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Every stroke, every time he drags his cock out of me and slams back in again, has me seeing stars. And not the ones that are glittering in the sky behind him. I’m spinning, soaring, flying with every touch, every kiss, every time we connect.

It’s beautiful.

It’s electric.

It’s…everything.

My pleasure builds like a storm, tightening my muscles and stealing my breath.

“Paxton,” I gasp his name. “I’m…I’m…”

“Yes,” he growls, increasing his pace, fucking me so hard the water splashes around us.

I moan as pleasure rips through me, a cascade of sparks and heat that spill over my entire body.

Pax’s release follows my own, only drawing out the sensation as he spills himself inside me. He keeps pumping into me, slowing until we’re still in the water, clinging to each other as we catch our breath.

I kiss him, slow and languid, just because I can.

And after we’re out of the pool, dried off and cozy under the covers of the bed, I settle against his chest and fall asleep knowing I never want to wake up from the dream we’ve fallen into.

CHAPTER 11

PAXTON

“And then themanager came looking for us,” I say through my laughter, tilted on my side where I lounge on the beach chair closest to Monroe.

“And we had to hide in the utility closet for an hour.” Monroe is laughing so hard she’s holding her side, looking absolutely stunning in her sarong and swimsuit combo.

I shrug, reeling in my laughter. “We found ways to entertain ourselves.”

“Better than getting our parents kicked out of the hotel for stealing stuff off the hotel carts.” She tilts her sunglasses down so she can eye me.

“Hey, those mints were my favorite at the time,” I argue with a smile.

She fixes her sunglasses, grinning at me as she rolls to her back, stretching out in the long beach chair. She looks ahead, to the ocean that’s softly lapping toward where we set up the chairs on the white sandy beach.

There are a few other patrons several yards away from us, but we mostly have this section to ourselves.

“Still can’t get over how stunning this place is,” Monroe says, glancing toward me, her head resting against the chair.

“It’s pretty incredible from where I’m sitting,” I agree, but I’m looking directly at her.

Her full lips shape a smile. “Definitely different from all the other vacations we’ve taken before,” she says.

I chuckle. “Definitely.” I swallow hard, heat zapping across my body at the thought of just how different this vacation has been. I’ve been living out my wildest fantasies with the girl of my dreams, and I keep waiting for the moment I’ll wake up. “We mostly stuck to hiking or other excursions on family trips,” I continue. “Not...”

“Not using each other as the excursion?” Monroe offers when I pause, and then we’re both laughing again. “Can you imagine?” she asks casually.

“I can imagine a lot of things,” I say. “Be more specific.” I reach over the small space between us, interlacing our fingers.

“If we’d tried anything like this before,” she answers, tracing the back of my hand with her fingers.

I grin. “We’d probably be married by now,” I say before I can think better of it.

Monroe stiffens next to me, dropping my hand in a no-so-casual way.

I cringe. “Or married and divorced by now,” I hurry to say, trying miserably to cover my slipup.

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