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“You heard her. She wants to dance with me, buddy, so get lost,” the blond guy insists, and I know this won’t end well. Cameron’s twice this guy’s size, and although he doesn’t do any guarding in particular, he trains his guys. I could stop him, but I can read the tick in his jaw. It’s the same one from when I woke up that morning. He’s pissed.

“You won’t be able to dance if I break your fucking legs.” His warning isn’t given with a raised voice, and somehow that makes it more terrifying.

“Fine. There are other hot chicks here.” He storms away, and I turn my gaze back to the rude vacation killjoy.

Jabbing him in his muscular chest and ignoring the zing of pleasure, I hiss, “Are you fucking serious right now? Did you come all the way down here to ruin my fun? I can’t believe this bullshit. Elias sent you, didn’t he?”

“He asked.” The non-emotional response ticks me off even more because he doesn’t give a shit that he’s invading my vacation.

“So, like the little lap dog you are, you came to do his dirty work. Well, I don’t need you to scare away every man who comes near me. I’m an adult and can dance with and fuck anyone I want,” I remind him.

“Watch your words, Elena,” he warns me with a deep growl that sends a delightful shiver up my spine, and I want to provoke him even more.

“I’m not a child, Mr. King.” His eyes darken and nostrils flare.

He skims his thick, long finger under the edge of my bikini strap and pops it. “No, you’re not, and every man in here knows it.” Does that include him? Probably not. My panties are drenched from the need burning seeping from me at the idea that he could ever see me as a woman.

“Good. That’s the point.” A low growl rips through his chest and I could swear he was actually jealous, but I know this man. I’ve been legal for over three years and he’s never made a move on me—even when I was wearing his clothes in his bed. Besides, he has a woman, and I’m nothing more than his friend’s bratty kid sister who is making his life harder right at the moment. “Excuse me, Mr. King.”

“It’s Cameron, and you know it.” Yes. I know it well. It’s the name in my head over and over as I try to wring out orgasms from my body.

“Whatever. Get out of my way. I want to have a good time and dance.” I move to push out of his way, but his hands wrap around my waist like a steel band, my back slamming against his chest. I try to fight the shiver that runs through me, but there’s no use. It could be blamed on the cool breeze that the quick movement brought.

“You want to dance?” he grunts along my ear, hand flexing against my stomach.

“Yes.” I try to sound tough, but my voice comes out weak and quivers.

He loosens his hold and spins me around. “Fine. We’ll dance. One song, as soon as you put that fucking robe thing back on.”

“You’re a piece of work. Just because your last name is King doesn’t make you my ruler,” I tell him, giving him the best glare I can with my hands on my waist, intentionally jutting my chest out because I know he’s pissed that I’m half naked out here—and my brother would lose his mind.

He doesn’t bother to react or acknowledge my anger. Instead, he holds the fabric out and waits for me to slide my arms through it. I only do it because there’s a slight chill, making my nipples hard and visible through my bright pink top, or at least I’m blaming it on the chill and not this sexy asshole in front of me.

I pout. “Better?”

“It will do.” He reaches down and takes my hand, leading me over to the dance floor. The sun is starting to set along the beach and it’s beautiful, but I can’t think of anything else when his hand tightly grips mine. Electricity shoots from the connection point through my entire body.

Senoritaplays as the tiki torches are lit and the crowds gather. We don’t have a lot of space, so Cameron pulls me close to him as we move to the rhythm like he’s protecting me from the other men on the dance floor. My chest is pressed against his, and I let the music move me.

A couple bumps us and I spin around, giving Cameron my back as my hips sway and my arms run up my neck and into the air. His head bends down just at my throat as his hands caress my thighs. I rest my head on his shoulder, and our bodies start grinding to the song. It turns into another song like it and his hands begin to roam under my wrap, skimming the edge of my bikini bottoms, and that’s when I feel the length of his cock pressed against my ass.

I let out a gasp, and then he spins me around to face him. “As if I’d let you dance with another man like this, his dick getting hard from your pert, young ass grinding on it. It’s natural to be in this beautiful place and want to take you down in the sand and feel my way down your body.” He presses his hand to the small of my back, slamming my lower body into his so I feel exactly what he means.

“I can handle men,” I bite out. He’s the one I let my guard down with. He’s the one I’ve saved myself for, which is foolish as hell. I hold back the tears because I want to scream at him for making me feel this way when he should just leave me be to deal with my heartache and this lonely, painful crush that can never be.

“I doubt it.” I attempt to shove him but he pulls me closer, his nose running along the column of my throat. “I’d have to kill every single one of them.”

My heart’s cracking. “Why—because my brother hired you?”

“No, because you’re mine, Elena. You’ve always been mine, and if you think I’m going to let anyone else take what belongs to me, you’ve got to be out of your damn mind,” he whispers with his lips inches from my hungry ones.

“Liar,” I say, swiping my tongue over mine to wet them.

“I don’t lie.” He says it with such conviction that I want to believe him, but everyone lies in one way or another, even if it’s a lie of omission.

“What about Elle?” I challenge.

“She’s staying with friends.” My stomach lurches, and my skin burns at his touch.

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