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“I had to keep my mind off things.”

He frowns. “Sher…”

“About that bet, bird boy.” I take a bite of a yummy taco. “Eat fast if you want to win it. Otherwise, if I win, I’ll put you on demo duty with Mateo and Nicolás.”

I’ve never seen a man devour his food so quickly.

Guess it looks like he’ll win.

I’ll be naked and beneath him within the hour.

Sometimes losing isn’t so bad.

Chapter 28

Camilo

We walk up to my villa and I arch a brow at her. I can’t help but feel proud of all she’s done toMamá’s hotel. All she plans to do. I’ve never seenMamáso happy. She smiled and not just for me or for Eduardo, but for Sheridan as well.

“You stole my house?”

She scoffs. “I bought your house. It was a packaged deal.”

I can’t even be mad at her because she’s so damn beautiful. When we walk inside, my eyes bug out of my head. All of my things remain. Pictures of my parents and me when I was a kid. Airplane décor randomly scattered through the two-room villa. Every single thing I left remains.

But it’s been added to.

A bookshelf full of books. Some girly throw pillows. Even a desk with a sleek MacBook Pro sitting on top and a trendy lamp.

Sheridan shrugs her shoulders and gestures to my space—our space. “If you don’t find this ideal, I can always have one of your cousins move your things to another villa.”

I come up behind her and hug her, kissing the top of her head. “Having all your stuff mixed with mine? Can’t say I hate the idea,abejita.”

She turns in my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I pull her closer to me so we’re smashed up against one another. At first, her kiss is tentative. Explorative and unsure. I let her have her fill as I grip her nice ass. All it takes is one nibble of her teeth on my bottom lip to have me losing control. I lift her up so I can carry her. Her legs wrap around my waist. Neither of us loses stride in our kiss.

We make it to my bed—our bed—and I drop her onto it. She shoots me a venomous look, but I’m not intimidated by the mean Sheridan Reid. Not when she looks so fucking hot with her dress pushed up her thighs revealing a lacy pair of pink panties to me.

Panties that should belong to me.

With a crooked grin, I peel them down her thighs and stuff them in my pocket. “Mine.”

“Gross. Are you a caveman?”

“Cavemen didn’t steal panties.”

“Frat boy?”

I snort. “Nope.”

“Then your regular run of the mill creep, huh?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner.”

“Does Carson know you’re a little freak or is this a secret only I know?”

“Carson has no room to talk about panty stealing or kinky shit.”

“Why’s that?”

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