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His fingers ease beneath the elastic, between my legs, and the slipperiness of my pussy is all he needs for a green light to push them inside me.
It’s everything I’ve been waiting for, and I whimper his name.
“My name sounds good on your lips, Hollywood.”
Behind me, the water pounds down, inches from my skin, the vibration ripples across my body until it aches for release.
Thick fingers stab inside me, fucking me with reckless abandon.
Mine dig into the rock so hard I can feel it under my nails.
The pressure builds in my spine, and black dots fill my vision. All it takes is a swipe of his thumb on my clit.
And there, in broad daylight, under the force of a waterfall, the orgasm that I almost had in the kitchen explodes.
CHAPTER 15
Lando
“Lando, I forgot to ask about your document last week,” my solicitor barks down the phone. “If you’ve had a change of heart, that’s fine. We’ll keep it on file until you’re ready. If you still want to go down that route.”
Holiday is paused on the TV screen. Somehow, I’ve managed to stop it at the exact moment when her face beams with a huge smile.
It’s the smile I’ve come to know, though everything else about her is different—dark hair, brown contact lenses, not one freckle appearing on her nose.
But underneath all the makeup, she’s still Holiday. And she’s mesmerizing.
I can’t tear my eyes away. She steals every scene she’s in, and even though I’m only two-thirds through, this might be the best film I’ve ever seen.
I was supposed to be working, but after the first two calls of the day almost put me to sleep, I lay back on the sofa in my study and somehow began watching the movie Alex had been raving about.
“Lando, you there?”
Typically, Arthur never introduces himself, just launches straight into whatever it is he wants, but no one could mistake his crusty baritone for anyone else. And being a lawyer, he likes to get to the point.
Time is money and all that.
“Sorry, yes, I’m here. What did you say?”
I get up to stretch my legs and open the window for a blast of fresh air. Outside, Max is playing with Dolly and Hamish on the lawn. He’s set up a series of mini agility courses, and he’s trying to bribe them over each jump with a biscuit.
“The document you were signing. Did you change your mind?”
I chuckle. “Which particular document? I must have signed a dozen for you since Monday.”
He tuts, and I know he’s rolling his eyes. “The primogeniture.”
I freeze.
I’d completely forgotten all about the papers Arthur had drawn up to start the process of changing the line of succession for the Burlington Dukedom.
I signed it and asked James to courier it back to Arthur. I never gave it another thought because that was the day I met Holiday.
Six weeks and I haven’t thought about much else.
I scratch through my beard, my eyes drifting back to the screen on the wall, so I switch it off. Holiday Simpson is far too distracting for her own good.
“You never received it?”
