Page 132 of The Most Perfect Wrong

“Where are you?” I call out, scanning the premises.

“Through the master suite,” he answers.

I make my way back inside, find the master bedroom, and step out onto the private outdoor patio. My eyes widen at the sight of the secluded space—a hot tub, a mini pool, loungers, a dining table, and massage tables.

“Oh my God,” I murmur, taking it all in. “How wild is it going to get out here?”

Ryan’s laugh is low, drawing my attention to him. His gaze lingers on me, slowly tracing over every inch of my body, making my pulse quicken. He licks his lips, and a mischievous grin tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, it’s going to get really wild,” he says, stepping closer until his hand grips my waist, pulling me into him. His voice drops, rough and full of promise. “I can’t stop thinking about all the different ways I could fuck you out here.”

“Ooh. Tell me more,” I murmur, sliding closer and bringing my lips to hover just over his.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” he says, kissing me deeply before giving my ass a firm smack. “Now, go get dressed so we can go.”

I whine dramatically. “Nooooo. Don’t we have time for a quickie? I’ll be fast—pop on, pop off.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “As much as I love a pop on, pop off, we don’t have time. Vivian said six o’clock for dinner, and we only have ten minutes.”

I quirk a brow, smirking. “Are you underestimating what can be done in ten minutes?”

“Are you overestimating?” He laughs, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside. “We have to get dressed.”

“Ugh. Fine,” I grumble, letting him drag me along. “But you better be ready for this build-up. Between the torturously longflight of you teasing me and now?” I point at him, grinning as I peel off my shirt. “You better just be ready for me.”

His eyes immediately drop to my chest, and I can’t help but smile. I love that it still gets him—every single time.

“I’m always ready for you,” he says, his voice low and full of heat as he opens his suitcase and starts undressing. “I could literally fuck you anytime, anywhere. Over and over.”

“Good,” I say, sliding my panties down around my ankles.

“I can’t see you like this right now, or we’re going to be late.”

Ryan turns away, quickly changing into nicer clothes, while I slip a dress over my head. Five minutes later, I’ve done the best I can to freshen up with the time I had.

We’re ten minutes late to the on-site restaurant to meet Leo and Vivian. But when we arrive, they aren’t there. Ryan sends a quick text, and three minutes later, they appear, looking guilty as hell.

“Oh my God, they totally just did it,” I whisper to Ryan.

“Sorry, mate,” Leo says, gripping the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “We, uh, got a little preoccupied.”

“Goddammit!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up. “Do you see this?” I ask, pointing at the two of them. “They’re late because they were doing it!”

Vivian throws her hands up in mock surrender. “We’re sorry, but have you seen the outdoor patios?”

“Oh, I’ve seen them!” I say, pointing at Ryan with a playful glare. “And this one here said we didn’t have time.”

Leo grins. “Well, I highly recommend being late next time, mate. Totally worth it.”

I shove Ryan lightly. “I think you forgot we were meeting the king and queen of sexcapades for dinner.”

Ryan chuckles, his arm sliding around my waist as he kisses my cheek. “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll make it up to you.”

“Yeah, you will,” I say before turning to Vivian. “Geez. He says we don’t have time for a quickie.” I shake my head dramatically. “Priorities, babe… Where’s Isla?”

“Oh, my parents took her for the evening,” Vivian says, her grin widening. “Wanted to let us have some alone time.”

We follow the hostess to our table, settling into the cozy yet elegant atmosphere of the restaurant.

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