Page 25 of Under His Obsession

She gives me the death glare. “Stop it.”

I shake my head, seriously thrown off my game by this woman. I brush her hair back and meet her wild eyes. “You’re really having a bad week, aren’t you?” My heart misses a beat, an imaginary band squeezing it as she curls into herself.

She softens against me, and I catch a hint of vulnerability in her. This woman is strength and independence, and I’m sure helplessness is not a trait she’d like for me to see in her. Although I must say, it does bring out the protector in me.

“I’ve had better,” she murmurs.

“I know you have,” I say in a soft voice. “And I’m going to take care of this sting, okay?”

“Will...please...”

“Don’t worry, my pants aren’t coming down anytime soon.” I scoop her up and head back toward the house. “Peeing on a jellyfish sting will cause more pain than relief. Urine can actually aggravate the jellyfish’s stinger to release more venom.”

“But I thought—”

“You thought wrong.” Guilt worms its way into my gut. “Goddammit, this is my fault.”

“How is it your fault? Did you tell the jellyfish to sting me? Or maybe you stock the ocean to keep people away?”

Is that what she thinks of me? I know I take privacy to the extreme, but I’m not a monster who would purposely hurt anyone.

I frown at her. “I should have warned you. In the rule book, it says to wear water shoes.”

“How would that have helped? The sting is in my calf.”

“Yeah, true, but it could have been worse. Could have been a stingray. I was...distracted when you told me you were going swimming.”

She gives a very unladylike snort. “Oh, is that what you were?”

I get the sense she thinks I’m talking about Bevey distracting me—she is a beautiful woman—and maybe it’s best I let her believe that. Khloe doesn’t need to know my brain has been working at half capacity since she first boarded Granddad’s plane. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea...or the right idea. Or any idea.

“Did you pack water shoes?” I ask.

“No.”

“I’ll go to town and get you a pair.” I look at her feet. “Size eight?”

“So the size of my feet you know?”

I have no idea what she’s talking about but come back with, “Apparently you’re not the only one with special gifts.”

“Shut up,” she says, clearly catching my reference to her projectile vomiting skills. Her lush mouth twists into a grimace. “Maybe I’ll stick to the pool and just admire the ocean from the deck.”

“Jellyfish tend to come to shore on windy days. I think you’ll be okay to get in again. It’d be a shame for you not to enjoy the Caribbean waters. Let’s just make sure it’s when the winds are down, and I’ll go with you.”

“I’m not going to put you out like that, and I’m supposed to be the one taking care of your needs, not the other way around.”

I hold her tight and think about that as her arms wrap around my neck. “Still believe in fate, Khloe.”

She snarls at me, and I must say I love her spirited nature. “I don’t think getting stung by a stupid jellyfish had anything to do with fate.”

Warm sand squeezes between my toes as I hurry my steps, well aware of the way my body is reacting to having her lushness pressed up against me. I shift her an inch higher in my arms before she feels all eight inches of me against her sweet ass. “Didn’t you say everything happens for a reason?”

“Well, yeah, but...”

“What do you think the reason for this is?”

She opens her mouth, but it doesn’t matter what she says, not when my swelling dick has come to its own conclusions.

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