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Alex snorted. “Maybe that should be our bucket list—break a bed in every city we go to.”

“Ooh, I can get onboard with that.”

“Of course you can.” He leaned in closer and brushed his lips across mine. “Guess we don’t need to bring condoms, but we better pack a big bottle of lube.”

I bit my lip, shivering as my mind filled with pornographic thoughts of our trip to Ibiza. “Guess we better.”

He grinned and kissed me again, and hell, maybe this old body could handle another round tonight after all. Maybe not fucking, since neither of us needed to be sore, but we could definitely get each other off.

So we let those pornographic thoughts carry us into another round of trying to breakthishotel’s bed.

Oh, hell yeah. I couldn’t wait for Ibiza.

CHAPTER38

ALEX

Iarrived on Ibiza first. Connor would be flying in later this afternoon. He’d originally been expected to land shortly after I did, but his flight to Madrid was delayed. He’d texted to let me know they’d finally taken off, though, so he was on his way. Then he’d have to get on a later flight to Ibiza, and he wasn’t entirely sure when that would take off.

In the meantime, I had a few hours to find our rental, check in, grab a shower, and eat some lunch.

We’d found a villa near the town of Puig Manyá, which was about twenty minutes from the airport on the southeastern side of the island. On a rock this tiny, we weren’t far from anything, and if we decided to go partying, we only had to go about ten minutes to Ibiza Town or fifteen minutes to Playa d’en Bossa. Assuming we put on clothes long enough to venture out.

And once I arrived at the villa, the odds of us venturing out to party plummeted considerably. Not just because I wanted to spend as much time as possible with Connor, but because this place was incredible.

It was a two-story stucco house with a gorgeous kitchen, a huge living room with a giant flatscreen, and a bed that could comfortably accommodate an orgy. The second-floor terrace wrapped around three sides of the house, offering a beautiful view of the coast and the sparkling Mediterranean. There was also a small pool on the terrace, which looked like an amazing place to sit with some wine and gaze out at the sea.

As fun as it was to party on this island, that lost a lot of appeal when the alternative was holing up in this amazing villa with the man I’d flown here to see.

Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

I pushed that irritating voice aside. Ever since Captain Tucker had caught our scent, I’d been on edge. Not that we’d get caught, but that Connor would finally get tired of all the cloak and dagger.

Now we were kicking off our four-day trip with his flights getting delayed. He’d soundedthrilledabout that, and I didn’t imagine it would put him in the mood for much besides a beer, a meal, and some sleep.

And it would probably remind him of what a pain in the ass it was to get someplace where he wouldn’t get caught with me.

As I leaned against the terrace’s stucco railing and gazed out at the Med, I couldn’t ignore the knot of dread in my stomach. Sooner or later, he was going to get tired of this. Some airport headache was bound to speed up that process, too; I hated flying even when things went smoothly, and I didn’t imagine he was enjoying this shitshow. Especially because he had to get on a different flight, which meant he had to navigate customer service in an airport where most people didn’t speak English. His Spanish was getting better, but trying to handle a stressful flight situation in a language you barely knew wasnotfun.

And his only reward is spending a few days with me.

I chewed my lip and thumbed the stucco. Well, I’d known from the beginning this would only last so long. Not much I could do except enjoy the time I had with him and try like hell not to think about the rapidly approaching end.

* * *

Just landed. Be there soon.

Awesome! See you when you get here!

I stared at the messages as my heart pounded. What kind of mood would he be in? I had visions of slamming doors and snapping remarks, but I reminded myself that was Tobias, not Connor. He could get irritated just like anyone, but he wasn’t likethat. He’d never taken out his anger on me, and I had no reason to believe he’d start now.

No reason except too much experience with someone else who I’d thought would never do that.

I closed my eyes and wiped a hand over my face. I needed to get a damn grip. Even if Connor was in a bitchy mood when he got here—seriously, who wouldn’t be after the day he had?—it would blow over. We could chalk up today as a loss, take it easy, and start our actual vacation tomorrow.

I picked up my phone again.

Do you want me to order you some food? I picked up a few things earlier too if you’re hungry.

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