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“I can’t drink,” Callie deadpans.

“Oh, shit.”

“Don’t worry.” Liam gets up from the sunbed, pulling me to my feet and pushing me toward the water. “I have a better way to celebrate.”

“What are you doing?” I try to keep a stern expression, but my smile slips through.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“You say celebrating, but I’m pretty sure you just laid out a threat that makes it seem like you’re punishing me.”

“To-may-tho, to-mah-to.”

“Liam, you can’t fuck me in the ocean in broad daylight.” His hands drop to my hips, a wolfish grin splitting his face.

“I can. And I will.”

Before I can say anything else, he lowers his knees, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Callie, help!” I shriek, my chuckle bubbling out of my throat.

“You’re on your own, Gen.” I see her settle her back against Kane’s torso with a wicked grin.

“Fuck you!”

“I’m pretty sure the one being fucked is you, Gen,” Kane pitches in.

“I hate both of you!” Cold water spattering has me yelping, trying to squeeze out of Liam’s grasp, as if that is going to change anything. “Liam, put me down! Liam!”

Finally, I fly from his shoulder, my entire body submerging underneath the lukewarm water. The salt enters my nose, and I snort when I get back up.

“Asshole!” I scold.

He’s on me within a second, grabbing me so he can put my legs around his waist, his bulge pressing against my center hard enough to shut me up. The look in his blue eyes has me mesmerized while I try to keep my scowl in place.

“Give it up.” He curls his lip. “I know you secretly like it when we sneak around.”

This man sees right through me. I never thought I was an exhibitionist, but feeling his hard shaft press through the fabric of his swimsuit makes it impossible to move in any other way than the one that will leave me satisfied.

“You corrupt me, Liam Carrillo.”

With my hand on the back of his head, I guide his lips to mine. I can taste the saltiness of the water, creating something divine when he pushes his tongue into my mouth. My thighs clench and my pussy purrs in anticipation.

“And you make me more honest than I should be.” He smirks. “I guess we’re even.”

“Yeah.” I chuckle. “I guess we are.”

35

LIAM

EPILOGUE

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Hey,babe.”Iwalkinto my penthouse, hanging my peacoat before I rub my hands together to create some warmth between my palms. The house smells like hot chocolate, and my nose tracks it all the way back to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Imogen beams, holding up two mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top. Rainbow sprinkles are decorating the hot beverage, looking tempting as fuck, but not as tempting as my girl all comfy and cuddly in my grey hoodie. The hem comes almost to her knees, something like yoga pants covering her long legs.

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