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At the front of my suite stands Trent. He’s sweaty and wild-eyed with his chiseled chest heaving like he swam here from Oregon.

His eyes drop to my breasts, to my spread thighs and Logan’s mouth between my legs.

The strangest expression floods Trent’s face as he stares. “Jesus.”

CHAPTER 4

TRENT

I’ve seen Sara in a bathing suit.

Sara with her top unbuttoned, her lush breasts spilling into my palms.

I’ve even seen Sara come apart with my fingers stroking her through damp satin, her head tilted back as she whimpers with pleasure.

But I’ve never seen anything more stunning than Sara with her legs spread wide, screaming another man’s name.

“Freeze, asshole!”

There’s a shout from behind me and the dull thud of footsteps. I brace for the impact, unable to tear my eyes off the woman I love.

These guards have been chasing me from the moment I stepped off the boat. If I hadn’t spent eight years training my body to maneuver in crisis, I wouldn’t have made it to this room.

Which would have been a shame becausemy God.

“Sara.” It sounds like a prayer, like a whisper of reverence. Maybe I’m dreaming and that’s why no one’s tackled me yet. Why Sara sits frozen in shock, just like the shirtless guy on his knees between her legs.

His sculpted chest rises and falls, my girlfriend’s arousal slicking his chin like a badge of honor I’ve never felt worthy of. This guy got the pleasure of tasting herthere.

What a lucky fucking bastard.

“Right now!” Another shout echoes behind me. “Hands in the air, buddy.”

I could probably fight my way out of this, but I find myself raising my palms in surrender. Whatever it takes to keep my eyes glued to the sight right in front of me.

“Trent.” Sara blinks like she might be hallucinating.

The guy on his knees snatches his shirt off the floor, flinging it over her body. He’s glaring at me and I can’t really blame him. “What the fuck?”

Sara covers her breasts as she looks down at him. “Oh,” she breathes, like she’s remembering he’s there. Like she’s only just noticed how hard she came on his face.

I noticed everything. Every detail is seared in my brain forever.

When she looks back at me, I get the strangest sensation she’s about to introduce us. Like maybe I’ll walk in and shake the guy’s hand.

The hand I watched moving between Sara’s legs as she cried out and came on his fingers. As his tongue lapped that soft little swell I’ve only been able to tease through her panties.

Someone grabs me and wrenches my hands behind my back. I don’t bother fighting or looking over my shoulder. I just sink to my knees, letting some unseen force cuff my wrists.

My gaze stays glued to the guy who’s now using his body to shield Sara. As he pivots his back to the door, he flashes a U.S. Marines tattoo on one shoulder. He opens his arms, making a buffer of his broad back and biceps. As he’s craning his neck to glare at me, his eyes flash with familiar fire.

“Touch her and die.” That’s all he says, and some caveman part of me surges to fight him.

But someone behind me yanks my bound hands by the chain that’s connecting the cuffs. “You’re in so much trouble, buddy,” a guard snarls in my ear.

No kidding.

“Wait!” Sara leaps to her feet, clutching the shirt to her body as she pushes her way past the hulking Marine. “Stop! I know him. Let him go.”

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