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“Morning.” I nodded toward the storm outside. “Weather’s pretty bad today.”
“It’s supposed to be like that all day. Weird for this time of year.” He rubbed his eye and poured himself a cup of coffee.
“Are they moving today’s events inside?”
“Not sure. I haven’t heard from the head of security yet.” He dumped cream into his cup and took a sip. The placebo effect of the first sip made his eyes open more. “But we might be stuck inside all day.”
“I wouldn’t mind it in this weather.” I chugged a glass of water. “Is Taylor awake?”
“No, she and Harrison are still in bed.” Cody must have noticed the pang of longing appear on my face before I could hide it, because he smirked. “You could be with us, you know. It’d be a tight squeeze in that bed, but Taylor would be thrilled.”
“I know. But the job.” I filled up my water glass again, just to do something with my hands.
“The job that all three of us have. The job that requires protecting someone we care about even more than our regular clients.” Cody lifted his mug to his lips. “That job.”
A muscle in my forehead twitched. “Yes, that one.”
Taylor’s laughter streamed through the door, accompanied by Harrison’s low chuckle. The pair came out into the living room moments later. Taylor was in a thin, silky nightgown, her hair up in a bun. Seeing all of that skin when I’d basically resigned myself to not touching her was pure torture.
“Morning!” Taylor said.
“Everything’s been moved inside today,” Harrison said, holding up his phone. “But it’s optional, since they were supposed to have some snorkeling lessons and other outdoor stuff.”
“I kind of want to stay in the room all day, honestly. Maybe I’ll go out to eat dinner with people eventually, but nothing any time soon.” Taylor walked over to Cody, who handed her a mug of coffee. “The weather is gross.”
“Then we’ll stay in,” Cody said, resting a hand on her lower back.
“We can think of stuff to do.” Taylor’s tone was laced with innuendo. Or maybe my brain had just imagined it because I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the shadow of her nipples through the fabric. “Let’s order breakfast.”
Taylor called in for room service before settling on the couch, stretching her legs out in front of her. She had to be teasing us on purpose. There was a seductress deep inside of her.
But I ignored my feelings, as hard as they wanted to punch through the surface.
I ignored them when she moaned around her spoon as she ate her tropical smoothie bowl. I ignored them when she bent over to pick up a dropped napkin, nearly flashing me. I even managed to ignore them when she nearly had a full-on nip slip, though that was an accident.
I’d been through pure hell as a SEAL, but nothing had tortured me quite like this. From what we had all discussed, I probably could have had sex with her without causing an issue between her and the others. But I wanted so much more. Sleeping with her was only going to make me fall even harder.
“Let’s watch a movie or something,” Taylor said, stretching her arms into the air. “It feels like a horror movie kind of day.”
We went over to the couch and sat down together. This time, Taylor was right next to me, Cody on her opposite side. Harrison stretched out in the reclining chair.
We let her pick the movie, as always—her taste was surprisingly in line with ours. Today was a psychological horror film, one that had me on edge within the first five minutes.
Taylor drew her knees up to her chest, the fabric of her nightgown pooling in her lap. I kept my eyes on the screen, even as she burrowed closer to me, the scent of her vanilla and shampoo close enough for me to smell it on every inhale.
Every time she shifted, my cock stirred. I wasn’t sure what was going to get to me first: the tension from the movie, or the lust pulsing through my veins.
“Hold on. I want a drink.” She pressed pause and got up, tugging down her nightgown. “Do you guys want anything?”
We told her we were fine for now. I let out a breath I’d been holding for a while now once she was out of my line of sight. My grip on the pillow hiding my semi-hard cock was so tight that my hand was damp.
Eventually, she returned with some sparkling water in a glass and sat down next to me, her legs half in my lap. As she got into position, some water sloshed out of her glass and onto her chest.
“Oops.” She held the fabric away from her before letting it fall back into place. It clung to the top swell of her breasts. My eyes were locked on the expanse of her sun-kissed skin, dipping down into that wet fabric. The memory of my mouth on her breasts, leaving red marks as I went, came rushing back to the surface of my thoughts.
What was I doing, denying myself of her when she wanted me? When I wanted her? I was going to fall for her harder after this, but I didn’t care. That was what I wanted deep down. Denying it wasn’t making that desire go away.
My resolve crumbled and blew away in the wind. So much for holding out. I didn’t even last a week.
