Page 113

She’s grinning. “I know. It’s fine. I’m on birth control. I should have told you.”

“I was caught up in the moment.”

“Me too.”

I lean down to kiss her. She doesn’t push me away, and I feel myself growing again.

“Jesus, Preston, really?”

I chuckle. “I hate to break it to you, Sunny, but I fear I might be addicted.”

She laughs and kisses me again. “I think I might be, too.”

“Is that going to be a problem?”

She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over my growing cock that is still wet from her.

“Not one single bit.”

Then she climbs back on top of me.

Looks like we won’t be getting any sleep tonight.

She slides onto me and moans, her hips swirling already.

Yeah, fuck sleep.

Chapter

Twenty-Two

GRACE

For the last few days, Preston and I have spent a lot of time with his coworkers. Mostly at the meals, and there were a couple of times when we played more beach volleyball. Marcus is definitely a sore loser, so it doesn't surprise me that he's the most bitter about Preston possibly getting the CEO spot.

I think it’s safe to say that if anyone he works with doubted our relationship, they don’t now.

That would be hard to do when Preston can’t keep his hands off me. It’s as if sex switched something in his brain. If I’m around, something tells him to touch me, kiss me, or, well, fuck me.

And I’m not complaining about it one bit.

If we weren't eating with his coworkers or on the beach, we’ve been having sex. A lot of it. Like a lot, a lot. Like, I’m pretty sure I’ve had more sex in the last three days than I have in my entire life. That said, Preston planned some fun things for us to do together without his coworkers. These are the moments of the trip that have been the best.

First, there was the cocktail masterclass that is definitely at the top of my list. I’m usually a simple girl and go for a vodka soda with lime, but this class now has me ready to try all kinds of new drinks.

Then, there was the rum and chocolate pairing class. It was mind-blowing, and I may have eaten more chocolate than necessary.

The speedboat tour is not at the top of my list in any way, shape, or form. I got so sick, they had to stop the tour so that I could pull myself together before I threw up in front of everybody. Despite my queasy stomach for the remainder of that day, the way Preston cared for me was so sweet, and there was no way I was going to tell him no when he kissed down my neck, my chest, my stomach, until he had his face between my legs.

I wasn’t that sick.

Another on my list was snorkeling by moonlight. It was an experience all on its own, and number four on my list is definitely when a floating breakfast tray showed up at our cottage this morning. We ate, had sex, ate some more, had more sex, and then finally finished the breakfast tray. Now we're ready for the day and are about to go on a hike to the Superman Waterfall.

I’m really excited for this, but I’m not excited that today is the last day of our trip.

The last day for us.

I’d be a fool not to admit that keeping this going once we get off this beach is something I want.