Page 51 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

Chase leans in and whispers, “You’re the hurricane and the high tide.”

I retort, “You’re the reason I can’t keep furniture in one place.”

He grins, “You’re the reason I’m going to be bald or completely gray before I’m thirty.”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “My magical pussy is the reason your face is so hydrated.”

We’re disgusting.

It’s perfect.

We spend the remainder of the day, and the night, just us. Loving, laughing, and having wild sex in inappropriate places.

The sun is up, the beach house is empty of our things and it’s time to head home.

Just before we leave—in my Jeep because Chase took an Uber here with the sole intention of coming home with me at the end of the retreat—I stop, pull out my phone, and do the thing I’ve been dying to do since our chat earlier in the week.

I text Mari Lynn.

Roxy

It’s 9:12AM on Sunday. Still married. Definitely not naked. Right now.

Might’ve licked banana bread off his abs. He cried during eye contact sex.

Almost threw a chair at my ex. And a shark tried to eat Chase’s penis.

Retreat was a success.

Tequila and a debrief sesh needed ASAP.

She replies almost instantly.

Mari Lynn

I just screamed into a linen pillow.

At the condo. LA was exhausting but it always is.

Get your asses here.

I’m saving you a margarita, a hug, and a tiny bikini you’re definitely wearing.

And I want Every. Damn. Detail.

Oh, and everything is all good at work. Melody is the best. She needs a raise.

I grin and slip my phone into my bag while looking at Chase. “You ready to crash someone else’s party before we head back to the real world?”

He lifts a brow and grins. “I was born ready to steal the spotlight.”

CHAPTER 8

BIKINI DIPLOMACY AND TEQUILA DEBRIEFS

ROXY

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