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He’s gone only a minute, but it’s long enough for Cameron to slide into the chair across the table. “What are you doing here?”

“I was on the sidewalk when Preston rushed by. Figured it was fate. Are you all done or staying?”

“I’m having dessert. Care to join me?”

“Pre-dessert before the main one later? Count me in.”

The innuendo makes my heart leap. I clasp my thighs closed, his words having a direct line to his “main one” later.

This somehow feels more than casual, more than a vacation fling.

Maybe because it’s Cameron. Us being friends fast-tracked anything that might have happened this week.

It’s hard to remind myself this has an end date. It’s hard to pretend this isn’t real life. And it’s hard to persuade myself I have to say goodbye to him in a few days.

“What’s on your mind?”

His question breaks through my sullen thoughts. I’m wise enough not to share them aloud. It’s a discussion we have to have—or not, if his only solution is this ends when I leave. But that’s a few days out.

Tonight, I’m going to enjoy the heck out of Cameron Fairbanks.

And that means using him to my gain.

Chapter 15

Cameron

Dessert Thursday night blurs into Friday.

When Juli returns after yoga class, all sweaty and glowing in a skimpy light blue tank top and matching cropped pants, my dick takes notice. Hence why we spend most of the day locked in her suite, exploring each other’s bodies, and sharing meals.

Friday night, we attend the rehearsal dinner for the wedding the following day. It’s largely boring, and I spend most of it staring at Juli, thinking of all the wicked things we still have to do before she leaves. She declines my offer of bathroom sex and then ignores any advances I try to make. I’m stuck making small talk with the people at our table. It’s not hard—I’m good with people—but also not how I want to spend my time. I’ll sacrifice for her.

After a busy day, she winds up falling asleep as soon as we return to the suite. Seeing as it’s close to midnight, I give her a pass, jerking off in the shower to release some of the tension I brought on myself.

This morning, I granted her wish of “roughing her up” with the stubble she wouldn’t let me shave, but then had enough of the itch that accompanies the longer hair and trimmed it, much to her dismay.

Now, we’re on the beach, waiting for the ceremony to begin. Though my staff can handle it, I make sure I’m available in case anything arises with the boat arrival. It’s purely selfish to see how it plays out.

The fans with the bridal party information on them do nothing to ward off the heat of the early evening. The sun, lower in the sky, still emits a good deal of heat and light.

Sitting next to me, Juli wears a plum, strapless sundress and strappy sandals she’s already kicked off as we wait for the groomsmen to enter. They’re only two inches, but it decreases the height difference between us, so it’s less of a bend when I need to kiss her.

Yes, it’s become a need.

Her light makeup is flawless, the plum eyeshadow a perfect match to her dress, giving her eyes a pop of color. Her hair’s in a fancy updo, and like a siren, her bare neck, except for a silver necklace, beckons me. I’ve had to refrain from leaning in several times to leave multiple kisses, settling for my fingers being the only touch points.

“Are they going to be here soon? It’s hot and I want a drink.” There’s a bit of a whine in Juli’s tone, and I’d like to think it’s from more than the heat and thirst. Her breath catches every time my fingers gently graze her neck and behind her ear. It has to be driving her wild. And I don’t plan on stopping soon. Well, besides an entire ceremony and reception ahead of us before we can relieve the tension.

We didn’t get it all out of our systems earlier.

I’ve never been so insatiable for a woman, but she’s unleashed this side of me who can’t get enough.

Not enough touches.

Not enough kisses.

Not enough orgasms.