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“I don’t know. It just did.”

“Was this the first time you’ve had sex in a shower?”

“Well, yeah.”

He blinks down at me, and then a slow, satisfied grin spreads over his stupidly handsome face. “I like that. I like that a lot.”

I smirk and then duck out from under him and get to work cleaning myself up.

“We have to meet some of the others in thirty minutes for lunch. If I don’t get moving, we’ll be late. Ihatebeing late.”

“We’re on vacation,” he replies. “I don’t think it’s possible to be late for anything on vacation. No one is in a hurry.”

I don’t bother to wash my hair, but I do wash my face, resigned to the knowledge that I’ll have to make quick work putting on a new face of makeup.

When I’m all clean, I hop out of the shower and grab a towel, dry off some, and then wrap it around me as I search for my makeup bag.

And then I hang my head in my hand when I realize that I left it on my vanity back at the house.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I forgot to grab my makeup bag. Damn it.”

“You don’t need makeup.”

“I do need moisturizer and at least some mascara. I wonder if there’s a Sephora in this town. Or a drugstore, at least.”

“There has to be a drugstore,” he replies and pulls up his phone to check. “Yep. Less than a mile away. I can walk it.”

“Not in this cold.”

“I have a coat, London. Here, order what you want on the app, and I’ll go get it. It won’t take me more than thirty minutes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

Relieved, I put the items I need into the cart, along with a snack or two, and hand it back to Drew.

“Hold on, I’ll grab my card.”

“I’ve got this,” he says, shaking his head as he kisses me on the cheek. “Be back in a few.”

And then he’s gone, rushing off to pull on some clothes. I hear the front door close behind him and then stare at myself in the mirror.

“What did I do to deserve him?”

The woman staring back at me looks…happy.Dewy skin still flushed from the warm shower and a few rounds of incredible, mind-blowing sex. Eyes bright and full of joy. And that smile? I don’t remember the last time I saw a smile like that on myself that I didn’t have to force.

It was long before Drew, that’s for sure.

“He’s good for me,” I decide as I walk into the closet to get dressed. I reach for skinny jeans and another sweater, pull on some socks, and then return to the bathroom to brush my hair and teeth.

Life has never been better. My kid is happy and healthy. My businesses are all thriving.

And I’m completely head over heels in love with the sexiest man on the planet. His body is todiefor. I don’t think there’s an ounce of fat on him. He’s sculpted, and his ass is just so…squeezable. Maybe even biteable. Yeah, I definitely want to bite him.

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