Page 88 of Pleasure Island

Liam ground his hips against my ass, and a shudder rocked through us both.

“We’re going to kill each other,” I said in a low voice, struggling to level out my breathing.

“There are worse ways to go.” He pressed a kiss to my spine. I felt it through the flowered fabric of the sundress I’d worn that day.

“Hmmm.”

After a few more seconds, he pulled away, and I tried to summon some strength in my jellified legs.

It took far too long for me to stand up, and by the time I had, he’d already adjusted his clothes and was checking the time.

“I need to swing by the bathroom,” he said, voice low.

There was one right outside the conference room. I nodded at him and gave him a wobbly smile. “I’ll meet you in the room in a few minutes.”

He slid outside, and I sank back against the table, all but wilting on its surface.

I just needed a couple more minutes.

Really.

* * *

Millie eyedme narrowly as I slid into the room at the last minute.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Liam, and I was glad to see he’d made better time than I had.

Beaming at the room in general, I walked straight over to the pitcher of water that had been provided and poured me a glass.

Despite the parched state of my throat, I didn’t guzzle the entire thing. After two sips, I carried the glass over to the seat next to Millie and sat down. “I hope I’m not holding things up.”

“No.” Michelle smiled at me. “We haven’t gotten started yet.”

“Excellent.” I turned my gaze to Millie and gave her an expectant look.

Because I knew my grandmother so well, I caught the speculative glint in her eyes. It wasn’t there for more than a few seconds before she cleared her throat and turned to speak to Michelle. “Okay, so here’s where we stand…”

I had a feeling she was onto me. But I honestly couldn’t find it in me to be concerned about it. Not when Liam was in the equation.

I forced myself to pay attention to the meeting and even managed to ask a few questions or offer suggestions when Michelle seemed to want direction or encouragement. Most of the advice came from Millie or the events planner though.

And I insisted to myself that would have been the case even if I wasn’t distracted by Liam’s presence. I was still getting my feet wet on this whole ‘resort owner’ thing.

He slid me a look at the end of the meeting, and I saw the question in his eyes, but I gave him a negative shake of my head.

I knew my grandmother.

She was already planning my inquisition.

* * *

“It lookslike the two of you made up,” she said in a bright, sunny voice as we walked along one of the paths that led up to the main building in the resort.

I’d missed lunch, and my stomach chose that moment to rumble.

Millie cocked a brow. “Am I working you so hard you can’t find a few minutes for a meal?”

I gave her an innocent look. “Of course not.”

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