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He sighs. “They’re the bane of my existence.”

The way he protects his brothers is a thing of beauty. I’ve never met a man who put protecting others in front of his own pleasure. It’s intoxicating.

“Thanks for going swimming with me,” I say when he parks in a small lot near the beach.

“You don’t need to thank me. You never need to thank me for giving you things you want.”

“What if what I want is to thank you?”

“My Havoc,” he mutters before kissing my nose. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But what a glorious death it’ll be.”

“That it will. That it will.”

I was joking, but Rhett’s voice was dead serious. The things he says has the precarious control I have over my heart wavering. I need to find some mortar and build my walls back up or I won’t be able to stop myself from falling head over heels in love with this man.

Chapter 23

“I will not let a swimsuit defeat me.” ~ Rhett

Rhett

Dakota fiddles with the strap on her bag as she stares up at me. “Do you want to come in?”

I step close until she’s pressed against the door to her suite. “Why? Do you want to discuss your swimming technique?”

I don’t know if my dick can handle discussing swimming with her. It’s about to burst out of my pants as it is after spending the past two hours watching her walk around in a wet, clingy swimsuit.

She bites her lip and I nearly come in my jeans. “Does my swimming technique need improvement?”

“You’ve got the doggy paddle down.” I pinch her chin. “How about I come inside and we have a nightcap?”

Her nose wrinkles. “You don’t drink and neither do I.”

I caress her cheek. “How about I come inside and we watch some television?”

“I only get two channels and they’re both fuzzy.”

I lean down to whisper in her ear. “Whatever will we do if I come inside?”

She shivers and I lick the spot behind her ear. “I-I-I don’t know.”

“I can think of a few ideas.” I bite her earlobe and she moans. “Unlock the door, Havoc.”

She blinks up at me for a few moments before whirling around to unlock the door. In her haste to get inside, she trips on the sill.

I catch her before she lands face first on the floor. I wrap my arm around her waist from behind while I kick the door shut.

“You okay?”

“Fine. The door hates me.”

I chuckle. “Sure. Let’s blame it on the door.”

She glances at me over her shoulder. “Who else are we going to blame?”

I smirk. “Not you, Havoc. Never you.”

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