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Henry scratches his head. “We did turn out okay, didn’t we?”

Tamara places her hand on his arm. “I’d say we turned out better than okay. Meeting you is the best thing that ever happened to me. And… and look at them, Henry. Can you really tell me they don’t remind you of us at their age?”

Technically, I am around Tamara’s age, but I know what she means. She’s talking about seeing their past selves reflected in me and Kelly – the versions of them when Tamara was twenty and Henry was in his forties.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Henry wraps his arm around Tamara and kisses her on the cheek. “You know they do. But it doesn’t mean a father can’t worry.”

“Sir, I swear to you I only have the best intentions with your daughter. In fact, if the ladies don’t mind, I’d like to have a private discussion with you about exactly that.”

His eyes flit to the camera lens, narrowing. “A discussion about the respect you have for Kelly?”

I feel Kelly’s eyes on me, burning and blazing as she fights the urge to ask me what I’m planning. She knows that the equilibrium we’ve reached is too precious to disturb with questions, but at the same time, I can feel her desire to know bubbling through her, making her so hot beside me that it’s difficult not to grab onto her thigh just to feel its burning tempting heat.

“Yes,” I tell Henry. “Exactly that.”

He nods slowly. “I think I understand what you’re saying. Tamara, do you mind?”

“Of course not. I need to see to dinner anyway. I love you, Kelly. And Kane…” She gives me a stern look, a you better take care of her look.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say.

She giggles and walks away, and then I turn to Kelly. “Do you mind?”

She arches her eyebrow and gives me a curious look, tilting her head, but then she stands and nods. “Sure. Of course.”

I fight the urge to follow her with my gaze as she walks away – the urge to snap my eyes to the way her hips move from side to side, the outline of her delicious ass in the summer dress, the dappling fabric driving me insane.

“So,” Henry says, once it’s just the two of us. “I take it you have a question to ask me.”

“Yes, sir. I do. The most important question of my life.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Kelly

“Where are we going?” I yell over the sound of the speedboat, the reverberations of the water moving up through my body and making me tingle.

This morning I woke up to Kane staring down at me, a wide smirk on his lips. He had a wolfish glint in his eyes. My body still sore from the sex we had the night before, quiet and intimate as I sat atop him and felt his massive length pushing up inside of me.

I was stunned at the way I was able to sink down against him, sitting down until he was buried deep inside of me, taking the lead as I dug my fingernails into his chest until I felt like they were going to snap.

“I’m taking you somewhere,” he said, leaning down and brushing his lips along mine softly.

“Where?” I asked, my voice breathy from the contact, my heart light with the impossible reality of our starry situation, of Lena and Mom and Dad’s approval, of our future, suddenly opening up before us like the most inviting road in the world.

“Don’t ruin the surprise,” he said, his fingers dancing down my side and coming to rest possessively on my hips. “But it’s somewhere good, Kelly. Somewhere perfect.”

He turns to me now, completely calm despite the erratic juddering of the speedboat. He’s wearing a suit despite the sun, his watch glinting like a beacon from his massive wrist. Even the controls of the boat look tiny in his hands. Everything about him is so huge, it sets my body alight, my clit thrumming as the speedboat sends more and more vibrations through me.

“What did I say about ruining the surprise?”

I glare at him, but it sort of loses its effect when I’m smiling at the same time. He grins back, unfazed, as he speeds us around Malta – Valetta passing to our left, the slopped city watching us, the open ocean to our right, glittering and seemingly infinite. He takes us past the old fort and out into the open sea, everything glimmering for miles and miles around.

Finally, when Malta is becoming a small point behind us, I spot a larger boat on the horizon. It looks like a small yacht, lonely in the distance, but then it gets bigger and bigger the closer we get. By the time Kane guides the speedboat next to it, I realize it’s actually quite big.

“Why are we all the way out here?” I murmur.

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