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“If you could make any changes to it, what would you do?”

“Oh, I don’t typically recommend making changes before you sell. You could wind up spending thousands of dollars and then the new owners could tear things out or paint over all your hard work.”

“No, I mean if this were your house and you weren’t selling it. What would you do if money was no object?”

She takes a second to think, looking around the space as if envisioning her ideas. “I would take out the sliding door⁠—”

“But we had so much fun against that door,” I interject.

She blushes. “True. But I would tear it out and the wall next to it and replace it with one of those glass walls that open up completely so you could move between the porch and the kitchen freely. What would you do?”

“First, I would get rid of that ridiculous collection of loveseats.” I gesture over to the living room. “And I would get the biggest, deepest, plushest couch I could find so we could lie on it and watch movies all night.”

Her eyes glaze over as she stares at the love seats. “Is that all we would do on the couch?”

I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her as I press my erection into her ass. “I think you know the answer to that.”

CHAPTER 24

SUMMER

“Do you know how badly I want to lay you out on this towel and feast on you right now? I think I’m addicted to your pussy.” He wraps both arms around me from behind, and even though it’s a million degrees out here, it feels amazing being wrapped up in his arms, not having to hide our relationship.

Not that this is a relationship, but it feels amazing not to have to hide this thing between us like we did back in high school. And like I know we will when we get back to Chestnut Mountain. At least until I figure out how to talk to Raven about it.

“We’re not having sex on the beach. It always seems like a fun idea, but the sand gets everywhere no matter how big the blanket is.”

He leans away momentarily and grabs a towel out of my bag and drapes it over my lap. “RJ, what are you doing? You’re not eating me out on the beach.”

The warmth of his skin returns behind me as he presses a kiss to my neck and hums. “I’m not.”

“Then what are you doing?” Concentration is difficult when his talented tongue is teasing a path along the sensitive skin on my neck.

He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he slips a hand under my towel, down my torso, and between my thighs. I part my legs on instinct as his finger teases at the elastic on my swimsuit. “RJ” is all I manage to rasp out. I meant for it to be a scold, a warning, but it comes out more like a desperate plea. What is happening to me right now, and why can’t I resist this man?

“You’re the most beautiful person on this beach—hell, on this planet, especially when you come. More captivating than the sunset everyone is watching. And I’m not wasting the time we have left here. I will kiss you, tease you, and fuck you wherever I want.”

My head drops onto his shoulder as I attempt to nod while his thick fingers push inside my swim bottoms. They glide back and forth gathering my wetness as he teases my entrance. “Please.”

“Please what, Summer?”

“Please.” I turn my head to look at him trying to silently beg him for what I want. But this man isn’t content to let me sit on the sidelines when it comes to my pleasure. He’s brought words out of me that have only existed in my head, and I’ve experienced more pleasure in one week than I have in my entire life. He’s given me the confidence to ask for what I want, like the characters in my books.

“You know that’s not how this works, darlin’. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”

“I want you to make me come.”

“How?”

“With your hand on this beach. With your mouth in the shower. And with your cock in the bed.”

He leans in and kisses me at the same time he pushes two fingers in. When my mouth opens in surprise, his tongue slips in and dances with mine. It’s erotic, it’s dirty, it’s desperate. I feel completely surrounded and overwhelmed by him yet also relaxed and at peace.

“That’s it, darlin’, you can give me one, can’t you? You’re going to come on my fingers on this beach, aren’t you?”

Oh fuck, I am. I nod, as I grip his arm, holding it in place. My clit pulses against his palm and I’m overwhelmed with the urge to let go. This man is going to make me squirt… again.

“Fuck, Summer, that’s it. Let go. Give it to me. Please, I need it.”