Page 40 of Sand in My Boots

Spending time with Cameron has been exceptional.

The bonus has been the orgasms.

Thinking about the way he played my body, pulling them out of me one by one, has my insides tingling and yearning for more.

“What’s our plan after this?”

“I booked a cruise around the different islands. The boat leaves at two.”

I don’t want to sound like a spoiled brat, but a cruise? That wasn’t what I had in mind when I told him I wanted to be out on the water. Guess I wasn’t clear enough.

“That sounds . . . fun.” I bite out the last word. It sounds the opposite of fun.

“I thought it would be nice to see some of the other islands from the ocean.”

“Um, okay.” Bitterness infuses every syllable. I have to snap out of it. He booked the cruise and cleared his schedule for me. I should be more gracious. “And after that?”

“We’ll make a stop at my place. I need to grab a few things⁠—”

“Like condoms?” I interject.

“For starters. Some clothes, my laptop. A toothbrush, deodorant. The essentials.”

“Glad you’re planning on outstaying your welcome,” I deadpan.

Cameron doesn’t take the bait. “You’re stuck with me, baby.”

His use of “baby” makes me laugh. “You’ve called me like ten different pet names since yesterday.”

“I can’t decide which one I like,” he counters, as if he had the answer all prepared.

“So you’re trying them on for size?”

“Something like that. Do you have a preference?”

Not having given it much thought, I actually don’t. “Not particularly. Though Jude has definitely grown on me.” I shrug.

When he first called me it, I made him explain. I can’t recall his exact words, but it was something like, “Jude, like one of the guys but also still a girl.” Recalling the conversation now doesn’t help clear anything up, but whenever he says it, my heart flips, not caring about the rationale behind it.

“Jude it is, sweetie.”

“Nah. Definitely not that one. Keep trying.”

Lester returns, asking if we need anything more. “Do we have time for a mimosa?”

“Sure. I told you, the cruise leaves at two. We should probably leave the resort by one in case of any traffic or snafus.”

I grab Cameron’s wrist to see the time. “Oh, we’ve got time for one, if not two.” I’ll need to run to my room to grab my bikini, something he mentioned earlier. “Wait. Why do I need a bikini for a cruise around the islands?”

Cameron’s expression gives nothing away. “Just ‘cause.”

“You won’t tell me, even if I beg, right?” He was always good at keeping secrets, which has worked to my advantage. However, right about now, I wish he wasn’t.

“Not a chance. Glad you’re not going to try.” He looks around, then leans in. In a whisper, he mutters, “Save the begging for the bedroom, diva.” The word doesn’t settle on his lips before he’s scrunching his nose in disgust. “Definitely not diva.”

I can’t help but laugh.

Two mimosas later, Cameron and I head to my room. “What about your suit? Don’t you need it?”