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It’s not enough to cool me down.

My stupid dress is in the way.

Ryan turns, sets his suitcase on the bed, starts unpacking. He’s effortlessly casual. Like he didn’t just promise to come on my chest.

I go to the bathroom—it’s as teal as the rest of the room—fill a glass with water, swallow it in one go.

It does nothing to dampen the heat racing through me.

But then I don’t want to cool off.

The buzz of desire is chasing away all the ugly thoughts in my head.

I strip to nothing in the bathroom. Saunter into the main room. Make a show of bending to unzip my suitcase and dig for my bikini.

Ryan drinks me in as I step into my swimsuit. His tongue slides over his lips. His pupils dilate. His cock strains against his jeans.

But he’s still effortless about stripping to nothing and stepping into his Speedo.

He’s actually wearing his Speedo.

God help me.

Warm water rushes over my skin as I jump into the pool.

I pull my arms to my sides to surface.

Blue sky fills my view. This pool is huge. And this part of it—the shallow end—is crowded. That’s no good.

I take Ryan’s hand and guide him into the tiny tunnel to our right. The air goes cold as the sun disappears. We pass the swim up bar—who sits at a bar when they could frolic around the pool—then come up to the back of a waterfall.

“On three?” I offer.

He chuckles as he presses his palm into my lower back. “You first.”

“Chicken?”

“I’m here for the view.”

My cheeks flush. The heat of his gaze makes my heart race.

I grab onto everything that makes sense. He wants me and I want him and we’re half naked in paradise.

My hips sway as I step under the waterfall.

Cool water pounds my head and shoulders. My hair sticks to my forehead. My bikini threatens to come undone.

Still, I stay under the waterfall.

I hold my hand over my eyes and look out at the other side of the pool. The deep end. It’s surrounded by people with books and cocktails, but the pool itself is empty.

Which means it’s ours.

The world is ours. Right now, I feel it. I need to hold onto that.

I turn around. I can only barely see Ryan through the blur of running water. He’s all hair and light skin and black fabric.

Barely any fabric. But still too much.

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