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“Nope?” She reached for him under the water and gripped his shirt. “Why?”

“I told you, this was for you, not me. I don’t deserve anything good right now.”

Her heart squeezed. “Sean…”

She had already forgiven him and moved on. He needed to do the same. Shewantedhim to do the same.

“Don’t Sean me, Red. The guilt is killing me.” He lifted a hand from the water and pushed away the hair sticking to her cheeks. “Just let me love you for now, okay?”

Chapter Six

Mason stared at the ceiling, wide awake even though his head throbbed from lack of sleep. He needed to pass out and wake up once the hangover had died.

He’d probably only need an hour or two. Three, max. Then again, waking up tomorrow would be preferable, since his insides felt like they were going through a cheese grater.

“I told you not to have those shots,” Sidney murmured beside him. “You look like hell.”

“At least I look the part.” He rolled, snuggling into her side, the softness of her skin the slightest balm to his tumbling gut. “I’ll bounce back after a few more hours’ sleep.”

“Okay. But I’m getting up. I’m going to do some exploring and maybe find out what the others are doing.”

He groaned, clasping an arm around her waist. “Don’t leave me.”

For starters, he needed someone to nurse him to health. Not to mention, he didn’t want her finding out he’d lied about Sean and Mel’s plans being canceled.

“I can’t stay in bed with you all day while there’s an exotic island to explore.”

He clucked his tongue. “You’ve changed, kitten. This is the first time you’ve complained about spending more time in bed with me. I guess the sexy part of our relationship is already over.”

“What a load of bull.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “You know I’d be more than happy to stick around if you had something good to offer.”

“That isn’t a problem.” It would take more than a hangover to stop his dick from working. “All you had to do was ask.”

He slid a hand over her naked hip, her waist, up to the side of her chest. That was all it took—one titty squeeze and he was ready to play.

She released a soft whimper. “I guess I can put the exploration on hold for a while.”

“Good, because it’s my turn to explore.”

He trailed his fingers along her sternum, over her stomach, and back down to the small patch of trimmed hair leading to her pussy.

She parted her thighs for him, always eager, and gripped the sheets at her side.

He was about to part those pretty pink lips when the walls rattled from the booming knock coming from the front door.

Sidney gasped, her shocked eyes turning to meet his.

“Jesus Christ.” He sat up. “If that’s Leah, I’ll kill her.”

Sidney clutched the bed coverings to her chest. “You better answer it.”

He groaned, slid from the bed, and stalked from the room, his wilting dick leading the way through his boxers.

“Quit the banging,” he yelled down the hall.

The booming stopped.

“Open the fucking door, Mason.”

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