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I hold up the bottle as he reads the scent aloud, “Tropical Peach. Well, my sniffing abilities are top-notch.”

“I originally bought it because it’s basically an oxymoron. No peaches can grow in the tropics. They need a dry climate. There’s no such thing as a tropical peach. That’s why this is the only company that makes this scent. Whoever came up with the name lies somewhere between idiot and innovator, therefore it amuses me.”

“Whatever, brainiac. It’s fucking hot. I love it. I want to rub it all over your body. Hell, I want to rub it all over mine.”

Handing it to him, I say, “Knock your socks off, killer.”

He smiles as he lifts me onto the vanity and pulls open my towel, leaving me naked and exposed. He squirts a healthy amount onto his palm and rubs his hands together, spreading the lotion all over them. “I don’t want it to be too cold for you.”

I bite back my smile. “I’ll be okay.”

He bends and rubs my lotion over every square inch of one leg and then the other with extreme precision. Kneading it intomy skin. His thumbs and fingers press into my muscles, soothing them. It’s like a massage.

Taking his time, he leaves no inch of my legs untouched. It’s much more sensual than I would have expected.

He then does the same to my arms before landing on my body and breasts. This is shockingly nice and extremely erotic. I could let him do this to me all day long.

He’s savoring it as much as I am. We just had sex, yet I can see by the large tent in his towel that he’s hard again.

“A little lotion turns you on, kitten.”

“Youturn me on.” He brings his hand to his nose and inhales deeply. “And your smell. Fuck, now my cock is leaking.” I think I’m leaking too.

“I’ll need visual confirmation,” I challenge.

He immediately and happily rips off his towel. His cock is, in fact, leaking. Rivulets of water drip down his chest while his giant cock, oozing pre-ejaculate, is staring right at me. He’s so hot.

My eyes roam his body until they land between his legs. “It’s a good thing you don’t have to lotion your balls. You’d go through a bottle a day.”

He chuckles, though he doesn’t break stride as he continues to rub the lotion into my breasts, which are now more than adequately moisturized.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck before softly kissing his lips. “Thanks for today. It was just what I needed.”

His handsome face lights up. “I’m glad. I brought you here to see how these people live their best lives. Some have lost spouses, some have lost children, and I’m sure there are countless other losses and other life downturns they’ve dealt with in their seventy-plus years of life, yet they wake up every morning and do nothing but have the best time. There’s something inspiring about it, don’t you think?”

I nod as I consider his words. “There is.”

He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “You can’tchange the past, especially the things that were never in your control. You can control your future though. You can choose to move forward and appreciate life like they do.”

I swallow down the large knot forming in my throat. “I can try. I’m sorry we missed out on our full stay in Jamaica, but I’m kind of happy we ended up here.”

What I don’t say out loud is that I think I’d be happy anywhere as long as I’m with him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

KAMRYN

“Honey, I’m home,” I shout as I walk into our apartment.

Bailey sprints from the kitchen and jumps into my waiting arms, wrapping herself around me like a monkey. “I missed you, little sis.”

I squeeze her tight. “Daddy Tanner wasn’t fulfilling you?”

She places her feet back on the ground and gives me an uncharacteristically spicy smile. “He more than fills me.”

“How about some details?”

“Nope.” She pops the P. “Not happening.”

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