face. Her own top is plastered against her chest, giving me an incredible view. I settle her on my waist and she wraps her legs around me. We bob, her pussy bumping up against my sudden erection.

“Now what?” she asks.

I kiss her, dragging my tongue across her bottom lip. “Whatever we want, Ivy.”

She grips the lapels of my dress shirt. “I love that. Whatever we want. Take me back to the house and fuck me, Ford. Just you.”

My cock swells. “Gladly.”

CHAPTER 24

Harrison

Pausingin the doorway to my bathroom, I lean on the frame and just watch Liam for a minute before he realizes I’m here.

He’s naked, in the shower, eyes closed, running his hands through his damp hair.

God, he’s gorgeous.

I’m so in love with him.

Have been for a while now.

But damn, that’s scary as hell.

Yet I knew when he and Ivy showed up in Honeysuckle Harbor, I couldn’t fuck up this second chance to be with him. I’m going to do everything in my power to make him happy and to make him see that we can be together. Forever.

The four of us having sex was incredible. I know Liam loves Ivy and I understand why. She’s smart and sexy and the total package. I don’t know a lot of women who could weather being stood up on her wedding day with such class—aside from her highly entertaining reception speech—whether Brad was the love of her life or not.

I’m very attracted to Ivy as well, which is a bit of a surprise to me, but all of this feels so damn right.

Now Ivy and Ford are taking a stroll on the beach because Ford is a romantic motherfucker and Liam is in the shower.

There is no way I’m letting an opportunity like this pass me by.

Stripping my T-shirt off over my head, I quickly drop my shorts to the floor and step into the bathroom. It’s a modest size, given this is one of my guest rooms. Liam is keeping his clothes in here because my closet is packed full. I’m surprised he hasn’t spotted me yet. Hell, maybe he has, and that’s why he’s taking so much time soaping up his chest.

The room is steamy though, given its size, and when I pull the glass door open, Liam actually jumps.

“For fuck’s sake,” he says. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you were a serial killer.”

He doesn’t sound even remotely scared. His eyes are drifting down over my body, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk when he spots my hard dick.

“You should lock the door if you don’t want visitors.” I step into the shower.

“Who says I don’t want visitors?” Liam turns and lets the spray hit his chest.

His tight ass is covered in water droplets and I run my hands over him, squeezing, before shifting in behind him. I like being taller than him. It feels right to wrap my arms around him and tug him back against the hard plane of my body. The spray hits us both.

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