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“Yesterday, I agreed with you, Avril, but Victoria is obviously going to give him the answer.”

“Then let him get it there,” the billionaire said, stubborn as ever.

Liam sighed and made an intentional show of throwing her off his lap, then moving around the table to kiss everyonebuther. Avril snorted and reclaimed her seat, knowing he couldn’t resist for too long. And she was right. After a few more minutes, he rotated back to her side and kissed her.

“Are there anyotherpressing secrets being kept from me?” he eventually asked.

“Just that,” Tess assured him, dipping one of her babakaus in some jam. “Well, thatI’maware of. Avril is… well, Avril. Her vault of secrets is probably full of them.”

Anna echoed the sentiment with another nod.

“None for today,” Avril said, beckoning him over foranotherkiss. She was awfully greedy, this beautiful redhead he loved. “Can’t promise anything about tomorrow, though.”

After allowing her to have her way, he naturally visited the other two women seated around the table. This version of Duck, Duck, Goose, where he kissed luscious lips rather than tapped heads, was quickly becoming a favorite of his.

He hoped it wasn’t just the island and seclusion prompting this relaxation and openness to publicly display affection but that it would continue once they returned home. But before that could happen,hehad a few plans to enact. Starting, of course, by giving Victoria Moreno the best massage of her life.

Chapter Twenty

His Very Best

Victoria was awake when he returned to their bure. Awake and eating breakfast outside, much like he’d found Tess, Anna, and Avril. The only difference, however, was that Victoria hadn’t put her clothes back on after getting out of bed.

Liam’s cock immediately experienced a rush of blood as he learned this fact. Pausing at the steps leading up to the deck, he stared with wide eyes at the unfairly gorgeous woman. Setting down a mug of coffee, Victoria noticed him.

“Welcome back, Liam.”

“Good morning, Victoria.”

He climbed up to their shared deck, wiping off the flecks of sand on his feet as best he could. The busty professor took another sip of her coffee, watching him silently. Even after lastnight, a portion of him still wavered when her intense stare fell upon him. It worried that she might have revised her passing grade in her sleep, that she’d announce she was no longer interested in seeing what else he could offer her.

It was a ridiculous thought, and he quashed it as he approached her.

She became the fourth woman of the morning he kissed. As he stood over her, she glanced up. She must have seen his intentions, even before he bent down.

She tilted her head back and allowed him to kiss her. In doing so, the last vestiges of concern within him evaporated. He was ready for today. He was ready to titillate Victoria’s body in a way she hadn’t experienced in years, potentially. He was ready for her to fall for him. Not halfway, not three-quarters, but wholly, completely.She’dalso want more alone time with him once they were through here.

“Your lips taste slightly sugary,” Victoria noted.

“And yours tastes like coffee.” He ended the kiss, brimming with excitement. “I tried out some Fijian breakfast. The others ordered room service.”

Victoria nodded understandingly. “And have you sufficiently scared them away long enough for you to provide me a private massage?”

Brimming became overflowing. “Yes, I have. They were all very understanding.”

“Even Avril?”

“Even Avril. Minus the part where I asked about when your birthday is.”

A glimmer of amusement danced within the tundra that made up her eyes. “It’s become a secret, has it?”

“Not if you tell me the date right now,” Liam said, though he had a sneaking suspicion that he was about to be turned down.

Victoria sipped more of her coffee. “If you were to be given this information, what would it prompt you to do?”

“What the others are doing, I assume,” he said. “Find a way to celebrate it properly. Unless you’re one of those people whodon’tcelebrate their birthdays. Then I’ll treat you no differently than normal.”

“Normal,” Victoria repeated. “Currently, I think we’re in the process of figuring out what will be ‘normal’ between us.”

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