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Jaclyn and I check in at the resort and make our way to a small villa on a private beach where there’s not another person in sight. I’m actually looking forward to the quiet and waking up to waves crashing instead of cars driving past my apartment.
The captain wasn’t kidding when he said it would be warm. Even with the sun low in the sky, the humidity makes it sweltering—cargo shorts make a lot more sense now. Our only reprieve from the heat is the ocean breeze that’s also warm. First thing in the morning, I’m buying clothes that fit properly and investing in a few fans.
With the time difference and the eventful past few days, we’re both exhausted. As I set the luggage by the front door, I suggest, “Why don’t you lay down for a bit, and I’ll see about ordering a late dinner for us? Oh, don’t forget, you have to approve the seating charts.” Jaclyn doesn’t reply, instead taking my hand and dragging me through the living space to the bedroom, making mewonder ifthisis what she needed the liquid courage for. Guiding me to the bed, she has me sit, and no matter how much I want her, I admit, “You know we can’t do this.”
Jaclyn falls to her knees, and the sight has my cock thickening in my shorts, which are already too tight. Untying my shoes, she responds matter-of-factly, “You’re tired. I’m tired. So… we’resleepingtogether.”
“I can take off my own shoes,” I laugh softly as she removes one and unties the other.
“I know. You’ve been taking care of me this weekend. When was the last time you let someone take care of you?” She stands once they’re both off and moves to the side of the bed to pull the duvet back. “Shorts off.”
“Excuse me?”
“Shorts. Off.” She cocks an eyebrow. “Or do I need to remove them for you?”
Unsure of where she’s going with this, I follow her directions and set them on the small chair to the side of the bed. “Anything else, princess?”
“Yes.” Jaclyn tilts her chin up. In the most adorable attempt, she commands, “Shirt, too. I don’t want his clothes in my bed.” I can’t imagine the war waging within her. Despite it being a terrible idea, I do as she asks. “Get in.” She pats the bed, and I climb in under the covers. It’s too warm, so I leave the top sheet on, pushing the duvet to my feet.
As she pulls her dress over her head, I warn, “Jaclyn.” She sets the dress beside my shorts, leaving her in a matching dark blue bra and panty set. I can’t take my eyes off her.
“What?” It’s as if the dormant fire inside her is suddenly ablaze.I’m absolutely going to get burned.On the other side of the bed, she slides under the sheet, removes her bra, and tosses it to the ground.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I growl, quickly losing my resolve.
“I normally sleep naked. Should I remove my panties, too?” Her tone is a blend of sweet and teasing—faux innocence.
Fucking brat.
“You woke up this morning wrapped in my arms, while fully clothed. Do you really think this is the best idea when you’re practically naked?”
“No more naked than you are.” She shrugs and turns away from me. “Goodnight.”
I groan, staring at the ceiling. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Oh, did you want to cuddle?” she asks over her shoulder.
Yes.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch,” I grumble, my palms itching to reach for her.
Pulling the sheet tightly under her armpits, she turns and slides up next to me, resting her head on my chest just below my shoulder. I instinctively wrap my arm around her, blowing out a long breath as I pull her closer. It’s wrong to touch another man’s wife, especially my brother’s. Yet, here I am, unable to keep my hands to myself, loving the feel of Jaclyn’s bare skin under my fingertips.
If she’s his wife, why does it feel like she’s mine?
“You’re not sleeping on the couch or the floor,” she sighs, slinging her leg over mine. “I need you here.”
“I’m not my brother.”
“Thank God for that,” Jaclyn laughs softly, settling closer.
“When we’re back home, you’ll be inhisbed.”
Jaclyn adjusts to look up at me. “No, I won’t. Not after what happened. He killed a woman he was sleeping with…on our wedding day. That’s unforgivable.”
“You’re topless in bed with your husband’s brother; you aren’t exactly innocent.”
