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White spots pepper my vision as I drive one last deep thrust right up against her womb and let it all go. She cinches up around me, and we go off into paradise together.
There will never be another day she’s not satisfied.
I’m going to take care of her until my dying breath. Body, mind, spirit, bank account, everything.
Whatever she needs, I’m going to give it to her.
Even when she doesn’t know what it is.
Chapter Seven
Sophia
This is starting to feel like my own personal Blue Lagoon movie.
Except the hulking man in this story could eat the curly blond man-boy from that movie as an amuse-bouche.
“I want to know about your restaurant. When did you open it? What’s on the menu?” Chance pulls the straw from my lips, lowering the glass of water he’s made me drink so I don’t pass out from dehydration.
Orgasms with him are an entire sensory experience and my body rewards the fireworks with a dousing shower every time.
Who knew? I’m a squirter.
He leans back on the other end of the hammock, keeping one foot on the sandy ground while the ocean waves loll onto the sand a few feet away.
God, he’s perfection. So much better in the daylight.
I consider his questions for a long moment, admiring how his abdominal muscles move under his inked skin as his core tightens in an effort to keep our weight centered on the woven fabric of the hammock.
“Are you sure you want to open that box?” I grin, running my toes up his chest from my place at the opposite end of the hammock. “Asking about my restaurant is like asking about my children. I’m going to take you from birth to college graduation with as much boring detail as you can handle.”
His Adam’s apple moves as he swallows, his dark hair dappled with the sunlight breaking through the palm leaves above. He runs his tongue along his top teeth, blinking slowly before he nods and says, “I want it all, princess. If it’s important to you, I want you to take me through it, so I feel like I was there. I hate that I wasn’t.”
This guy. I consider him for a long moment. He says the craziest things. Things that shouldn’t feel right and hit me directly in the feels, but they do.
I sense no game with him. No play or deception. If I did, I would have walked back to the hotel if necessary.
In a way, I’ve been sort of kidnapped by this sexy beast, but as freaky as that should be, it’s not. I’m so fucking relaxed here, with him, Tor would be so proud.
After he knocked him out.
His meaty, rough fingers curl around my foot as he starts to rub, making it hard to think, but he’s staring at me with those eyes that seem to be waiting for me to start talking. So I do.
“It’s called Amalfi’s, and it’s three years old. That’s like twenty in human years.” I chuckle. “And it’s aged me a hundred.”
“You don’t look a day over eighty-five,” he offers as he digs his thumbs into that magical spot on the bottom of my foot, making me sigh and my eyes flutter back.
“I’ll let that slide only because you are giving me multiple foot-gasms right now, so I can’t be mad at you.”
“Good. I want to give you all the ‘gasms I can. With whatever body part is available.”
I look through the foliage above, letting the breeze and the moment flow over me before I continue.
“It was a rough start though. My oldest brother, Tor, was my financial backer, since I’d just graduated from culinary school. But I insisted on doing all the business stuff myself. I thought I was ready for anything, but turns out, learning how to keep a sauce from breaking and a soufflé from falling are not the most difficult parts of running your own restaurant.”
I take a break, making sure his eyes haven’t glazed over. They haven’t. He looks like he’s having the time of his life, listening to me and rubbing my foot in lazy circles that have things below my belly button starting to quiver.
“Keep going. I can sit here all day listening to you.”
