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This attraction between us isn’t me being delusional. It’s a full-blown I-want-you-and-can’t-get-you-out-of-my-mind-until-something-happens attraction.

Later in the evening, my friends and I decide to play beach volleyball.

I look down at the bright yellow two-piece peeking out from under my cover-up. Standing next to Erica on the beach I check the scrap of material called a swimsuit. “I'm not sure about this two piece, Erica. One wrong bounce and people are going to get a eye full. More than I want anyone to see who isn't a contender for me to sleep with.”

“You look hot. I don't know what you’re complaining about. If I had your T&A I would be popping them out all over the place like party favors.” She smiles, trying to jiggle her breasts in her noticeable modest, black, one-piece bathing suit.

“Stop it.“ I laugh. “You're drawing attention to us. It's not a volleyball friendly suit. I'll be pulling, tugging, and securing the entire game instead of watching the ball.“

A smile raises the corner of her lip. “And Steven’s eyes will be watching you instead of the ball. Win-win. Too late to change. The game’s about to start.” She pops me on the ass. “Let's go, chica.” She sprints off to the net.

“Erica.” She’s using me for a distraction to win the game. I should be upset. Maybe I should change into a secure one-piece, but what the hell. Erica is a fierce competitor, and she likes to win. So do I.

I turn my head, drop my cover-up, and Steven’s eyes widen. I do a half turn showing the back. He gives me two thumbs up, and I smile shaking my head for being so cheeky, pun intended. But what catches my eyes over Steven’s shoulder is Ian practically drooling. I swear he licks his lips.

As long as he’s interested in looking my way, the two-piece is here to stay.

Five of my friends and I are on one side, and six of my parents’ friends are against us. The thirties and forty-somethings hold up against us surprisingly well. We’re tied near the end of the game, and then my competitive side takes over. I forget about enticing Ian; I’m in going-to-kick-ass, win-this-game, mode. I get so carried away, I make a jumping leap, spiking the ball to win. My breast falls out my top, but once again, thanks to my quick reflexes, I save myself from an accidental porn scene on the beach. After high-fiving my team, and an extra long hug from Steven, my team decides they're going to take a victory swim in the pool before changing into our evening clothes.

I tell Steven to go ahead while I get a drink of water, which is delightedly near Ian. I make my way over, grab a bottle, and lie next to him.

“Hey.” I smile extending one leg and bend the other, pushing my chest out to give him the best possible view of me. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help myself. Look at him, he's a man, not a boy, and he needs to know I'm not just some young girl, but a woman who's interested in him, as much as he seems interested in me.

“I believe your outfit is…risqué for coed beach volleyball.” His piercing eyes roll up and down my body, lingering on the expanse of my bare chest, before he settles his sight on my face. A flush of heat creeps over me.

“You sound like my father, Uncle Ian, or should I start saying,Boss, for next week?” I look straight at him, teasing.

He smiles. “Ian. Just Ian, Jade.”

I love the way he says my name. “Okay, just Ian. Instead of trying to give me a lecture on proper beach attire, shouldn't you be reconnecting with Aunt Callie?” I point my head in her direction. One thing I'm not going to do, is come between people who have genuine feelings for each other. Even more of a no-go if he's checking me out, and is still into my aunt. Let's see how free and clear he is of her.

He stares at her, then looks at me. “We haven't connected in years. We’re just friends.”

“With benefits,” I say. At his surprise I smile.

“Excuse me?” He sits his shades higher on his head.

“Come on, don't look shocked. A lot of people are friends with benefits.” I lean closer to him and his perfectly kissable sculpted lips, imagining how strong and firm they would be against mine.

“I don't believe this is an appropriate topic for us. How old are you again?”

“Twenty. An adult.”

One of his brows rises. “Hmm, debatable.”

I sense a debate maybe coming which would be pointless to me. Feeling emboldened by the obvious appraisal of my body by his eyes minutes ago, I snatch his glasses, holding them out of his reach when he grabs for them. I triumphantly smile, putting them on, and walking toward the water. He sits back, crossing his legs with a smile I know is for me.

I need to clear myhead of Jade. I wander down the back stairs of the beach house in to the meditation garden tired of trying to concentrate on the conversation going on around me, and tired of Elena putting Callie and me together. It wouldn't be a problem if Jade weren’t invading my every thought for the three days I've been here. I had a close view of everything she shouldn't have been displaying, with that guy salivating over her yesterday. Today isn't any better. The bathing suit should be torched, for all the eyes it has landing on her curves. Monday can't come soon enough. I'll drive home tomorrow—early in the morning.

She breezed in here excited smiling and beautiful as hell the first day. I was checking her out until Elena said, “You remember your Uncle Ian, give him a hug.” I don't know what I was expecting her to look like, but this wasn't it. To be honest, I never paid much attention to her. I was all about Callie and wanting to get engaged. When that didn't happen, and she crushed me with her admitted truth, we broke up. Since that time, I've only been in occasional contact with Callie a few times.

“Aunt Callie and my parents are looking for you.”

I turn to look at Jade. My eyes are bestowed with the most alluring sight. A calf length black, almost entirely sheer nightgown, clings to the soft curves of her beautiful body.

“What are you doing out here?”

“I thought I'd come get you.” She moves closer to me. Indecently close in what she's wearing, invading my personal space. Her breasts nearly on full display for me once again. Only the thinnest straps keeping me from seeing her firm high breasts, and keeping me in wonder of what they must feel like in the palms of my hands.