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Wow.

“We should…we should stop,” Monty says, panting so hard I rise and fall as well.

“Really?” I ask.

“We’re in public, Kendall,” he grumbles.

“Right,” I agree as I slide off him. “These skimpy bathing suits were a bad idea.”

“Kissing was a bad idea,” he says, then he grabs the side of my face to bring my mouth to his again.

It’s hot, amazing, and feels way too real.

Monty doesn’t really want me though.

I’m everything he doesn’t want in a fiancée, which is why he brought me this weekend.

If he wanted me, he would’ve kissed me years ago. But he didn’t.

Now, he’s just broken up with the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and is probably eager to sleep with someone else, to try and get over her.

“We should go…go find Adam,” I say when I pull away.

“Kendall…” Monty starts but I’m already climbing out of the hammock.

Or at least trying to roll out before I cause the entire thing to flip over.

I land face-first in the sand with Monty’s weight on top of me.

“Well, that’s not making this any easier,” my boss dryly remarks above me.

All my disappointment, anger, and whatever else disappears as I start to laugh. His weight lifts off me and then he’s rolling me over and dusting the sand from my nose and cheeks. “How’s your head? Did you land on the knot?”

“Of course I did.” I reach up and gently probe the sore area with a hiss. “Now I’m going to have bruises on top of bruises.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Yes, it is!”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it sounds like he’s apologizing for more than just the bruises. He regrets kissing me already.

I knew he was just lost in the moment, and it didn’t mean anything.

I’m way too emotional and clingy today.

Adam returns when Monty is helping me get to my feet.

“Everything okay over here?” he asks while Monty turns around to not so subtly adjust himself in his tight speedo.

“Just had a little spill,” I tell him with a smile. “Now we’re all sandy.”

“Well, then if you want to shower off the next location is the hot tub back at your bungalow.”

“Great.” That sounds…even more intimate than the public hammock on the beach.

A few moments later, Monty and I are stepping into the warm, bubbly water. Adam directs me to sit sideways on Monty’s lap, which is not such a great idea after all that went down before.

He grunts when I lower my bottom onto him. “Sorry.”