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She lifts the camera to her eye and snaps a few pictures of me.

I tower over her, but she doesn’t let it deter her. She tilts the camera towards the sky and takes a few more before letting the camera fall back down around her neck.

Her gaze moves to my biceps. “So, are you done with your workout, or do you have more to do?”

With her around in a skimpy bikini, there’s no hope of me getting out all of my sexual tension. “I just finished and was going to head back inside to shower and eat.”

Seeing a frown on her face, I add, “Unless you want to hang out here and relax in the sun for a little while longer.”

She narrows her eyes as she contemplates the two options.

When her stomach lets out a loud growl, I chuckle, and she says, “Food sounds good.”

Reaching down, I grab her hands and pull her up into a standing position. Our chests brush against one another for a moment before I take a step back.

I pick up our towels and follow her back to the hotel lobby. The elevator is packed, so we have to squeeze in like a can of sardines.

Neither one of us speaks until we are back in our room.

I place the beach towels on the edge of the bed. “I’ll take a quick shower and then we can order some food.”

“Take your time.”

She places her camera on her end table as I grab some clothes and head into the bathroom. As soon as I close the door behind me, I realize I didn’t give her a chance to shower first.

I fling the bathroom door open and walk back into the open room. “Hey, I should have asked if you wanted to-”

My voice cuts off and I freeze in my spot as my gaze wanders over her near naked body.

Her bikini top is laying on the bed in front of her and her hand is pulling at the string on her hip.

I might have dreamed of something like this happening, but never in a million years did I ever think it would come true.

Neither one of us speaks. My gaze is locked onto her perfectly round breasts.

Her nipples harden the longer I stare at them.

I know I should look away, but I can’t, as my blood has decided to go straight to my cock.

She gulps loudly and I’m finally able to break my gaze off her exposed breasts. As our gazes lock, she blushes bright red before the realization hits that she’s standing topless in front of me.

Breaking my gaze, she reaches down and grabs her cover up, pulling it against her chest to conceal her exposed breasts.

I know if I look down, I’ll be able to see through the mesh, but I keep my gaze locked on her face.

After I regain some composure, I am the first to speak. “I’m sorry.”

Pushing the embarrassment to the side, she looks back at me and shrugs. “No big deal. It happens. Now, what were you saying?”

It takes a minute to get back to my original train of thought. “Would you like to shower first?”

“Oh, umm, I was just planning on showering when I got home later today.”

That makes sense since we will be back home in a few hours. “Right. Well, I’ll be just a few minutes.”

When the bathroom door closes once again behind me, I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

How did I let that happen?

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