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She smiled and shook her head as they stood there, holding on tight to her hopes and dreams of the future. She was starting to wonder if they were actually going to go their separate ways after this vacation or not. Sure, they'd only been here a few days.

But was it so wrong to hope for a love like her grandparents? Theirs had lasted decades. She stared at the ocean, his arms around her making it hard to stay closed off. If history repeated itself, was she going to end up like her grandparents or her parents?

Chapter 19

When Mason woke, the sun was shining through the balcony doors. The clock said it was barely six in the morning, but Lucy was still on the terrace doing yoga in a little sports bra and shorts. He watched as she bent at the waist, her ass up as she flattened her hands on the ground.

He shifted off the bed and pushed open the balcony door. She looked behind her legs but didn't move. He eased behind her, holding her hips and pressing his dick to her ass. She jerked at the touch and gasped.

"You alright?" he asked.

She let out a shaky breath, but still didn't move as he palmed her ass in her skin tight shorts. "Yeah, just doing yoga."

"If you like working out in the mornings, I can help with that." He pressed his hips forward, and she groaned as she pressed back against him.

Then she stood up and turned around with a smile. "Tempting, but I think I want some real food first."

He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, just because he could. She blushed, and he felt pride that he had that effect on her. He turned to walk back inside. "I'm going to hop in the shower, then we can head to breakfast. Give me five minutes."

He stripped in the bathroom and stepped into the shower, needing the cold one to take his mind off the woman who'd been infecting his dreams for so long now. He wasn't about to proposition her for anything, not after the incident last year. He didn't deserve her.

But his skin crawled with need. Tension between his shoulders left him feeling stiff. After they'd come back from their drive last night, they'd both fallen into a deep sleep. And now it was like he was going through Lucy withdraws. It'd been too long since he'd fucked her.

The cold water cascaded down his head, chilling his body but not the fire racing through his veins. Sleeping next to her, the scent of oranges tickling his nose and her hair tickling his chin, he'd woken up rock hard. He gripped himself, sliding his hand up slowly.

He gasped, leaning his head to the cold tile, picturing her kneeling in the shower and taking him into her juicy lips. God, those lips.

Her mouth was begging to be plundered, and he wanted to make her gasp and moan, bite that lower lip and hear her cry his name as he pounded away in her tightness.

He gasped, exploding in his hand and coating the shower wall. His stomach rippled with aftershocks, and his spine tingled.

After a few minutes, he shut off the water and stepped out with the towel wrapped around his hips. Lucy was leaning against the kitchen counter, wearing a little pink and yellow sundress and drinking a bottle of water. She choked when she saw him, shirtless and still slightly wet, and he checked that the towel was safely tucked in at his waist.

Her eyes widened, then roamed up and down his body. Pink tinged her cheeks as her gaze settled on the shaft pressing clearly against the towel.

Damn it, the shower had taken the edge off but around her, he was ready to go again. He imagined that same shade of pink on her cheeks was down below. He'd spread her juicy lips and lick up the center until she screamed.

"I—I'm going to walk to the breakfast buffet. I'll meet you there," she gulped, set her water on the counter, and backed up to the door.

He reached for her hand. "Not yet, I have a breakfast sausage right here, sunshine."

She giggled and shook her head. "I'll take a rain check. I really am hungry, hot shot."

She grabbed her big shoulder bag—pink, of course, with bright tropical flowers on it—and spun so fast, he saw a glimpse of pink lace underwear.

The door clicked shut behind her, and it took several minutes of arguing to convince himself to not follow her and drag her back to their room. She needed time. As inexperienced as she was, he couldn't push her too much. And he certainly couldn't keep her locked up in this room naked their entire trip.

He had a job to do, and he needed to let her go. He was nothing but trouble for her. He breathed heavily.

But still... he could eat a nice breakfast with her before going to work. And the sooner he did his surveillance, the sooner he could come back to her beautiful face.

He raked his hand down his face and tossed the towel aside, swiftly throwing on shorts and a blue t-shirt.

LATER THAT DAY, MASON came back from watching Malia and found Lucy at the pool at the resort.

She was lying on her stomach on a lounger, her tablet on the ground in the shade of her chair as she typed. Her pink bikini made her ass look amazing, but his emotions were too chaotic at the moment.

He stood over her, blocking the sun until she looked up and smiled at him.

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