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“Damn, girl. You look hot as hell,” Romeo hollers, making me laugh.

“Doesn’t she?” Collie exclaims, looking at me proudly. “I kept telling her how perfect that bikini looks on her.”

“What do you think, Jones?” Luca calls out, obviously badgering him.

Jones’ stare is carnal. Starving, in fact. He runs his thumb across his lip from across the pool deck with a stare of pure dominance.

I send him a small wave before lying back and soaking in the Mediterranean sunshine.

He doesn’t react and doesn’t come closer. It’s not until heavy footfalls tell me Jones has stormed off, making me wonder what’s in store.

6

JONES

I just madeeither the smartest or stupidest proposition of my life.

No woman has the right to be that damn beautiful. But Capri radiates charm and has a magnetism I can’t pinpoint. I see hurt lingering in her eyes, hurt that matches my own. Maybe that’s where the pull comes from?

I may have done myself a disservice requesting her for the remainder of her trip.

I couldn’t resist.

I have to know her—to be close to her.

After all the years of random women warming my bed, something about Capri feels a little too real.

That’s the part that alarms me. She doesn’t come off as a woman who has one-night stands or vacation hookups.

No, she’s a take home to mama and meet the family kind of woman.

I can feel it.

That’s where my hesitation lies. I should be running full speed ahead…in the opposite direction. However, it’s too late to go back in time now. I have no regrets, and I’m prepared to be fucked in the end. Although, I’ll never let her know that.

I can let myself enjoy a beautiful woman for a week and then say goodbye.

At least, I’ll force myself to believe that.

I didn’t expect to see Capri on my yacht. When Romeo and Luca mentioned they met a woman who was bringing their sister, the thought didn’t even occur to me.

Thank fuck Romeo did something right for once. He’s been on my shit list lately and this just wiped his sorry slate clean.

The moment I stood back, watching her thick ass walk away from me, I knew I was thoroughly fucked. I had to walk away before I did something stupid. My cock had never been so rock hard before over the mere sight of someone.

And now, Capri is out there having a good time with my friends and guests, while I’m cooped up in this cabin, hiding like a pussy because I can’t control the way my body reacts to her.

I want to fuck her and get to know her.What the hell is happening?

I’m thirty-nine, a successful business owner, and most days, an arrogant asshole. It’s time I start changing things up a bit.

I make a quick stop in the kitchen and head back out to the pool with a tray of snacks: fruit, whipped cream, fresh veggies, hummus, and another bottle of prosecco. I could have brought other drinks that the rest of the guests were drinking, but my focus was on Capri.

“There he is. Where’d you run off to?” Romeo asks with a wink.

“Figured you guys might want something to eat while we sail,” I say, setting the tray on a nearby table.

“Thanks, man,” Luca says, reaching for a strawberry.

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