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Luca chimes in, “Trust me, he has his fair share of fun.”

Yeah, he does.But we don’t need to get into that tonight.

“What about you, Luca?” Capri asks.

Luca raises his brows in a humorous gesture. “I have the fun job…booking.”

The table breaks into laughter. Luca has the least fun job of us all, but he’s damn good at it. He’s organized and keeps everything the way I like it—structured.

“Hey, don’t underestimate the power of being book smart,” Capri tells him, and I steal a glance at her beside me.

Somehow, even after sailing and swimming all day, she still looks more beautiful than ever. Her natural curls fan through her slightly wet hair, tossed into a messy bun at the top of her head. Her suntan lines above the scoop of her sundress draw me in, and the way her seafoam blue eyes shimmer under the soft light of the cabin is mesmerizing.

She’s naturally beautiful.

My hand finds Capri’s thigh under the table, and her reaction pleasures me more than I care to admit. I can smell the lavender of her body lotion from here; it does nothing but heighten my need to be inside her.

We’ve been patient all day.

At this point, the clock is ticking before Capri flies back to the States, and I need to make proper use of her very limited time here.

Letting the conversation progress, I let my hand drift underneath her dress, teasing and caressing the inside of her thigh.

“Capri knows all about order and structure. Right, sis?” Collie says to her sister.

Capri freezes. I can tell it’s from my touch and not necessarily Collie’s comment. This should be fun.

“I…uh. I’m a teacher,” Capri murmurs.

My hand drifts higher, and I coast with a smile on my face, giving nothing away.

Come on, sweetheart. Let yourself feel, but don’t show it.

It’s our game, after all.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Romeo exclaims, louder than necessary.

I kick him under the table.Oomph.“What the hell was that for?” Romeo cries out and I ignore him.

“What do you teach?” Luca asks.

“Kindergarten,” Capri answers. Not gonna lie, I can see it now. After spending the day around this mysterious woman, who I’m slowly learning small pieces about, I can see the patience and quirkiness inside of her that teachers typically embody.

“You like it?” I ask her, using this as my chance to slide my hand higher and run my touch up the center of her pussy.

Fuck. Her heat warms me and my dick twitches in my pants.

I realize my question could have two meanings at this point.

Capri swallows and pride fills me. She’s just as affected by me as I am her. “Most days,” she says breathlessly. I grin and she continues, “It’s exhausting but also the most rewarding job I’ve ever had.”

“Mmm,” I agree.

“Capri underestimates herself. She’s gotten ‘Teacher of the Year’ three years in a row. The kids love her.”

“I didn’t even know that was possible,” Romeo adds.

Impressive. It’s one thing todoa job and another todo it well.

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