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Whatever she was going to say is cut off when I lick her from her clit to her pussy. She moans and threads her hands through my hair.

“Hold on,” I order.

And then the talking ends. There’s no time to talk when I’m tasting her. She smells like heaven, but she tastes even better. I could spend my life on my knees worshipping her.

I use my thumbs to open her up and sink my tongue into her channel. Her walls quiver around me as she moans.

Her hands tighten in my hair as if to keep me where I am. Don’t worry, Alaia. I’m not going anywhere. Not until she’s come apart on my tongue. And then I’ll make her come again.

I’ll make her come until she’s wrung out. Until she can’t remember her name. Until she forgets all about how this relationship is supposed to finish at the end of the summer.

Chapter 23

BREAKING: BEACH BARBEQUE TURNS INTO PR SPECTACLE Sources question what’s real

Alaia

The second I park my car at theHideaway Haven Resort,Tanner bounds toward me and opens my door.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

A tremble works its way through me. I love it when he calls me gorgeous. I’m starting to believe it’s true.

He grasps my hand and pulls me out of my seat, straight into his arms.

“Ah,” he sighs. “This is better.”

He presses his lips against mine in a hard kiss but it doesn’t last long.

“Why did you stop?” I pout.

“There are spies everywhere.”

“Don’t you want the spies to think we’re dating?”

Hurt flashes in his beautiful green eyes before he blinks and it’s gone. Maybe I imagined the hurt. Why would he be hurt byme reminding him of our arrangement? It’s not as if he wants a real relationship. Tanner Long doesn’t do relationships.

My stomach curls. I want him to declare he cares for me. That we’re no longer pretending. That this is real. But it’s never going to happen.

He crowds me against the car. “I don’t want any spies to see how you go wild for me. How your passion ignites when I kiss you or touch you.”

My breath catches. I want him to kiss me. To touch me. To ignite my passion.

He kisses my nose. “Not here.”

He laces his fingers through mine and leads me toward the resort. I tug on his hand. “You’re forgetting my bags.”

“Bags? Why do you have bags?”

“Duh.” I roll my eyes. “We’re having a barbecue. You can’t have a barbecue without seven-layer dip.”

His stomach growls. “I love seven-layer dip.”

“This is a Smuggler’s Hideaway specialty. It’s spicy.”

“I do love spicy things.”

“But can you handle spicy things?” I waggle my eyebrows.