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Some people see stars when they have a mind-bending orgasm. All I see is Gavin Scott. And he looks good.

He watches me ride it out like I’m performing a magic trick. And once my body stops shaking with pleasure, he flips us in one swift movement. His mouth comes down, kissing me hard. And he doesn’t stop when he thrusts inside me, again and again until he falls apart.

Gavin groans through his orgasm, but never takes his lips off mine. He doesn’t even move them when he starts talking.

“Olivia Diamond,” he breathes. Our noses brush against each other. “You areexceptionallygood at that. Five stars. Eleven out of ten.” He pants hard on the last few words. “Let’s never leave this bed.”

I laugh as he rolls off of me and throws an arm across my chest.

We lay together, completely boneless for a long moment, listening to nothing but our racing hearts and the ocean breeze. I finally get up to slip off my heels, glad they’ve officially been put to good use, and get right back into bed.

“I really need a shower,” he says softly against my side. “But I don’t like the idea of not being able to kiss you.”

I laugh and turn to face him. “Sounds like a real prisoner’s dilemma.”

“Join me?” he asks.

I try and decide how much it would kill the mood to say I don’t want to wash my hair again. It really takes forever to dry.

“How about a bath?” I offer. “I’ve been eyeing that tub since we got here yesterday.”

He slowly starts to nod, and then he’s kissing me again, and suddenly he hops out of bed and glides into the bathroom. I hear the water running a second later.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

GAVIN

Saturday night turnsinto Sunday and we both blow off our planned activities. I feel a little guilty remembering how excited Liv was for a spa day, but I figure I’m helping her release tension too.

It’s a weird feeling, to finally get what you’ve wanted for so long. You worry that your expectations are too high, or you’ve built something up in your head that doesn’t fit the reality. Being with Liv feels like the opposite, like I never had a fucking clue how amazing this girl is.

We almost miss the shuttle back to Puerto Vallarta, but luckily Daanesh has them hold it for us. And when we get on, we’re met with a bunch of hushed whispers.

Liv gives me a questioning look when we sit, but I don’t have a clue what to say. Then Andie is there shoving Liv onto my lap so she can sit with us.

“What’s going on?” Liv asks her friend.

Andie looks sheepish, like she’s not sure she wants to answer the question, even though she came over here on her own.

“I heard a few of the guys talking.”

“And?” I ask.

“So, I don’t know if he was drunk or just being petty but Ian was talking about you a lot last night. After you two left the club. Which, by the way…not a very subtle exit.”

I grin, remembering how badly I wanted to get Liv alone that we actually started running.

“What was he saying?” Liv asks.

“Just the usual bullshit. How you’re pretending to be into Gavin to try and make Ian jealous. That he’s above the childish gimmicks, blah blah.”

What a dick. He just doesn’t want to admit he wants her back.

“Sounds like Ian,” Liv replies coolly. “But why all the whispers?”

“I wasn’t around for this part,” Andie continues. “But I guess a bunch of people were partying on the beach doing acid,”—no surprise there—“and someone pointed out your villa. I think they were just mentioning the upgrade, but Ian like ran over and tried to get in.”

“What the hell?” Liv whisper-yells.

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