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“What?”

“You really meant it when you said you weren’t ashamed of me just now. Because if you wanting to keep this secret is because you don’t like who you’re falling for, then that’s a problem.”

“Who said I’m falling for you?”

“C’mon, baby. C’mon.” I smirked.

“Why are you such an idiot?” She smiled.

“Promise me.”

“I’m not ashamed of you. I’m—”

“That’ll do.” I cut her off. “Now kiss me before you spoil the moment by droning on.”

She rolled her eyes, sighed dreamily, and then she kissed me. The two of us sank back into the water, and we kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed, and, honestly…

It was a brand-new kind of fucking Heaven.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

For the first time in a long time, I slept through the night like a baby.

She was tangled up in me. Arms around my body, her legs entwined with mine. I’d lay there staring at the ceiling for a while after she’d drifted to sleep with her head on my tattooed chest.

I couldn’t hurt her now. If I did, everything was fucked. I also knew I couldn’t quit her, either. The thought of never burying myself inside her again made me break out in hives. My heart raced, and my throat closed up. Screwing Jules was magic, but what was even better was the fact that I didn’t want her to leave afterwards. I enjoyed holding her like this.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of her voice drifting through the hotel room. It took me a moment to realise where I was and who the voice belonged to, but when I pushed up to rest on my elbows, and I saw her through tired, narrowed eyes, the smile came to my face immediately, and all those worries were forgotten. Jules had the phone pressed to her ear, and a single finger pressed to her mouth, warning me to stay quiet.

I somehow did as she asked, falling back onto the bed with a thud as I reached under the duvet and found my morning glory. If she was going to make me wait, I was going to make it uncomfortable for her.

She blew out a long breath, and I tilted my head on the bed so I could watch her, watching me as I stroked myself slowly. Her chest bounced, and she pushed a hand through the longer lengths of her hair.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m still here,” she said to whoever she was on the phone to, a slight pant tainting her voice. She cleared her throat discreetly.

I raised a brow at her, but her eyes had drifted down again, and she was now focused on the movement going on around my dick.

“I know, and it won’t happen again. Yeah,” she croaked before she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the call. It made a soft, early morning laugh rumble in my chest. “I’m committed, Dicky. I promise. I won’t let you or them down again.”

I froze, stopping what I was doing as I sat upright again and moved closer to her. She let her eyes open, and she stared right into mine.

“I’ll phone each of the guys and apologise—see if they’ll have me back.” Dicky must have said something that struck with her because her lips lifted into a breath-taking, mischievous smile. “Don’t worry about Rhett. I’ll handle him. He’s not as angry as he always makes out.”

I bared my teeth and pretended to growl like a lion. She laughed silently.

After a few more pleasantries, Jules ended the call and dropped the phone on the bed. I was resting on one arm, the other hand holding her naked thigh as she sat there wearing nothing but my grey T-shirt, which she’d brought with her from her home.

“Sorry if I woke you. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to tell Dicky I was retracting my resignation.”

“That’s a damn good way for us to start the day.”

“He said you were angry.”

“Oh. Pft. Fuming.”

“Panicked, even.”

“One hundred percent hysterical.”

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