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“My view’s pretty good, too.”

We close the space between us as if we stand no chance against the magnetic pull. Jacob wraps me in his strong arms, kissing me with a voracious hunger that puts a dent in making up for the lost time.

When we finally come up for air, panting and ridiculously aroused, he leads me under the lights.

“Where is everyone?” I ask, seeing we’re alone, a surge of excitement coursing through me.

“Vicki hatched a plan which involved everyone leaving and giving you and I some space.”

The cheeky little…

I must remember to thank her later.

“Are you telling me she changed the itinerary?”

“That she did.”

Vicki is certainly committed to the cause.

I take a moment to admire the beauty of our surroundings. Music plays softly in the background, flickering candles litter the perimeter of an intimate dance floor. But what really gets me smiling are the outdoor lounges pushed together and laden with thick, colorful blankets and silk cushions.

My heart somersaults, biting my bottom lip in anticipation. Jacob takes my hand, leading me into a slow twirl before drawing me into his arms. With my hands resting on his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent, we sway to the music, Adele’s ‘He Won’t Go’ transporting us back to our first time together in a setting almost identical to this. The moment teenagers, Jacob Lynch and Rosie Reign, shut out the rest of the world before it came back with vengeance.

We dance in silence, holding each other tight, absorbed in each other’s presence. Placing a finger under my chin, Jacob lifts my face to meet his. “This time will be different, Rosie.”

His words strike a pain in my heart.

“I won’t be going anywhere, I promise.”

Lowering his lips to mine, he tastes my salty tears, kissing away any leftover fears and anxieties. I pull away, leading him with me as the backs of my legs hit the makeshift bed.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “We can wait.”

“I’ve waited ten years, Jacob.” I smile coyly. “That’s an awfully long time.”

He grins mischievously. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

I pretend to consider what I’ve already fantasized about an alarming amount of times. “I know of a few ways.”

I fall onto the bed taking Jacob with me, our greedy mouths searching each other out. We kiss hard and dirty while attacking the other’s clothing. Hooking his hands under my ass, Jacob throws me further onto the bed before removing his half-undone shirt. I watch in awe as he kneels before me, he’s all ripped abs and biceps for days. And then there’s that V-line. That glorious V-line that points to something even more glorious, his straining cock begging for release.

Sweet Jesus…

I don’t notice what he’s doing because I’m too fixated on tanned, smooth skin caressing neatly packaged muscles. But when he hooks his arms under my knees and drags me forward, my dress bunching around my waist and dips his head between my thighs, I’m suddenly brought back to reality.

“Whoa,” I cry, slightly alarmed.

He looks up but doesn’t change position. “What’s wrong?”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I… ah…” I bite my lip unable to hold his inquisitive gaze. “I just… what are you… doing?”

Jacob frowns, clears his throat and attempts to hide his smile. “Rosie Rachel Reign…” he starts. “Tell me the truth.”

“Okay…”

“As much as I don’t particularly want to know about…others, have you never had a mouth ravage you down there?”

Just swallow me whole, world.It doesn’t get any worse than this.

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