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When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at my reflection. Pushing off from the door, I moved closer, my eyes on the large handprint wrapped around my throat. I swear my uterus clenched at the sight of his handprint, and a throbbing started between my thighs, causing an ache I wouldn’t be able to ease myself.

Trying to steady my breathing, I touched the handprint almost reverently, my mind replaying our kiss.

The power in his grip should have scared me, it should have sent me running, but… I wanted him more than ever. I felt safe with Flynn, that hadn’t changed, and the confidence he wore whenever he took charge of a situation only made me more comfortable with him. The way he looked at me after grabbing my throat and the way he’d kissed me as if his life depended on it were the hottest things to ever happen to me.

If anyone else had tried that with me, I’d have been seeing red flags in my head waving like crazy. But not with him. I knew he’d never hurt me, and there was something inside me that craved the way he just took charge and took what he wanted. More than that, he insisted on giving me what I needed… even when I hadn’t known I’d needed it.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and I jumped. “You okay, Angel?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. Be out in a moment,” I called, feeling my face heat at the sound of Flynn’s voice. Turning on the water, I set about washing off all the clay before it could set, a little disappointed to lose Flynn’s mark on my throat. I took a few extra seconds to wet my arms and the back of my neck. I needed to cool down so I could get through the rest of the day without climbing Flynn like a tree. Because one thing had become crystalclear in the last few minutes.

I wanted Flynn, even if it was just for a few days.

When I opened the door a moment later, Flynn was leaning beside it waiting. His eyes searched mine, curious, worried, before slowly slipping to my now bare neck. I thought for a second there was a flash of disappointment in his gaze, but when he looked back at me, it was gone.

“You okay?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He searched my face some more, his brow slightly furrowed. “You sure?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

At those words, his worry disappeared, and his eyes dropped my mouth before he pushed off from the wall.

“We’re finishing up now, so I added a handle to your mug and trimmed the base. The instructor has it put aside to go in the kiln soon.”

I smiled. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Angel. I’ll be out soon. Gotta wash up,” he said with a smirk, pointing to his face. I grinned, unrepentant, and stepped away. His smile grew into a grin before he chuckled and shut himself inside the bathroom.

I was beginning to realize there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do to hear that deep, gravelly chuckle.

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Hours later, we’d been lucky enough to swim with wild dolphins—an experience I would never forget—and been treated to couple’s massages. Being mostly naked in a room with Flynn should have been an amazing experience, but it was awkward and a little frustrating. Watching another woman run her hands up and down his back and shoulders had ignited a spark of jealousy in me I didn’t know I had.

Because of that, I found it hard to relax, even with the Fabio look-a-like running his hands over my body. I wasn’t usually a fan of strangers touching me anyway, but normally I’d have made an exception for the Adonis willing and ready to rub me down with baby oil.

But no.

My attention was constantly stuck on the woman running her hands across Flynn and making no effort to hide her glee that he was her client. I mean, this was acouple’smassage. This implied a serious relationship between the clients, and she made no effort to conceal her lust for Flynn.

I hadn’t stayed for the full hour, instead opting to spend some time in the sauna before showering and meeting everyone in the lobby of the massage parlor. Most of the wedding couples looked thoroughly relaxed, and I wished I could have enjoyed it more.

After the massage, we’d been corralled onto a bus and driven to a beach-side tavern namedThe Sandy Bar & Grill.

Inside was a welcome surprise. The cooler atmosphere was a relief from the humidity outside. There was a bar that stretched across most of the right side of the building, a stage at the back, and a large open space for dancing. Tables and chairs were to the left with comfortable looking boots lining the right side of the building.

“Hi, everyone,” a man greeted, and I’d be lying if I didn’t notice how hot he was. Tall, with tattoos running up and down his right arm, shoulder-length surfer hair, and a freaking dimple in one cheek, he was good looking and knew it. “My name is Liam Mathews, and this is my place. We have seats reserved for you all this way, and I’ll have a server come by in a few minutes to collect your drink orders. If you need anything, just call out and we’ll do what we can to help.”

Flynn wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to his side, and when I looked up at him, he was dragging his gaze fromLiam to me. I raised an eyebrow. Had he noticed my attention temporarily hung on our host?

“Also, where are the bride and groom?” Liam called, his gaze bouncing between me and Flynn to Sofia and Ellis who stood on the other side of the group holding hands. Everyone looked their way and Liam grinned at them.

“We have a special set-up for you two, if you’ll follow me.”

A server popped up then, a beautiful woman with bright eyes and a wide smile.

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