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I let out a laugh. “Fine, yes, if you must know, the sex is off the fucking charts amazing.”

“I knew it!”

I’m so thankful for Tessa’s friendship. Everyone deserves a friend who’s willing to tell you the hard truth that you need to hear, and then follow it up with something ridiculous like how great the sex is with your hot football boyfriend.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.

Thirty

Every year, Laney and I take a trip together in the offseason, usually somewhere tropical. It started after I’d had a particularly rough season and she suggested we go somewhere sunny for a week and relax. Shortly after we got home, Laney was dealing with a shitty coworker, and I suggested we plan for another trip the following offseason so we could blow off some steam and she could get away from the bullshit. After that, it was just a foregone conclusion that at some point during the offseason we’d travel somewhere where we had zero responsibilities. We now plan our trips nearly a year in advance, and I’m still in awe that not only are we still going after she tried to end our friendship, but now we’re going as a couple.

It’s funny how quickly things can change.

When we arrive at the small villa I booked, Laney’s jaw drops. “Dom, this is…wow.”

I agree.

We’ve stayed in some pretty cool places over the years, but the view out of this one straight to the vast turquoise-blue ocean is absolutely stunning. I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. Her body sags against me as the stress she’s been carrying practically melts away. This trip couldn’t have come at a better time. I know Laney’s been struggling with all the press—she’s not used to the spotlight like I am—and already I can tell she’s more relaxed and content than she was when we were back in LA.

I drop a kiss to her shoulder and she shivers, which only encourages me to do it again, and then again on that spot where her neck and shoulder meet.

“Dom…” she trails off letting out a little moan as I suckle a spot behind her ear. “We should unpack,” she says, her voice throaty and low.

Fuck, I love watching her get turned on. Kissing her wherever and however I want. Holding her against my hard body.

I love her. Plain and simple.

Spinning her around, I hold her tight, my arm wrapped around her waist while my other hand slides through her hair.

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips before I kiss her. It starts soft, but as she melts into me, I can’t hold back, and I release everything I’m feeling into our kiss.

Our lips fit like they were always meant to be together, our tongues sliding along the other in perfect sync. She slides one of her hands between us and rubs my hard shaft, eliciting a deep groan from me.

“Where’s the bedroom in this place?” she murmurs against my lips.

“Fuck the bedroom. Let’s get started breaking in every inch of this place, starting right here against the window where only the ocean can see the way I ravish you.”

I kiss her hard again before stripping her out of her sundress. Her fingers fumble with the button on my shorts, but she gets it undone quickly. I shuck them down, taking my briefs with them, and then grip my shirt at the back of my neck and pull it off.

She stares at me, her eyes dilated and that luscious bottom lip between her white teeth. “Why is it so hot when guys do that?”

“Do what?” I play innocent when I know exactly what she’s talking about. If she thinks I haven’t noticed the way that move always gets her eyes to roam all over my chest, then she’s blind.

She shakes her head, a sexy little smile on her face, and then slides her short fingernails down my chest, through my six pack, along my happy trail until she grips my hard cock in her hand.

Tilting my head back, I let out another groan. “Fuck, Sunshine. I love how you touch me.”

“How about how I lick you?” she asks.

By the time my head snaps forward to meet her eyes, she’s already on her knees looking up at me like a little minx. Her pink tongue darts out across the head of my cock and then I’m completely lost to her as she worships me with her mouth. And worship is the only word that comes close because it feels like a fucking religious experience. Her perfect lips wrap around me, and she sucks before dropping down and taking more of me into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat.

Nope.

If she does that again, I’m going to come so fast it won’t even be funny, and I plan to always make her come first.

Pulling her up off the floor, I kiss her deeply before spinning her around and planting her hands on the floor-to-ceiling window. I could lift her up and hold her against it as I fuck her, but I know she’d be self-conscious about being too heavy and me dropping her. She’d get in her head and not enjoy the moment like I want her to, so I save that for another time when I have her too out of her mind to even think self-conscious thoughts.

And I can’t deny the incredible view when she’s in this position. Her ass is a goddamn work of art. I kiss down her spine, loving the small goose bumps that raise her flesh, and then I grab a condom from my shorts pocket off the floor and make quick work of sliding it on.

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