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“Emphasis on secret,” I say. “You’re okay with your brother not knowing? Because this is something I’d rather not tell him.”

“Agree. Simon knows too much about me anyway. The last thing I need him knowing is that you gave me my first real orgasm in four years.”

I think my eyes just fell out of my head.Four years?

“Oh ,Tiger.” I pounce back on her as her giggles fill the room. My dick has come roaring back to life with that information. “You really shouldn’t have told me that.”

Her fingers immediately start playing with my hair, her nails scratching my neck with just enough pain to make it perfect. “And why is that?”

I lean down, pressing kisses along her cheek until I get to her ear. “Now that I know you’ve been neglected, I feel that it’s my job to catch you up.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

“Easy.” I nibble on her ear lobe as my hand reaches down and cups her already wet pussy. “Until we leave Florida, this pussy is mine. Do you understand?”

Her nails are now scratching down my back, pulling me into her.

“Yours.”

And that’s all I need hear before I get my wish—we don’t leave this room for the rest of the day.

guide to love rule #82

Sometimes it’s the simple things that

mean the most.

17

stella

I don’t knowif I would call this the best day of my life, but it’s definitely the best day I’ve had in years. And I’m purposely not trying to count back to the last good day because that makes me think about people I’d rather not.

Because right now, I just want to think about Emmett.

I didn’t think anything could beat yesterday—he went shopping with me and even carried my bags. And he didn’t complain once, or make a snarky comment, about a pair of shoes I bought. In fact, he even said I should get the taupe ones instead of the black. That earned him a blow job last night.

But today? Today wipes the floor with yesterday.

It started with breakfast in bed, which was much needed after the most intense morning sex of my life. I thought morning sex was supposed to be slow and lazy. Nope. I was seeing stars. Literally. At some point I ended up with my head hanging off the bed as Emmett drove into me.

How I had the energy to go parasailing this afternoon I’ll never know, but any amount of tired I was feeling was quickly washed away the second I felt the wind blow through my hair. Sailing over the Gulf, the crystal blue water beneath me, and thewhite beaches around us, was something I’ll always remember. And doing it with Emmett, who had the most genuine smile and laugh during the excursion, was the perfect cherry on top.

We got lunch at a spot on the water before being beach bums the rest of the day. I worked on my tan while Emmett sat and read his book. It was also during this time I realized I’m very turned on by men who read.

Or maybe it’s just because of Emmett. Because I’m pretty sure he could be mopping a floor and I’d find it sexy.

Oh, what am I talking about? A man cleaning?Emmettcleaning? That’s hot as hell.

After our hours in the sun—followed by a shower I’ll never forget—we’re now sitting at dinner at the best place in the world that I haven’t eaten at in years because of the Douche Who Will Not Be Named.

Chili’s.

Don’t laugh. It slaps.

“You never cease to amaze me, Stella Banks.”

I raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything. Mostly because I’m savoring a mouthful of southwestern egg roll.

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