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She didn’t want him to address what part was said.

Who she was that he didn’t correct, nor the comparison to his father.

She’d be lying if she didn’t say both touched a chord of disappointment inside of her.

But he wouldn’t put a scene on any more than she would.

Those people didn’t know Arik.

And she had to admit, she didn’t either.

What she knew was how he made her feel.

His touch left her flushed with heat, his gaze sent jolts of electricity racing through her, and his kisses stirred a hunger that left her breathless and aching.

And all those kisses werepecks!

Imagine how much more she’d feel if he kissed her the way she truly wanted.

“I controlled what I could,” he said. “I left. I’m sure there will be comments about that too.”

“Do you care?”

“No.”

“Then say no more. You met your obligation and it’s over. We’ll get some sleep, some food in the morning, then fly back to the island.”

Where she’d be more grounded.

Have her bearings around her and be able to focus rather than feel.

It’s not something she’d ever allowed herself in the past. This fake relationship was turning out to be more than she bargained for.

Then she had to remind herself that they had gone on a few dates prior.

It could be the start of the real thing.

If he didn’t jackrabbit out when his time was up.

Until she knew the answer to that, she wasn’t opening more. She couldn’t.

It wasn’t worth the risk to her heart.

“I need to get this suit off and take a shower,” he said.

He went to his bag and grabbed a pair of shorts. It was after eight and though early for bed, she was exhausted mentally and physically.

The wine might play a part in it.

“I’ll change out here,” she said.

The minute the shower was on and she heard the curtain move, she unzipped the back of her dress, let it fall to the floor, then stepped out of it. Her bra was off with her stockings, a T-shirt and cotton shorts in its place.

She climbed under the covers to warm up and wait.

What she hadn’t expected was to wake up in the dark, heavy breathing on her neck, an arm around her waist, and a stiff dick against her butt.

Hard not to notice that even through their clothing.