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I wake up and remember yesterday like it was a dream. Cameron and me…oh my God. We had sex. I look over, and he’s still firmly asleep on the bed. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. Shit.Where are my things?

I look around the room, and my robe and phone are on the floor. Shit. I hope it’s not broken. Slowly sliding off the bed, I grab it and see it’s only six in the morning. Great. I can get to my room before anyone is really out and sees me in nothing. I’m so grateful that there’s an app on my phone that can unlock my hotel room door.

I scan the bedroom for my swimsuit and see it’s in tatters. His dress shirt isn’t, so I slip it on and button two of the middle buttons, which is futile because this thing is massive on me. My robe will just have to cover me. Tossing it on, I reach for the door and grab the handle, and I look back to see Cameron hasn’t moved. Good.

Why does my heart fill with pain at that? I press my hand to my chest, and it’s the first time I notice my finger. There’s a massive diamond ring and matching wedding band on it. How much did I have to drink? Smiling, I know we didn’t marry. He slid them on my finger before we had sex, but why? Maybe so hotel management would believe his ruse?

I inch out onto the wooden deck, but I don’t get another step when his big powerful arms wrap around my body, pulling me back inside. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Mrs. King?”

“What the hell? Mrs. King? How much did you drink, Cameron?” I ask, knowing we didn’t marry—more like sliding on rings he probably bought at one of the novelty shops, playing a game. I move to slide them off my finger to see if there’s a green ring, but his hand clamps down on mine.

“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll redden your ass so bad, Elena.” He’s angry, but from the length of his hard cock pressed against my ass, he’s not completely mad.

He sits on the bed with me on his lap, my legs hanging off to the side. “I had water, babe. You’re the one who had more than enough to drink. Trust me—I still plan to punish you for that foolish move to come out here alone and try to hook up with strangers.”

“Well, apparently I failed royally. I hooked up with my brother’s best friend who came down here to babysit me.”

“No, you consummated your marriage with your husband who lost his mind when he found out that you came here without him.”

“Have you lost your fucking mind? We’re not married, Cameron. You don’t even like me.”

“Don’t like you? I think I proved that to be a lie last night—and I’m not crazy. Well, not clinically anyway.”

“Just because it’s not on paper doesn’t mean you’re not certifiable.” He just shrugs. “I don’t get it. How are you claiming we’re married?”

“You signed our wedding license when you arrived in Mexico. Those documents at the hotel front desk…”

“Are you serious?” I’d been so frazzled and out of my mind about the article and then having seen him at the airport, that I couldn’t think straight. He’s the only man I’ve ever wanted, and just being around him makes me irrationally excited.

He grabs my cheeks with his large hands, directing me to look into his eyes that make my heart melt. “Yes. I’m dead serious. You’re mine, Elena, and now in every single way. Pretty soon, we’ll have our first babies.”

I’m confused, scared, nervous and too damn hopeful to believe this. Nudging off his lap, I stand up and look at him and shake my head. “This is crazy. You haven’t given me the time of day for the past four years, and now you want to marry me? Why?”

He reaches out, snatching my wrist and pulling me stand between his legs. “That’s not true, and you know it. We’ve spent a lot of time together, and I’ve done everything I could to show you some affection.”

“As a sister.”

“Not one time did I ever think of you as a sister.”

“No?” I try to think about our last few encounters and if there was something I misinterpreted.

“No. You have no idea how much effort it took not to slide into bed with you that night and give you what you asked for.”

I press my hand to my face. I remember exactly. I’d been so damn drunk and insanely horny for him. My classmate had been leading me out of the bar and I could barely stand up. He was almost carrying me, and then Granger was there with Cameron, who scooped me up in his arms and they drove me back to his house.

It took me a day to remember exactly what happened, but that night I asked him to kiss me, to fuck me, or to at least teach me how to suck his cock and I told him how I’d saved my virginity for him. God. I didn’t remember at first, and he hadn’t rubbed it in. In fact, he only told me that I was never to go out drinking without security again, and then he told my brother. “You weren’t even remotely in your right mind that night.”

“That was four months ago.” He could have had me after that, knowing that I wanted him too if that’s what he was waiting for.

“I had to remain under control until I turned twenty-seven, when I finally gained legal rights to my father’s company under his clause, which was bullshit but worth it in the end.”

“What clause?”

“I had to remain unmarried and childless until I reached the age of twenty-seven, so that I could prove I was responsible and dedicated. The company became mine two months ago, but with everything going on, I had so much to handle and had to find a way to get you alone. When your brother told me you were going to Cabo, I nearly lost it.” His hold on me tightens as does his jaw muscles.

“My brother,” I gasp. He’s going to freak.

“Yeah. Another problem. I don’t want to lose him as my best friend, but I’ve long considered you my sole priority and source of happiness, and there’s no way I’ll let anyone get in the way of us.”

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