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And somehow, the most reverent.

I slide off him, legs jelly, heart pounding. He shifts beside me, gleaming with smug delight.

“This,” he says, voice low and wicked, “was significantly better than a public bathroom.”

My laugh bursts out, ragged and real. “You think?”

“Oh, I know.” He props himself up on one elbow, trailing a finger along my thigh. “I think the whole resort heard you though.”

I cover my face with both hands, groaning. “I genuinely hate you.”

“Say that again.” His lips graze my shoulder. “And I’ll make you scream it the next time those words leave your lips.”

Well, that makes me want to say over and over, to see if he’ll make good on that promise.

I glare at him from between my fingers. “You are absolutely insufferable.”

“And you’re absolutely ruined.” His voice drops, darker now. “So…shall I prepare for round two?”

CHAPTER 41

ENEMIES TO ARCHITECTS

NOLAN

We spent the night tangled—limbslocked, skin slick, mouths greedy. Sleep came in waves, interrupted only by hands searching in the dark and soft, broken sounds whispered against my throat.

Rorie Adams is a goddamn force. Insatiable. Relentless. And I’ll never say it out loud, but she wore me the hell out.

Thanks to all of the above, I slept like a fucking rock.

When I finally stirred, the sheets were warm beside me, her scent smothering the pillow. But she was gone.

Left only a note.

See you on the beach, Rival.

I’ve got a feeling she’s about to act like nothing happened.

Too bad for her I remembereverything.

Every sound she made. Every way her body moved. Every time she begged and every time I gave in just to hear her again.

And I’ll be sure to remind her…

Slowly.

Torturously.

Endlessly.

My cock stirs at the memories and the possibilities. How she clawed at me. Bit my shoulder. Shoved her hand over my mouth like it would muffle the sounds I made when she slid down on me like sin in silk.

I’ve tasted the queen.

And now I want the whole kingdom.

The sun is already a smug bastard by the time I join the others on the beach. The sand is hot underfoot. Everything about this place is too bright, too loud.