Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“If you say so,” Court muttered.
Sam looked unconvinced. And I had no doubt that Gavin King, the infamous flirt, would move in on Whitley if she gave the slightest indication that she was interested. The problem had always been that she was not. Whitley was easily distractible and flirted even more than Gavin. They were a match made in hell. Two people who refused to settle down. Gavin was setting himself up for failure with those feelings.
But who the hell was I to talk? My gaze shifted to my wife. She’d nearly finished her piña colada, and she was leaning back in her chair, soaking up the sun. Weren’t we also a match made in hell? Wasn’t that what I had wanted?
“I have to go,” I said, pulling my gaze from her.
“Go?” Court asked.
I nodded. “I have a conference call. Unlike you lucky fuckers, I still have to work.”
“That blows,” Gavin said.
“Sorry, man,” Sam said.
They had no idea.
I strode away from the lot, taking my beer with me. Working wasn’t the problem. In fact, it gave me the out I needed to escape. The problem was Katherine Van Pelt wearing nothing but a tiny bikini where her pert ass was all but hanging out. And that look. The one of approval. That made me want to scoop her up and carry her back to the villa. To hear her approval ring through the room again… and again… and again.
12
Katherine
Camden didn’t return the rest of the afternoon. I didn’t know how long his call was supposed to be, but I hadn’t thought it’d be three hours. What the hell was his father making him do while here?
Granted, it was just our first night. He’d probably have more time to enjoy the beach. But I still didn’t like it.
I extracted myself from my friends, promising to meet them for dinner before heading back to my villa. It was a short walk, and I was already anticipating what I would find when I entered. Would Camden still be working? Would I be interrupting? I could never predict his mood. Even though we’d agreed not to fight and he had held up his end of the bargain with Penn, which I was still shocked by, I didn’t know if he’d be upset that I was barging in on him.
I softly crossed the threshold. “Camden?”
No response.
I narrowed my eyes and continued inside. Past the bubbling hot tub and the desk where his computer was shut down and then past that to the enormous bed. To my surprise, Camden lay completely naked, passed out in the massive bed.
Oh. He’d barely slept the night before, and had only taken a small catnap on the plane. But I’d never seen Camden Percy actually… nap. Not in the middle of the day. He was so strict about his schedule.
He looked so… peaceful. I’d forgotten how human he could look while he was sleeping.
My foot stubbed on the bed, and an oof fell out of my mouth.
Camden jolted, jerking upright in bed. His chest was heaving as he assessed the room, as if anticipating a threat.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He didn’t immediately deflate when his eyes adjusted and found me standing nearby. “What are you doing here?”
My first response was to tell him to go fuck himself. That I was fucking staying here, too. He had no right to question me. But I let the anger pool out of me and land like a puddle at my feet. Maybe the truth might be better than my deflection.
“I… came to check on you,” I admitted.
He shifted, revealing the full length of him to me. My gaze snagged on his cock, unable to look away. He was hard. At full mast while he had been passed out, asleep on the bed. Heat settled in my core. What exactly had he been dreaming about?
Camden said nothing before he dropped to his feet and tugged boxer briefs on. It barely obscured that he was rock solid and straining against the material.
God, I wanted to ask… I probably shouldn’t. But I fucking wanted to.
My eyes shot back up to his, and there was nothing to indicate whether or not he wanted me to say anything. So, I arched an eyebrow. “Having fun while I was gone?”
Tension coiled through his muscular shoulders, and he took a dominating step toward me. “Would you like it if I was?” Then he tilted his head. “Or would you prefer to join me?”
I swallowed, feeling the tension snap taut between us. I knew this game. We had played it for so long, but the rope between us had frayed and then snapped. I wasn’t sure we could knot it back together to keep playing.
“Maybe,” I whispered throatily.
He took another step toward me until his fingers pushed up into my dark hair and bared my throat to him. My limbs were tight as unease and anticipation both managed to wind their way through me. I couldn’t do this. But… I could. I could do this.