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I can’t. I can’t think about this right now. I’ll end up hyperventilating if I do. Passing out in the sand is no fun.

I motion to the shack. “I meant, are you serious about selling?”

He palms my neck and leans his forehead against mine. “I don’t need the surf shack anymore. All I need is us.”

Hope blossoms in my stomach and spreads throughout my body. This might work. This time, Miles and I might make it the distance.

I push up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his.

Chapter 32

That wasn’t the ending I planned.

Miles

The second Hazel’s lips touch mine, I’m lost. Lost in the memories of how often we made out right here on this beach near my shack as teenagers. Lost in the taste of her. Lost in thoughts of our future.

She sighs and I sink my tongue into her mouth. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders and I draw her near until her breasts are pushed up against my chest. It’s not enough. I want her naked and writhing against me.

I wrench my mouth from hers. Her lips are swollen from our kisses and I nearly forget why I stopped kissing her.

The waves crash against the shore and I remember. We’re in public.

“We should go somewhere private.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “Or risk being arrested for indecent behavior?”

“As much as I enjoy getting arrested with you, you’re mine to protect. And I wouldn’t be doing a good job protecting youif I allowed every man on Smuggler’s Hideaway to see you naked.”

“Every man? Are we going to parade around the island naked?”

“Smart ass. You know what I meant.”

“My ass is very smart, thank you.” She wiggles her ass and my cock stands up to applaud. It’s a huge fan of her ass. It loves watching it jiggle as I sink into her from behind.

“Why don’t I lock up the shack and we can go back to my house? Where I can take my time tasting every inch of you.”

Her eyes flare. “Good idea but…”

“But what?” I press my hard cock into her stomach. “Worried I can’t fulfil all of your wishes?”

I can fulfill all of her wishes and then some. All night long.

She nods to the shack. “One more time for old times’ sake?”

“Not worried about getting sand in places it should never be?” I won’t let her get sand anywhere inappropriate, but it’s always fun to tease her.

She grasps my hand and leads me to the shack. “We’ll figure something out.”

I shut and lock the door behind us.

“Wow.” She scans the area. “It looks so big without all of the surfing equipment. Where is all the surfing equipment anyway?”

“I sold it to Hudson.”

Her mouth drops open. “You sold it?”

I tweak her nose. “Don’t worry.” I motion to the corner. “I still have my boards.”