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“Wohoo!” Ivy cheers me, and I turn to Josh with a smirk.
“Better try harder next time. Your shot.”
His ball is nearby, and as Josh takes up position with his mallet, I give a casual stretch. He pauses, looking up. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?” I ask innocently, stretching again. I lift my arms over my head and arch my back, jutting my chest out as I pretend to flex.
Is it a cheap trick? Yes.
Is it a thrill to watch his eyes go straight to my breasts, braless under the silk of my dress?
Hell yes.
“Waving this mallet around has made my shoulders all tense,” I continue. “Maybe I should book a massage at the spa. Get all oiled up, have someone really dig in to all my tight spots…”
Josh sounds a growl, gripping his mallet harder. “You play dirty,” he says, but there’s a smile playing on the edge of his lips.
I wink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, take your shot.”
“If you really want me to.”
Josh adjusts his position, lining up the shot. I pause, confused. “The hoop’s that way,” I tell him, as he aims in the other direction.
“I’m not trying to pass the hoop,” he says with a smirk. He strikes his ball, driving it hurtling over the sand… and straight into mine.
The force of the impact sends both the balls spinning out into the shallow water. SPLASH.
“Not fair!” I protest, laughing. “Now we’re both screwed.”
“Sounds like fun to me.”
Josh’s smile is downright smoldering now, and I feel a bolt of heat, low in my belly.
God, this is fun.
The flirting, the banter, the casual sparks between us, sexual tension sizzling in the air… I’ve been flushed and breathless for the entire game so far, and it has nothing to do with the frosé slushie I’ve been sipping.
And everything to do with the man with his pants rolled up to his knees and his loose linen shirt billowing in the breeze like something off an old romance book cover.
I make a mental note to thank the Great Danes for picking this theme, because boy, does ‘shipwrecked romantic hero’ look good on Josh.
“Ready to admit defeat?” he asks, teasing handsomely in the evening sun.
“If you think that’ll happen, you don’t know me at all,” I declare, hiking up my skirt, and wading determinedly out into the water.
Josh’s laughter follows me, and then he’s wading out, too, until we’re both up to our knees in the warm Caribbean waves. “Looks like the game is over,” he points out, nodding to where Ivy and Reeve have abandoned their mallets, and are getting more cocktails in the shade.
“Not until you surrender,” I declare, having too much fun to quit just yet.
Josh laughs. “Then we might be out here all night.”
I find my ball in the shallow water, and give it a massive hit… moving it all of five feet.
“Ha!” Josh swaggers over, pretending to adjust his collar. “Now, let me show you how it’s really done…”
He swings his mallet and hits, sending a massive spray of water splashing all over me. I yelp in surprise -- and then splash him right back.
“It was an accident!” he protests, laughing.
