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“Camila—fuck, yes—Cam.”

Thick, hot streams of his release coat my stomach, warmth spilling over my skin, his lower half shaking, his breath ragged, uneven, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he’s erupting.

My chest heaves, my skin damp and overheated, my limbs weak and boneless.

I reach down, click off the vibrator, my head still spinning, my pulse erratic, the room now thick with our scent of sex and sweat. I turn my head, ready to say something, to crack a joke, to anchor us back to reality before we fall too far off the deep end.

But before I even move.

Reece jerks up, pushing off the bed so fast he stumbles, his chest rising and falling as if he just ran a marathon. He grabs his robe, yanks it around himself, his fingers fumbling with the belt like he’s afraid I’ll rip it off.

His warm release cools on my skin as his face shuts down completely. I blink, trying to process why he’s acting as if he’s committed a goddamn felony. “Reece, that was—”

“So wrong.”

What?

“Jesus, Cam.” His hand shakes as his gaze darts everywhere but me. “I’m sorry. Are you—good? I mean, fuck. Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay. I think that’s obvious—”

“I’m sorry.” He grabs his phone, fumbling with it in a mad dash to exit.

Like he regrets what happened.

So then why did he shout my name when he came?

Before I can say a single fucking word…

He’s gone.

And the door slams shut on the hottest orgasm of my life.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

REECE

“Canyouhearme?Mr. Dare?”

A man’s voice pierces my consciousness like an aggressive alarm clock. I grunt in protest. Something feels… off.

Shit. Where the hell am I?

Reality trickles in slowly—the hardwood floor beneath me, a crick in my neck, and the distinct sense that I made some monumentally stupid decisions last night.

I crack one eye open, and—motherfucker—there’s Kai in all his glistening glory, towering over me like a tropical Hercules. His long dark hair is swept up in that signature man bun. And his sarong? Crafted from fabric so flimsy it’s basically a paper towel trying to house his anaconda.

The thing moves, and I bolt upright so fast my spine cracks like a glowstick. “Fuck!”

“Ah, wonderful!” Kai’s voice booms. “Let us welcome the divine light of a new day!”

Blinding sunlight floods in as resort staff fling open the massive sliding wall doors. The whole space transforms to an open-air oasis in one point five seconds. Sheer white curtains ripple in the morning breeze, smacking me upside the head with waves of floral and salty sea air. The ocean crashes in the distance, and birds chirp—a little too smugly for my liking—because I know what they’re saying.

Bro, you done fucked up.

The floors are polished bamboo(which my spine now despises), and a thatched roof arches high above the white walls. The room seamlessly blends with the outside world, offering a straight shot of blue sky and ocean. It’s the kind of place Cam would sigh over, framing it perfectly, while I stood next to her, secretly eyeing her instead of the horizon.

I glance down at my wrinkled robe, and everything comes rushing back. Cam. The vibrator. Her stretched out on our bed—my wildest fantasy come true. The way she moaned my name. Touching myself while watching her. Then… oh yeah, I ran away like a fucking coward.

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