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And then I release, groaning with her.

She collapses against me, her breaths puffing against my neck. And then she tenses.

“What is it?”

“We haven’t been using a condom. I’m not on birth control.” She doesn’t sound angry, just talking between trying to catch her breath.

“I don’t ever plan on using a condom with you and I’m glad you’re not on birth control.”

She doesn’t say anything after that, but I take it as a good sign she isn’t going to fight me on this. It means she wants this, too, no matter how she tries to convince herself.

“We should go down there before Ella gets ideas about coming up here.”

I nod, kissing the middle of her chest.

But I don’t want to leave.

I want to stay right here, nine inches deep, and hope I can tie her to me forever.

Chapter Fourteen

Sophie

The day spent in the sun yesterday was amazing. I had the best time. It felt good to take a break from life and enjoy the luxury of the yacht. The only downside? I’m burnt.

I hardly slept. I was feverish from the sunburn, but it wasn’t the only thing keeping my body hot. Thoughts of Matias diving into the water to rescue me play over and over again in my mind. The way he took me effortlessly, holding me up against the wall as if I weighed nothing.

He makes me feel beautiful and confident.

But whatever is happening between us has to stop. We had sex again without a condom and I need to think about the consequences. Last night, I checked the app on my phone that tracks my cycle. I’m in the window where the chance of getting pregnant is very low, but I don’t want to risk it. I need to consider taking Plan B. This job is everything I’ve ever wanted. Matias is everything I’ve ever wanted. Whatever is happening between us is explosive, but I’m not a fool.

It's temporary.

I can’t lose this job over something that won’t last.

That’s a dream. Besides, I know what will happen. It happens with every guy I’m with.

They find someone better, prettier, and get tired of me. I’m a regular girl. I’m not a model or whoever you see on social media. I’m just… me.

And that’s hardly ever enough for anyone.

I stare in the mirror, analyzing myself. Besides how red my entire body is from the sun, I don’t think I’m so bad. This silk robe makes me feel elegant and sexy. It feels so good against my skin. I lift the end of the robe, quietly hissing when my fingers brush against the red skin.

Well, I did feel sexy.

Now, I feel like a lobster.

“That looks painful.”

I startle, dropping the hem of the robe, and meet Matias’s gaze in the mirror. He has his arms crossed as he leans against the doorway.

“It’s not so bad,” I reply, my entire body aware of Matias’s presence. There’s always a shift in my nerves, in my blood, and in the way my heart beats when Matias is near me.

“Don’t lie to me, Sweet Sophie. I should have put more sunscreen on you. This is my fault.” He steps into the room, taking all the air in the room. Matias stops behind me, our eyes still locked in our reflections. His fingers drift over the back of my neck. “You’re burnt here.” Then he glides them up my throat and over my face until the rough callouses brush against my cheeks. “And here.”

I try not to lean into his touch, but it’s impossible.

His hand glides down the silken fabric of the robe, grabbing the hem to show my thigh.

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