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I nod in her direction before continuing to walk toward the man with the sign. “Just go with it,” I whisper as we slowly approach.

“Mr. and Mrs. Burch,” the driver says while opening the door.

I give the guy a firm nod before gesturing to Cassidy with a mischievous smile. “After you, Mrs. Burch,” I say, with a bit of sarcasm as she throws a look of shock my way.

She’s hesitant at first, but eventually, she slides into the backseat. I shut the door and walk around to the other side of the car, sliding in next to her. She shifts in her spot and eyes me curiously.

“What?” I say, shrugging in my seat.

“What?” she says, her mood instantly souring. “What the hell was that?”

“Relax, Reynolds. It’s all in good fun,” I say, as the driver gets into the driver’s seat. “And good fun is what we should be having this week,” I say, giving her thigh a playful squeeze.

The drive to the resort isn’t long and before I know it, a personal butler and drinks are welcoming us. Cassidy really went all out for this surprise honeymoon she had planned for that worthless fuck.

I mean I wouldn’t have pegged Cabo as a destination honeymoon location, but the resort Cassidy had chosen is top notch. Private villas. Personal butler. All-inclusive straight down to the excursions you can do. It’s a far cry from the spring break episode you’d see on Laguna Beach.

Yeah. I went there. Not all TV is complete trash. That shit was straight up entertaining to watch. I mean what teenager wouldn’t want to be on TV and get to go on crazy-ass trips like that. Especially parent-free trips. Yeah, I’m getting a little off track here, but who can blame me? I’m floored by this place.

We follow our butler down the beautiful decorated, secluded path before reaching the villa. Pushing the door open, he waits for us to enter. The villa is just as breathtaking as the main resort. It’s large with an open concept filled with crisp, fresh white open walls tastefully decorated in local artistry. The sitting room, which is just off the entryway, opens to a large kitchen. A dining room is just to the left of the kitchen, leading to large French doors leading out to a private deck and pool. A perfect oasis for a couple. The opposite side of the villa opens to a large bedroom. Complete with a large king bed, placed strategically underneath a large skylight, while just off to the side of the room is an attached master bathroom housing a large walk-in shower and a free-standing, large claw-foot soaker tub.

“Excuse me, señor,” Cassidy says pulling me from aw. “But… do you happen to have two separate villas next to one another?”

Okay. Not what I was expecting, but she makes a good point. This is a vacation between friends. Not the honeymoon she had been expecting to be on.

“My apologies, señorita, but we don’t have any availability until later this week. We’re completely booked even in the regular resort.”

Her shoulders visibly sink. She nods in understanding before turning to stare at the bed covered in red rose pedals. Pulling a hundred from my billfold, I thank our butler and walk him out of the villa.

Sharing a room with me can’t be that bad. I mean I didn’t think it would be a problem, but one look at Cassidy, and I can tell she’s internally panicking.

“I can always take the pull-out couch.” I hope to break some tension in the room.

She shakes her head in protest before turning to face me. “No. I invited you on this trip. You should take the bed.”

“Nope. Sorry, not happening, girl scout,” I say, walking into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge and taking a long swig.

“We could always share?”

Water spews from my mouth as I cough uncontrollably. “Oh my God… are you okay?” she says, running over to me to pat my back. “That was such a stupid suggestion.”

Not a stupid suggestion at all.

In fact, it would be one I would have suggested myself, but I quickly remembered why this would be a terrible idea. “It’s fine. I’ll take the couch.” I plop down on the comfortable pullout. “So, why don’t you say we change and hit the beach?”

She turns to head to the bedroom, her luggage dragging behind her. As soon as the door is shut, I let out a strangled breath. How the hell am I going to survive this week? I’ll admit it; my attraction to Cassidy has never gone away. My want for her. It’s still there, and it eats away at me every time she’s near.

I’ve never told her why I could only offer her one night. I’ve never told anyone why I’m a one-and-done type of guy. But being here, with her in this place, vulnerable. It makes me wish I were the guy who could offer her more.

Riding that thought, I pull my shirt over my head before dropping my shorts and boxers. I reach into my suitcase and pull out a pair of swim trunks, bending to pull them on as a gasp erupts from behind me. Quickly, I pull them the rest of the way up before turning to see a startled Cassidy standing in the doorway. Her eyes are darkened with lust as they roam over my chest and down my abs before coming back to meet mine.

“Uh-uh… I’m ready to go whenever you are,” she stammers, pulling herself from my gaze and turning to the kitchen.

I smile to myself before turning to grab a towel. Following her out the patio doors and past our private pool, we make our way to the beach. The resort had set up a private cabana for us with several lounge chairs. She places her stuff on a lounge chair and pulls her cover up over her head.

Holy fuck.

My mind instantly goes blank as I take in her almost naked body. The tiniest triangles, barely cover the nipples of her perky tits, which I swear get better every time I get a glance at them. And don’t get me started on the bottoms. The thong that is doing nothing but showcasing how perfect her ass is.

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