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Scene: breakfast. Delaney (playing herself) and Nate (playing himself) go to the dining hall farthest from their cabin to ensure their privacy.

Nate (thinking he’s still playing Liam): OK. You’ve got me here. What is it you needed to say?

Delaney: I spent a lot of time last night doing some soul searching, and I feel like I owe you an apology for even asking you to do this in the first place. I was attracted to you the first time we met, and looking back now, I realize that the feeling was mutual. You made it very clear that you wanted me with the direct yet sweet things you said to me, and I was too caught up in my own head to see or accept it. I treated you like a sex worker when I called you by the wrong name at Thanksgiving. And I’d do anything to take that back. If I was anywhere near as brave in love as I am in business, I would have told you last night that I want you too. Not as Liam but as Nate, the only man who’s ever truly seen me. The only man I’ve ever truly wanted. And if you’ll still have me, I’m willing to tell everyone at dinner tonight that I made you up. I don’t care what they think. I’ve been the dutiful daughter, sister, and niece for thirty-six years. So now it’s time to do something selfish for me, and to hopefully start something wonderful with you. What do you say? Do you want to be mine forever instead of just the holidays?

I turn the page, eager for more words. But what I find is just blank lined paper.

“This is the part where you ad-lib,” she says, looking at me with nervous yet eager eyes.

“Can I have a pen?” I ask, watching her carefully as she rushes to the small table and plucks it from the surface, and returns to me, handing it over. “I have a few changes of my own.”

“Of course,” she whispers, twisting her fingers together as she waits for me to edit her script. It only takes a moment before I hand it back to her and watch the smile take over her face. “You changed the scene to right here.” She flips the page just like I did. “But you didn’t write any lines.”

“That’s because I’m supposed to ad-lib,” I say, reaching out and grabbing her arm before tugging her onto the bed and into my arms. The notepad goes fluttering to the floor, and she lands against me like she’s in a trust fall. Then I maneuver us so she’s on her back and I’m holding myself on top of her, looking down at her beautiful face, her hair sprawled out across the pillow like a fiery veil.I want to remember her like this always.

“I like your ad-libbing,” she whispers.

I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “And I like you.” She smiles, and I kiss her. Slow at first, but then deep and long as she opens her mouth and allows me to slide my tongue inside.

My entire body lights up like it knows this is what it’s been missing all these years. “For the record, gorgeous, you don’t owe me an apology for anything. I’m here by choice. I thought I could keep it professional. But I can’t. So it’s me who owes you an apology. Except I’m not sorry. I just want you too damn much.”

“Then take me,” she whispers as my mouth trails along her jaw, sucking lightly on her ear. “I’m yours.”

“Mine, huh?” I move my mouth to hers and run my tongue along the seam. “Can I get that in writing?”

She smiles against my lips. “Give me the pen.”

“Later. Right now, I want you naked with your legs spread wide.” I push her dressing gown from her shoulders, my fingers bunching her silk slip about her waist as I search for her skin while she wriggles beneath me, helping me remove her clothes.

When all that’s left is her cotton panties, she places her hands on my bare chest and whispers my name, “Nate.” It’s crazy how happy hearing her say my name while naked makes me.

“I’m in love with you,” I blurt, my eyes moving between hers as she smiles.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Say my name.”

“Nate.”

“Again.”

She giggles. “I love you, Nate.”

“Perfect,” I whisper before lowering my mouth to hers and kissing her until her nails are pressing into my back and my dick is throbbing. “Now comes the fun part. Roll over.”

“On my knees?”

“Uh-huh. Time to finish what we started at Thanksgiving.”

She grins, and I release a rumble of appreciation as I sit back on my knees and watch her move, my eyes taking in her mountainous breasts as they sway with her movement.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasp as I run my hands over her thighs and the curve of her ass before sliding up her back then down to the waist of her panties. “So soft and smooth to touch.” I press a kiss against the small of her back before I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and…tear.

“No!”she gasps as they flutter to the floor. “They were my most comfortable sleeping pair!”

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