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“It’s very sweet. Very 1950s.”

“I’m a sweet guy.”

“Yes,” I said, laughing. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He pulled me onto his lounger. I straddled him, both of us grinning like idiots.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Say it again.”

“I’ll be your girlfriend, Austin Bancroft.”

“One more time.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

I did. God help me, I really did.

He kissed me then, deep and claiming, his hands sliding up my sides. I melted into him. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive not spending every waking and sleeping moment with him.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were dark with desire. “We should go back to our room,” he said.

“We should stay up here and enjoy the sun.”

His hand slid down to cup my ass and squeeze. He pulled my lower body against his erection. “We could enjoy each other.”

“Austin, the crew.”

“The crew knows to give us privacy.”

“But we’re right out here in the open.”

He kissed me again, cutting off my protests. And God, I couldn’t think when he kissed me like that. Couldn’t remember why we should stop.

“Say yes,” he murmured against my lips.

“Yes.”

He stood, lifting me with him, and carried me toward the stairs leading to our stateroom. I laughed, wrapping my legs around his waist, not caring who saw us.

We were official now.

Tomorrow it would be back to reality.

But right now, on our last day in paradise, we had this.

CHAPTER 47

AUSTIN

Two days back in New York, and I was still adjusting to reality. The transition from a yacht in Tahiti to the penthouse in Manhattan had been jarring. Gone were the ocean views and constant sunshine, replaced by gray skies and the perpetual honking of city traffic. Gone was the crew catering to our every need, replaced by takeout containers and my barely functional coffeemaker.

But the biggest adjustment? Not having Melody within arm’s reach at all times.