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“Be good for me, baby, and let me fuck you.” I flip her to her belly, then lift her hips off the mattress. “Jesus, I don’t know which view I like better.” I smack her ass hard enough to leave a handprint, and she moans.

Yeah, I’m pissed.

I move my hand between her legs, and her hips jerk in response to my fingers floating over her swollen clit to the heat of her, which grips them tight when they slide inside her.

“Oh God,” she whimpers, dropping her forehead to the mattress while her hands tangle in the blanket in front of her. Removing my fingers, I wrap my hand around her hip and feed her pussy my dick, inch by inch, gritting my teeth when she attempts to push back on me.

Leaning over her, I growl against her ear, “You might have set the rules, babe, but you’re not in charge here.” I hook her with my forearm under her breasts and pull her up to sit on my lap, impaling her on my cock. Between her petite size and this position, she’s at my mercy. Sliding her hair over her shoulder, I nip her throat, then kiss up to her ear. “Do you wanna come, baby girl?” She turns her head, and when her dazed gaze meets mine, it’s almost my undoing.

“Yes,” she moans, her pussy fluttering. I capture her hand, bringing it between her legs, listening to her breath when it catches as I use her fingers to circle her clit.

“Don’t stop,” I order and nip her bottom lip, then take my hand away to grip her hip, lifting her just a bit before setting her back down over and over.

When her body begins to shake and her head falls back to my shoulder, she moans, and I grit my teeth, silently cursing how fucking perfect she fits me. I don’t want to come, not yet. But even if I wanted to, there’s no way I’d be able to get her off my dick fast enough to stop the release that her core pulls from me.

Balls tight, feeling lightheaded, my release pulses in tandem with my heartbeat while my vision dims.

I don’t know if I black out, but I barely catch her when she goes limp in my arms, and with the little strength I have left, I maneuver her to the bed and roll to my back, dragging her over me. Our skin is slick with sweat, and when she shivers, I grab a tissue from the container near the bed, discard the condom, and drag the blanket over us before I pass the fuck out with her sprawled out on my chest.

CHAPTER5

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The sound of mumbled voices wakes me up, and I slowly float to the surface of sleep, registering even before I’m fully conscious that I’m still in Walker’s bed. Keeping my eyes closed, I listen to him move around the room and silently replay what happened last night.

To say things didn’t go as planned when I decided I would admit to him I only wanted a vacation fling and nothing more is the understatement of the century. I did not foresee that he would have me naked within two minutes of those words leaving my mouth. Or that when I got up in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, with the plan to quietly get dressed and leave, that he would drag me right back to his bed and give me three more orgasms. One with his mouth, one with his fingers, and then one while he fucked me slow, depleting any strength I had left to leave afterward.

When I hear the curtain open and feel the soft rays of sun against my closed eyelids, my lashes flutter open, and I watch him open the doors to the balcony and push a cart outside. In the early morning light, with his shirt off and his hair damp like he just showered, he looks impossibly more beautiful. I knew the chemistry simmering between us was hot; I just had no idea he would ruin me for all other men in one night. I’m not naïve enough to believe I’ll be able to find what I experienced with him again.

“You’re awake,” he says, my eyes jerking up to his when he steps through the door. “Breakfast just got here. You need to eat something before we go to your hotel.”

“You’re still going with me?” I sit up, holding the sheet against my bare chest like he hasn’t seen and touched every single inch of me.

He doesn’t answer. The only clue that lets me know he heard me is the slight tic of his jaw before he walks across the room to the bathroom and flips on the light, appearing a minute later with a plush white robe. When he hands it to me, I take it and swallow down the same question I asked him seconds ago that is now burning the tip of my tongue.

I assumed that after last night he would send me on my merry way, then finish out his vacation with some other woman—or multiple women, if he felt up to the task. I didn’t think he’d still want to spend time with me.

I push my arms through the soft material, tying it tightly before I carefully get out of bed, with him watching.

“It takes about ten minutes to get to your hotel, so you have about thirty before we have to leave.” He walks out onto the balcony, and I follow him, barely avoiding a wince when muscles I didn’t even know I had ache and burn.

When I step out, the sun is just lighting the horizon, and the beach below is quiet except for a few people out jogging. Taking a seat in the chair he pulls out for me, I watch as he removes a dome-shape lid covering a single plate, and my mouth waters at the sight of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” I pick up a slice of the toast, my stomach growling in anticipation as I bring it to my mouth. After he pours my cup, he takes a seat across from me and lifts his own mug, taking a sip.

“You’re not eating?” I ask, picking up a piece of crisp bacon.

“I’m still full from last night.”

“Oh.” My entire body grows flush under his darkened gaze. I drop my eyes from his and focus on putting food in my stomach and the view to my left. It should be awkward to sit under his silent stare as I eat, but I’ve somehow gotten used to being the center of his attention.

When I’m done eating, I pick up my coffee and finish off the rest of it, then without a word, he gets up, and I do the same. I find my clothes from yesterday hung neatly over the back of the chair, so as he begins to shove stuff into a bag, I start to get dressed.

I’ve never in my life done the walk of shame, but as I’m putting on my skirt without my panties, knowing we might see people we saw last night, a sense of unease washes over me, making me feel uncomfortable.

“You wanna wear something of mine?”

I glance over at him, wondering if he read my mind or if my facial expression just made it obvious what I’m thinking. “Would you mind?”

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