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“You keep asking me that.” Cohen laughed, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. “No, guppie, you’re not.”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “Did you really call me my childhood nickname after we just had sex?”

He propped himself up on his elbow, still chuckling. “I did. Pretty sexy, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as he waggled his eyebrows at me. Grabbing a pillow, I smacked him in the face. He fell back with a startled look, then narrowed his eyes at me. “Oh, you asked for it, guppie.” Then he proceeded to pounce on me.

I screamed in surprise, then quickly squealed as Cohen started tickling me. Wriggling beneath him, I pleaded between breathless laughs, “No … stop … please … don’t!”

We were both laughing hysterically as I flailed beneath Cohen’s much larger frame, failing to free myself. After a few more seconds of torture, I was able to buck him up enough to squeeze out from under him and run to the bathroom.

I was panting for air as I leaned against the door. “We’re even,” Cohen called from the other side of the door, “for now.”

I fixed my disheveled hair and put on one of the plush robes before coming out. Cohen was under the covers of the bed waiting for me. “Thought we could have a sleepover tonight,” he said, patting the bed next to him.

The thought of waking up to a naked Cohen with morning wood ran through my head. Smiling, I removed the robe and slipped under the covers next to him.

He spooned me, nuzzling his face in my neck. “I can’t wait to fuck you in the morning.”

The smile was still on my face as I drifted off to sleep.

Waking up to Cohen was as amazing as I’d expected. He fucked me so good that we went several rounds and didn’t get out of bed until well past noon.

Though I was sore, I tried not to show my discomfort around Cohen. I knew he’d tease me relentlessly about it, and I didn’t need to give him more reasons to do that.

We ordered room service and ate out on the balcony. “What’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?” I asked after taking a sip of my coffee.

Cohen arched a brow at me. “More mind-blowing sex?”

I laughed, almost spitting out my coffee. “I guess sea days can be sex days.”

Cohen chuckled, his eyes gleaming deviously. “I like the way you think.”

Cohen wasn’t joking. We spent the rest of that day having sex. He even fucked me on the balcony after we’d finished eating. We only stopped to go to dinner, and we barely made it back to our room before Cohen wanted me again.

As I laid in bed that night cuddled next to Cohen, I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening between us; if it was just a fling or if it would turn into something more like it had for my brother and Aubrey.

A small spark of hope blossomed in my chest at the thought that maybe, just maybe, I could get a happily ever after, after all.

Chapter Eight

After waking Adele up with another round of morning sex, we got ready for our first day at port. She was beyond excited, and surprisingly so was I. I’d dreaded the cruise for so long once Cara died that it was strange to be excited about it.

Our first port was the Bay of Islands, where we had picked out a stand-up paddleboarding and ecotour excursion.

Our excursion was in the late morning, so we had time for breakfast before heading out.

“Have you ever paddleboarded before?” Adele asked as we went through the breakfast buffet line.

“Not the standing kind. Have you?”

Adele shook her head. “Nope. I hope I don’t make a fool of myself.”

I chuckled. “Well, at least we’ll be learning something new together. And we can both make fools of ourselves."

She smiled at me. “Sounds like a plan.”

After we ate, we got in the line for the tender boat since cruise ships were too large to dock at the Bay of Islands port.

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