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But, once again, before too long, commotion in the next room halted their intense grappling and grinding, leaving them sweaty and panting, and wanting more. After Wesley helped her locate her bra, hanging from a lofty palm branch, he pulled on his shirt and carefully zipped up his shorts, caging his raging erection. Ava tamed her hair, securing it in a ponytail while giving him a show. He stood slack-jawed, drooling over the way she bounced her breasts while maneuvering them into the bra.
“You’re a tease,” he ground between clenched teeth, reaching for her and wickedly flicking his tongue over the flimsy fabric.
This time, she fisted his hair and, yanked from the roots, causing him to wince but also to surrender, though a big fat grin spread across his handsome face.
The noise in the kitchen elevated. She knew they needed to join the gang and decide on dinner, but she tenderly pressed her lips to his for one last seal of their unspoken bargain. When he returned the kiss with a loving gentleness, she released her death grip on his unruly locks, content to experience this shift in their hunger toward each other. In conscious awareness, this kind of kiss, backed by emotions stronger than lust or need, scared her. She felt even more in the present, hyper-focused, on what was happening between them at this very moment. It changed something in her, something she couldn’t stop. Like an arrow heading for a bull’s-eye, straight and sure, she knew a part of her already loved him.
He broke the affectionate kissing, following it by pressing his lips to her nose and then her forehead. A loving gesture that left her shaking. He bent to retrieve her shirt from the floor and handed it over, gallantly, with a slight bow. Turning the shirt right-side-out, she slipped it on, wishing it could cover her shame. If she were ever captured and needed to be interrogated by some foreign military, all they’d have to do is place Wesley between her legs. Apparently, he was her kryptonite.
She allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulder as they crossed over the various stone patterns on the solarium floor until they reached the doorway.
She smoothed her ponytail, watching Wesley as he readjusted his shorts before they joined the team in the kitchen at the end of another workday.
It turned out Jorge had prepared an evening meal for the house guests, so they ate together. All the while, she caught Wesley’s eye as excitement continued to grow within her. Ava decided she could have what she wanted—a side romance with a man she finally connected with—and still protect Jack, who’d never have to know. She trusted she could get Wesley Scott out of her system over the next several weeks, so then she’d be over him by the time they moved on.
The fact she had two interviews next week reminded her this could only ever be temporary. She excused herself when her phone rang, happy to take this call.
“Hey, Todd. How’s the honeymoon going? What’s Paris like?”
“Hi.” Todd chuckled. “Paris is great. You’d love the food.”
After a rundown of all the fabulous things he and Brock had been doing, like visiting the châteaus in the Loire Valley, touring the Louvre, and consuming a staggering amount of bread, cheese, and wine, he asked how she was getting along, flying for Wesley.
“The job is great. As you saw in the photos I sent you, the helicopter is freaking awesome. We have a huge event coming up, and I can’t wait to set it down in front of thousands of adoring fans. I just wish I flew more.”
“Oh? Only you would be bored living in a mansion with a pool, amazing workout room, and oh yeah, the ocean right outside the door.”
“For your information, I have a new friend. I even got invited to join a club.”
“No shit? Who is this new friend? Should I be jealous?”
“It’s your neighbor, Rosa Hathaway.”
“I thought you didn’t like her.”
“She’s not so bad. Besides, her son is the same age as Jack.”
“Sounds like you both made friends. That’s great. And you and Wes?”
“What about me and Wes?”
“C’mon. Don’t tell me you’ve been able to keep your hands off him all this time.”
She bit her lip.
“Hello? Are you still there? Baxter?”
“It’s complicated. He’s this gifted millionaire, and I’m just a pilot with no talent. Ugh, I shouldn’t even go to this crochet club. I’m going to make an ass of myself.”
“Did you saycrochet club?”
“Shut up.”
After a brief snort of laughter, Todd became serious. “Wes is a good guy, from what Brock’s told me. He said something like ‘Wes is grounded and true to himself.’ He thinks of him as a son. Let down your guard if you have serious feelings for him. Look at Brock and me—rather an unusual couple, don’t you think? Besides, you have a lot to offer. Don’t sell yourself short.”
Todd’s advice usually proved helpful and true. A longtime best friend, and the one man she trusted, Todd always had her best interest at heart. “I really like him. But our relationship has to be in secret for now.”
Todd’s voice changed, higher sounding and full of amusement. “So, tell me more about this crochet club?”
