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Dragging a hand over my chin, I search for a path around her argument. “Can you at least hold me accountable for keeping you here as my sex slave?”

“Sure,” she says cheerfully. “As long as you hold me accountable for showing up without a reservation, demanding sex from a perfect stranger, and spending the last week eating your food, fucking your employees, and taking advantage of your generosity.”

I stare at Camille. At this perfect, breathtaking, most assuredly insane woman.

A woman who might be my perfect match.

“No.”

Camille blinks. “No what?”

“No, I won’t hold you accountable. None of those things are an issue for me.”

“And I won’t hold you accountable for things you’ve already spent years punishing yourself for.”

“So where does that leave us?” I can’t believe we’re arguing about this. “Right back to holding ourselves accountable?”

“How about this, Ash Hole.” A breathtaking smile spreads over her beautiful face. “Let’s get naked and hold each other accountable.”

Later that evening,we’re strolling the grounds of the resort as the sea slowly swallows the sun. There’s a soft buzz of birdsong, and bugs whose earnest chatter marks them as meals for said birds. I’m not sure if Camille laced her fingers through mine or if I took the lead in holding her hand.

All I know is that it feels natural. Her delicate hand in my rough one, the sea breeze on our skin, tropical birds swooping above us like colorful drunk men with feathers. Being with Camille, it’s the freest I’ve felt in my life. I wish I could hold onto this feeling forever.

Feelings aren’t part of the equation.

But what if they could be? She made a good point that I’ve been feeling things all along. Maybe it’s time to admit it.

“Dildo!”

I jump at the squawk from the palm tree beside us. “Dammit, McFly.”

Delighted as always, McFly bobs his head and squawks out his triumph.“Dildo. Dildo!”

I recover my composure to properly greet him. “Good evening, McFly.”

“Hi, pretty bird.” Camille releases my hand and steps close to the tree. “Aren’t you a handsome devil?”

“Devil’s three-way!”That’s a new one Zane must have taught him.“Devil’s three-way!”

Camille laughs and I wonder if I should explain. Probably not, since she’s a sex therapist, but I don’t like to assume. “Also known as two men and one woman having carnal relations.”

“Amateur hour.” Her salacious grin reminds me what’s still left on her bucket list. “Ever heard the slang term for four men and one woman?”

She’s got me there. “Gangbang?”

“Triceratops.” She laughs and looks up at the bird. “Don’t repeat that.”

“Gangbang!”McFly squawks.“Gangbang!”

I step close to Camille and peer up into the tree. “Do you only take word suggestions from men?”

“Typical.” She rolls her eyes. “Handsomeandsexist.”

McFly flaps his wings, agreeing, or maybe defending his honor.“Sex list!”

“There you go.” She watches him strut back and forth on the branch. “You sure know a lot of sex words.”

“Sex bird!”he squawks, shuffling sideways.“Sex bird!”

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