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With my back against the wall, my eyes flutter closed, and I spread my legs, letting my hand slip under my bathing suit. Picturing him behind this wall. Oh well, if he’s getting off on me, I can use him too.

Because as soon as he’s feeling better, I’m going to have to have my guard up for the rest of this trip, because I know Colten isn’t going to let this go.

I let my moans out freely, my whimpers still loud enough for him, as I picture him on his knees, eating me out. I circle my clit a few times, and I’m already trembling, fighting for breath.

It takes me all of two minutes for a climax to rock through me, and I make sure he hears every moment of me falling apart. And the second I’m done, I carry on walking back out to my lounger on shaking legs, pick up my martini, and let the sun beam on my face.

For the first time in a very, very long time, I can feel my muscles relax. My brain goes quiet. Not silent, because Colten’s moans barrel around in there. How it felt having his hands on my skin. The way he took control, how free that felt.

The pain. The pleasure. His commands.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Colten

Four hours later and three cold showers, I’m as ready as I can be to have dinner with my wife. So long as she doesn’t speak or look at me with any glint in her eye, I should be able to control my dick. I check my phone before I leave my room.

I know I wasn’t hearing things. She got herself off outside my damn door like a siren trying to tempt me into destruction with her beautiful songs. I don’t know how I didn’t rip the door off its hinges to get to her, but I didn’t. I behaved. Because I’m now playing this game.

ACE: How’s it going?

I don’t have the energy to lie.

ME: She drugged me with Viagra and left me alone to deal with it.

It takes all of one minute for Jett’s message to appear. I forgot it’s a family group chat.

TRIPOD: Avoid booze. Do something seriously boring like math. Don’t think any dirty thoughts. You should be fine. Or find someone hot to fuck all night. Any of those options work; trust me, I’ve accidentally taken this a few times.

ACE: How long did it last?

I run a hand over my stubble. Replying to them both at the same time. Although my brain keeps pondering over how Jett has ‘accidentally’ drugged himself on more than one occasion.

ME: Ace, I really don’t think you need to be trying this out on Harper while she’s pregnant. And Jett… the fuck you mean a few times? Actually, both of you fuck off. I’ve got work to do.

My phone buzzes again, but I shove it in the pocket of my shorts and head out into the kitchen. My first instinct is to pour myself a stiff drink, but Jett’s message relays in my head. Instead, I stick to water.

But then the problem arrives. Gianna’s door opens, and all the blood rushes right down south again. And I can’t even blame it. She is beautiful in a sleek deep red dress that hugs her curves. A halterneck that is cut out so I can see her breasts. Black killer heels, emphasizing her slender legs smothered in tattoos.

I would honestly drop to my knees right this second for her.

“Am I safe to enter the room?” she asks, snapping me back into this universe.

I clear my throat. “I don’t know, G. You might have to go get changed into something… less beautiful.”

She tips her head back and laughs. My fists clench. I wanna grab her throat. I want to kiss her, but instead I take a deep breath, calming myself.

“I don’t do unattractive, Colten,” she says as she sways her hips, walking into the kitchen.

I squeeze the counter, swallowing hard. Anything to stop myself from exploding in my boxers. She stops in front of me, her gaze dragging down my body with a grin. “You’re looking good, cowboy.”

I’m in jean shorts, a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, and sneakers. Ain’t nothing special. “I feel underdressed looking at you.”

She smiles, and it seems genuine this time. “Nope. You’ll be perfect beside me.”

As she takes a step closer, that fresh vanilla scent hits me. “How angry are you?” she asks.

I bark out a laugh. “Very.”