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I thrust again, harder. My balls were heavy. I wanted to go slow, to make it last. But there was nothing stopping the pressure building inside me.Oh fuck.I was going to come so hard, I might go blind. I reached around and fingered her swollen clit as I pounded her. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Cole, Cole?—”

She orgasmed again, even more powerfully this time, pushing me over the edge. I buried myself inside her and came hard, shooting my seed deep inside.“Fuck.”That was the only word for it. I ruthlessly thrust as she continued to spasm around me, crying out for all the Caribbean to hear. Hot pride ran through my veins, and I pumped deliciously inside her, finishing her off, finishing myself off, dying, and being reborn again. This was why they called it coming, I thought, my head zigzagging with pleasure I’d never experienced before: I’d finally arrived.

We collapsed together on the edge of the plunge pool. Jenny’s fedora was askew. Her curls were in my face. Her perfect, round ass was pressed against me; the thong bikini still shoved to the side.

I couldn’t bring myself to move. That had been the best sex of my life, and it wasn’t because of the plunge pool. It wasn’t the position—although penetrating her from behind was excellent. It wasn’t because of the thong bikini or even the fedora. It was because…Jenny.

It was because it was with Jenny. Something deep inside me welled up, bringing me close to tears. I rested my face against her warm skin, the sun shining down on us, her body rising and falling with each breath.

I love you,I mouthed against her back.

I was either too dumb or too scared to say the words out loud, I didn’t know which.

CHAPTER 27

Jenny

I thoughtI’d died and gone to heaven because Cole had slain me with his magic penis. Ah, to have a man whose cock curved just right! I hadn’t known that a G-spot was really a thing until this assignment. Not only was I making great money, I was learning something. Win-win, if you asked me.

And I was definitely winning. The Caribbean resort we were staying at was ten stars—five wouldn’t do it justice. Butlers were everywhere in white tuxedos, and the grounds were meticulously groomed. Our privatecasita(that’s what Cole called it) was decadently luxurious, and then there was the privateplunge pool(need I say more) and the ten bottles ofVeuveI discovered in the fridge.

Not too shabby.

After mind-blowing, brain-numbing sex, Cole and I showered, took a quick nap, and headed to the pool. My limbs were loose, and I felt utterly, impossibly satisfied. Cole held my hand. He looked so handsome in his swim trunks, showcasing his athletic thighs, and a tight-fitting T-shirt highlighting his bulging forearms and chiseled chest. If he hadn’t already fucked me senseless, I’d be dragging him back to the casita for more.But I needed to eat—I had to keep my strength up for that magic penis of his!

The tropical birds chirped in the palm trees, tiny lizards ran across the path, and Cole held my hand as we walked to the pool. It was warm, with a balmy breeze that kept it from being too hot. Once we rounded the corner, I saw the beach. Pristine white sand stretched out on either side, contrasting with crystal-clear turquoise water.

“Oh my God, Coley.” I squeezed his hand. “I can’t believe the water looks like that! It doesn’t seem real.”

He grinned. “It’s definitely nicer than Boston Harbor. Let’s go down and touch the water before we meet up with everyone else, okay?”

“Okay.” I put a hand over my heart as we left the path and reached the beach. I stepped out of my flip-flops onto the pillowy white sand. It felt like magic. We walked down to the water, and I fell in love as soon as my feet touched it. It was warm but refreshing. It didn’thurt, unlike the freezing ocean water back home. “This is incredible.”

Cole squeezed my hand. “I like seeing it through your eyes,” he said. “It’s special.”

I glanced at him. He was the most handsome, most charming, most everything, most Cole I’d ever met. I would never say it aloud, but the water wasn’t the only thing I’d fallen in love with.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” I refused to acknowledge the tears that were threatening.

“Babe.” He pulled me against his chest. “Thankyou. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

He sounded touched. I still felt close to tears. Thankfully, we heard something behind us. We turned to see a ginormous green lizard stalking the beach. He had talon-like claws, a row of spikes down his back like a mohawk, and a dangling chin like a turkey.

He stopped to inspect us.

“Holy shit!” I screeched. “Is that an iguana?”

“Indeed it is,” laughed Cole.

“I’m in love!” I rushed to visit the majestic beast. “I’ve always wanted to meet an iguana!”

Cole laughed again, then scratched his head. “Jenny, have I ever mentioned that you’re one of a kind?”

I madefriends with the pool bartender. She told me that my new iguana buddy was partial to mangos and beet greens, and she snuck me a secret supply of both. I kept them in my bag and intermittently fed Iggy, as I’d started calling him, under the table.

He’d followed us up from the beach. He could tell I was a sucker for a majestic-looking lizard. He could have been a dinosaur with that spiky ridge on his back!

Cole laughed about it. He kept telling me I was adorable and holding my hand. “I think Iggy’s into you,” he chided. “It might have something to do with the crop top and the thong bikini.”

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