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“And then what?”

“I want you to slide it in and out until I come,” I panted.

I stopped breathing when I felt the tip of him at my entrance. “Ask me nicely.”

“Fuck me.”

“Nicely, Emilia.”

“Fuck me, please.”

Without another word he slid into me—pushing in so quickly that my entire body froze. The water lapped up and over the edge of the pool with the force of his movement and I gasped. His chest pushed against me until I was bent forward and he began to move, his chin resting against the top of my head.

He grabbed one of my hands and pressed it, under his, against my sex. “Touch yourself here.”

And I did, and the combination of these two sensations—of him sliding inside of me from behind, and the pressure on that bundle of nerves in the front soon had me panting.

I was still sore from the last time but that did not detract from the incredible pleasure building inside me. It built more quickly, more intensely than before. I let out a shout. He slammed into me from behind, faster and faster, the water splashing all around us.

And I was coming. And this time in hot, urgent pulses that temporarily kept me from breathing. He pushed himself in deep and let out a hoarse groan and he was coming, too.

When he withdrew, I was bent against the edge of the pool, gasping for breath. He pulled me up against him, holding me to him from behind. “You swallow some water?”

I shot him a glare of mock-annoyance. “I guess I didn’t need to walk for a few days, anyway.”

His chest rumbled against my back. “I can just carry you everywhere.”

And with that he picked me up and carried me out of the pool. We dripped everywhere, as he swerved around the bed and right toward the bathroom.

This was a dream. And I never wanted to wake up. His arms were a haven around me, soothing me, giving me a sense that I was safe within them. But my heart couldn’t help but rebel—reject the new home it was being offered. It had lived imprisoned inside its own fortress for too long. I had thrown away the key to that lock years ago. Even if I wanted to, I doubted I could muster the ability to find it.

Later, I gnawed on my cold steak. I couldn’t get it down fast enough, I was so hungry.

“You know, they can heat that up for you or fire you a new one,” he said, approaching in a white terry robe, his magnificent chest peeking from its opening.

“I just made a cold steak sandwich with my roll.” I held it up for his inspection and he took a bite, nodding his head after a minute.

“That’s not bad.”

“Get your own.”

“I’m not hungry anymore. For food, anyway.” He shot me a meaningful look.

“If you are hungry for anything else, it’s going to be a while before I can recharge.”

He glanced at the clock. “It’s not too late to go out. Do you want to go up on the patio for dessert or a glass of wine?”

I eyed the bed longingly. “I’m worn out. I’m going to go to bed, I think. You go ahead, if you want.”

He looked at me then. “I’m going to clear my schedule tomorrow.”

I smiled. Had I gotten through to him? “Thank you.”

“I’m not familiar with many of the local sights as I don’t usually play tourist when I come. But I know there are many good places to visit.”

“From the little I saw today, there are. It will be great to finally spend some time with you.” Though whether it was in bed or out and about, I wasn’t sure I cared, at this point.

He grimaced as if in regret. “Yeah, I’m sorry. But this was a business trip and I only get down here once a year at most.”

Maybe I hadn’t gotten through to him after all. I struggled to hide my disappointment. “Sure,” I said, nodding overenthusiastically. “I get it.” Work always came first. That was his indirect message and I thought of Lindsay’s question, Has he stood you up for work, yet? As if any woman in Adam’s life would have to accept that in order to have him. Well, not me.

“I think I’ll take a short walk.” He changed into his clothes and I pulled on my T-shirt and brushed my teeth, collapsing into bed. I knew damn well that he wasn’t strolling the deck. He’d grabbed a flash drive and stuck it in his pocket when he thought I wasn’t looking. He was headed to the resort’s business center to log in from there. If I were a gambling person, I would have bet on it.

Hours later, I was vaguely aware of him coming to bed. After a moment, I felt his warm breath near my neck. He planted a kiss on my cheek before rolling over to sleep.