Page 86 of Too Hard to Resist

Yeah, on reflection, the trip had started off badly, but thanks to Romeo, it was already memorable.

‘Like you said, it’s only Monday evening, so you’ve still got four full days left. Anything can happen.’

‘True.’

‘I’d better get back to work. Not all of us can spend our days lounging by the pool in sunny Italy.’

‘Ha! Now you know how I felt when you were in Spain! If I don’t speak to you before tomorrow, hope the meeting goes well. Enjoy Sunshine Bay.’

‘Thanks. Laters.’

‘Laters.’ I hung up, then jumped off the bed.

Tonight I’d make the most of the villa’s facilities, then tomorrow I’d go on my solo beach trip. Although there would be no more sex to go with the sun and sea, I’d still find a way to enjoy myself.

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It was Tuesday morning and I was in the villa’s kitchen making breakfast.

It would’ve been easier to grab something from the restaurant, but Romeo was doing the morning service. And if I saw him, my traitorous mind would start replaying flashbacks of him fucking me on the pottery table, which was the last thing I needed.

As long as I kept my distance, those memories would fade.

By the time I returned to London on Saturday, I would’ve forgotten all about how hard he made me come.

Twice.

Yep. Luckily we’d stopped things before we got in too deep.

Today I was going to have a lovely time at the beach and I wasn’t going to think about Romeo and the way his lips tasted at all.

Easy peasy.

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ROMEO

I reached for my phone, then jerked my hand back again.

That was the third time I had attempted to pick it up to message Sammie in the last five minutes before reminding myself that it was not a good idea.

When I had told her at lunch yesterday that it was better we did not see each other again outside of official meetings at the hotel, I meant it.

Things had gotten out of hand.

I should never have invited her to the pottery studio.

I should never have kissed her.

And Idefinitelyshould not have fucked her.

But although I knew I was supposed to regret it, I did not.

Fucking Sammie was the best thing I had done since… since forever.

I did not even need to think about whether it was the best sex I had ever had. I knew it for a fact.

I loved the way she tasted.

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