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Are you freaking kidding me?

“Come, Olivia,” Rico says casually, holding his hand out for me. “We will put our bags in our room.” He begins to walk up the stairs.

“There’s a bedroom?” I whisper as I stop on the bottom step.

I look out of the huge glass windows to see the twinkling city lights dancing on the water.

Rico smiles down at me. “There are eight.”

“Eight bedrooms?” I squeak. “Are you kidding me?”

He chuckles and comes back down the stairs to grab my hand.

“This way.”

He leads me up two sets of stairs before he opens up a huge set of black doors. My mouth falls open. It’s the master bedroom suite. There’s a huge king bed in the center, and the room is made entirely of glass on all sides with the most breathtaking views over Monte Carlo. I look out onto the deck below to see a full-sized swimming pool there with a bar and lounge chairs.…what the actual fuck?

“A pool?” I gasp.

Rico laughs. “A pool.”

I walk into the bathroom to find a huge sunken spa bath in the center, the walls and floors are all white marble.

“Holy shit. This is unbelievable. Who knew that boats looked like this?” My eyes find his.

He walks over, closes the bedroom door, and then flicks the lock. “Alone at last.” Like a predator, he steps toward me, and my stomach dances with nerves.

“I like your boat,” I breathe.

“I like you.” He bends to lick the length of my neck, and he bites my ear. Goosebumps scatter up my arms. “Now you can have a shower.” He takes off his suit jacket and throws it onto the chair.

I close my eyes. The heat from his tongue steals my ability to think. He leads me into the bathroom and turns the shower on. Steam begins to fill the room, and in one swift movement, he lifts my dress over my head.

I stand before him in white lace underwear. His hungry eyes drop down my body. “I’ve waited all week to have you.” He unclips my bra and slides my panties down my legs.

I stand before him, naked and vulnerable. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?”

He smiles darkly and unbuttons his shirt. My chest constricts when I see his broad chest and dark hair. He kicks his shoes off before he unfastens his trousers and slides them down. I’m blessed with the sight of his cock hanging hard between his legs. A smile crosses my face, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from blurting out words of praise. I need to try and remain cool here. I can’t be his fan girl, but it’s pretty damn hard to stop myself when he’s so fucking gorgeous.

Our lips connect, and he walks me into the shower. The hot water tingles my skin. He pins me to the wall, lifts me, and then in one sharp movement he impales me deep. His cock jerks, and we stare at each other in awe.

“I like your shower,” I whisper.

He smiles darkly. “I’m about to get you dirty in it.”

* * *

Hours later

The room is warm and the steam rises in puffs. It’s late, long after a respectable bedtime but we can’t seem to go to sleep.

I smile at the man sitting opposite me in the bath. His hair is wet, hanging sexily over his forehead. His legs are spread, and my feet are resting on his chest. We’ve been in here for an hour. We keep letting the water out as it goes cold and topping it back up.

“We need a bigger bath,” he sighs.

“I think it’s the largest you can get.” I smile dreamily.

It’s perfect. I’m in a steamy hot bath with a sex god. I mean, what else is there in life?

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