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Her eyes meet mine and she grins. “Mm-hmm. I’m better than alright. That was amazing,” she murmurs, and I get into bed, pull her close, and cover us in blankets. My hand still roams as I pepper kisses to her shoulder, her back now to my front. I pull at her hips, ensuring her ass is flush with my pelvis, not wanting any space between us.

Her breathing slows, becomes rhythmic, and I shouldn’t be surprised. After a busy week, a night of dancing, and what we just experienced, we’re both exhausted.

But as she sleeps, my hand caresses up and down her side. With her naked body against mine, a new feeling builds. One that’s more intense than I have ever felt with anyone, and I swallow roughly. I want her now more than ever. And I have no idea how to keep her.

29

DAISY

Iwake to my body feeling deliciously sore. I’m not sure of the time, but as I move around on these soft sheets, I know I don’t need my morning yoga. Not only did we have enough exercise last night on the dance floor, but Connor woke me up two more times during the night, each one more pleasurable than the last.

“Mmmm. Good morning, baby girl,” he murmurs as his lips touch my bare shoulder, the heat of his body at my back. His beard is rough against my skin, but I like it.

“Morning. No run for you today?” I ask, turning my head back to look at him. I’m met with eyes that sparkle and a grin that promises too many things. It makes my belly swoop.

“I think my cardio over the last twenty-four hours warrants a rest day,” he says, making me chuckle.

“My muscles feel the same way,” I tell him, and he peppers a few more kisses to my skin.

“Let me help with that a bit…”

I wonder what he means before I feel his large hands on my back, and he starts to massage me.

“Ohhhhhh,” I moan. It feels fantastic. As someone who gives a lot of treatments, I’m usually too busy to get them for myself, and right now, Connor’s hands are warm and strong, moving around my back, exactly where I need them. “Wow. You’re good at this.” My eyes close as I enjoy his touch.

“I like touching you. Besides, I made your muscles sore, so it’s the least I can do to make you feel better,” he teases, and I smile.

“If you didn’t have plans today, I would like to do something with you.”

My breath catches. Am I surprised? Not entirely. Am I excited? Beyond belief. But I’m almost a little taken aback. I mean, I wasn’t sure we were anything. Last night was amazing, but he could just ask me to leave and we go on our merry way. Instead, he wants to spend time with me, and I know that shouldn’t be unusual, and maybe to anyone else, it isn’t. But my history tells me that in the morning, men make excuses and leave. Connor wants to spend the daylight hours with me too. On a weekend, with no rushing out this morning. My heart blooms at the prospect.

“I’m free,” I tell him, watching him carefully.

“Good. I want us to go to the springs,” he says, and I raise my eyebrows, smile widening.

“The springs?” I confirm as I roll around, my chest now against his. His hand moves instantly, skimming up my side, grabbing my ass cheek before running down my leg and hooking around the back of my knee. As he pulls my leg over his hips, I feel him hard at my core.

My pulse thuds in my ears as arousal builds in my center, my hips moving automatically against his.

“Mm-hmm… I’m going to teach you to swim.”

I blink a few times, wondering if I heard him right.

“Teach me to swim?”

“Well, after knowing you were there yesterday with the models for the spa, I couldn’t work at all thinking that you had drowned. So yeah, I'm going to teach you to swim.”

The fact that he was worried about me like that warms me from the inside out. I’ve always wanted to learn how to swim; it just wasn’t something I did growing up. My parents weren’t really into the beach or water, so it hasn’t ever been something I gravitated to.

“I guess a drowned staff member isn’t good for business,” I quip, biting my bottom lip as his finger hits my clit, and I gasp in a breath. “Now it makes sense why you barged in here yesterday like a man on a mission. Here I thought you were just being a Peeping Tom.” I can’t hold back my giggle at how his eyes narrow with my teasing.

“I thought I may have fucked the sass right out of you last night, but it appears I was wrong,” he murmurs deep and low.

“I guess so…” My eyes close as he continues to circle my clit. “What time do you want to go?” I ask, though there’s no way I’m leaving this bed with his hands working me over like this.

“After I make you come again one more time,” he says, moving his hips against mine, and in a matter of moments, his name is the only thing on my lips, the sass completely fucked right out of me.

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