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He turns the knob and opens the door, and I’m thoroughly impressed by how inviting this room is. The floor is covered in a plush, sheepskin rug, the bed is decked out with a fluffy, inviting down comforter, and the walls are the most relaxing shade of gray—so pale it’s almost white.

“Bathroom’s through there.” He nods to the door on the far side of the room. “Towels are stocked. Probably some soap too. You want a shirt or something to sleep in?”

I glance down at my ensemble of linen shorts and a tank top. “Nah, I’m good. Thank you, Alden.”

He looks me up and down, smiling. “Yeah, you are. G’night. I’m the next room over if you need me.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Things are feeling awkward now. Without Tatum as a buffer, it’s safe to say both of our minds are venturing back to earlier today.

Alden turns to go, giving the door frame two taps as he passes it. “Sleep tight,” he murmurs, and then he’s gone.

CHAPTER 34

ALDEN

The thoughtof Natalie sleeping under the same roof as me—especially after us damn near fucking in the pool—has me way too keyed up to sleep.

I’m hard enough to pound nails—though I’d rather pound Natalie—and hornier than a fourteen-year-old boy with his first nudie magazine. Basically, shit is dire over here, and I have no choice but to relieve some of this tension flowing through me.

I shuck off my sweats and lie back onto my bed, propped up against my headboard. I let my eyes drift shut as my right hand trails down my abdomen, lower and lower, calling my go-to Natalie fantasy to mind.

We’re finally alone together after exchanging looks all night long; you know, the kind that say,Let’s get naked. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her between my legs. I pop the button to her skin-tight jeans, loving the way she blushes as I pull them down, revealing her pale pink lace thong to me—Goddamn. I waste no time removing her shirt and matching bra. Girl’s a goddess.

She nibbles her lower lip and asks, “What about you?”

“What about me, Small Fry?” I run my hands over the firm swell of her ass, up her sides and palm her tits. They’re barelya handful, but that’s okay—just means they’ll be a perfect mouthful.

“Are you gonna take your clothes off too?”

I lean forward and suck her left nipple into my mouth, nibbling and kissing it before showing her right side the same attention. “Do you want me to?”

“Y-yes,” she moans, her head thrown back.

Once I’m naked, I slide her thong down and press a soft kiss to her right hip, trailing my tongue across and dipping low before kissing the left hip as well.

I pull her into me and roll us so that she’s on her back and I’m hovering over her. We’re both a little tipsy, but damn, I think it’s making us both feel more. “You sure, Small Fry?”

“More than ever.” She sounds like she means it, and I press forward, meeting resistance. “Keep going,” she gasps out, sounding almost in pain.

“Oh, holy shit!” My erection dies a painful death. I feel fucking sick. I race from my bed to my en-suite bathroom, where I promptly lose the delicious dinner and popcorn from earlier tonight.

All this time, that’s been my go-to spank bank material—a fucking fantasy. Except, I’m pretty sure it’s not make-believe. I’m pretty sure that’s a memory of the night Tatum was created.

A few dry heaves later, I’m in the shower, trying my best to chill the fuck out. That couldn’t have been a memory, right? Nah. Unless…

Fuck.

I shut off the water and throw my sweats back on, not bothering to dry off. I need to talk to Nat.I have to talk to Nat.

Singularly focused on getting to the bottom of this…epiphany, I tear out of my room and rush into the guest bedroom, not even bothering to knock.

The sight of her lying in bed, with the covers pushed down around her hips, wearing only her tank and panties while reading on her phone, just about does me in.

“We gotta talk.”

She tosses her phone down onto the bed and pulls the blanket up to cover her.Pity.“About what? Is everything okay?”

I sit on the edge of the bed. “Fuck, Nat. I don’t know. I…I think I remembered.”

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