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I feel him everywhere.

I can’t explain it, but his strokes are touching all of me.

Maybe this is what it means for him to be inside me. Maybe it means he has passage to parts of me that can only be accessed from this point of connection, and then it spreads inside like wildfire.

Simon groans harshly, “please stroke me harder.” He nips at my mouth and pushes his fingers deeper inside my singing pussy.

Oh my God!

I tighten my grip on him and stroke, causing him to let out a sound that pushes me over the edge.

I’m whimpering as new sensations throb through my legs. His fingers inside me and on my clit—the combination has me swearing as I ride his fingers through a new wave of ecstasy I’ve never experienced.

Everything becomes white, blinding light.

Starlight and pleasure.

I come again, but this time it’s more intense.

I open my eyes and Simon is right there watching me orgasm, his beautiful eyes intensifying the heat. I burn up in the middle of the ocean, neck-deep in water, drowning in the affection of Simon’s gaze.

This isn’t love. This is something different. Stronger.

It’s complete surrender.

Giving in to him.

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SIMON

We lie on beach towels letting the sun bake our skin, talking and laughing. No pressure. No definitions. Just Kendall and me, relaxing like we’re on vacation and we haven’t a care in the world.

No big wedding job for her to plan.

No pressure for that event to be the catalyst for Flambé’s expansion.

No jealous best friend to ruin the day.

It’s nice to just be here together and not have to think. I could get used to this. I could get used to not putting so much pressure on myself.

I roll over, turning to Kendall and propping my head on my arm. She lies on her back letting the sun kiss every inch of that yellow bikini. Everything about her is soft and easy like the perfect custard you can’t wait to put in your mouth and savor.

I’m careful to not touch her, even though I love the way her body blossoms under my hands, waking and trembling and making me feel powerful. I don’t know why she felt like she needed to hide this part of herself. She’s a goddess, and every noise she releases makes me feel incredible. And her? I can attest that this has felt pretty damn good for her too: multi-orgasmic if you will.

A smile sneaks across my lips. She could be addictive.

Kendallisaddictive.

Every breath makes her chest rise. Every ray of sunshine makes her body bright. Every curve of skin is her courage on display. She’s so damn beautiful.

She’s everything Arie isn’t.

I shouldn’t compare her to my business partner. I know that. It’s just that Arie’s been the most present female energy in my life. Meanwhile, Kendall is this sweet and romantic and feminine woman. It’s so damn refreshing, when I’m used to power-woman, potty-mouth sass every day.

I could get used to Kendall.

“Stop staring,” Kendall giggles, catching me gawking at her like a love-drunk puppy. She whaps me with the back of her hand, and I have to resist the urge to grab her wrist and pull her into a full-on make out session in the sand.

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