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“Clara Prothero,” he called. “Cover yourself.”
I didn’t want to. I was almost naked and free, the sun and wind kissing my skin. It had been a long winter with the threat of Osian hanging over my head.
Here, in paradise, Osian seemed like nothing more than a bad dream.
But Merrick…he was real. And he was coming right towards me. Walking into the shallow water in his shoes and snatching me around the waist. Pulling my wet body against his chest, his eyes lit up.
“Get your perfect ass inside,” he ordered.
“Merrick, I want to swim,” I begged. “Please.”
“You may. In your swimsuit.”
“Merrick—”
He turned me around and picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder. The world flipped upside down and I hung there, in shock, as he walked me up the beach, through the garden, and into the compound.
Inside, it was beautiful and austere. The air conditioning was running full blast and my wet skin prickled as he marched me down the long hallway and up the stairs. We turned a corner and he pushed open a set of double doors to reveal a bedroom that looked out over the water.
The bed was low and wide, surrounded by mosquito netting. There were plants on the balcony that opened out to an infinity pool.
I gaped at the view, forgetting that he was behind me, his grip still hard on my wrist.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he murmured against my neck.
Before I could speak, he ushered me into the bathroom and turned on the spacious shower. The water poured down from the ceiling, already steaming.
I bent and started working my wet panties off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand come up and then it cracked across my ass. Hard enough I shot upright, whirling.
“Merrick!”
“It looked like it needed spanked,” he said, flashing a grin.
My pussy pulsed, roused by the sting. I huffed and pretended to be offended as I unhooked my bra and stepped into the water. Turning my back to give him a prime view of the handprint.
He dropped his clothes onto the floor and joined me. Shaking his wet hair back and running a hand over his head.
“I have to confess something,” he said. “I’m here for business too.”
“I kind of thought you might be,” I said. “Once I realized this was clearly a private island on international waters.”
His mouth twitched. “What is it you think I do?”
I shrugged. “Mafia stuff. Probably threatening people and taking their lunch money. I don’t know.”
He laughed, a deep, rich sound. “No, not really.”
“So…what do you do?”
“I make lots of money so I can spoil you.”
I rolled my eyes and turned around, handing him a bottle of shampoo. He began massaging it through my hair gently, taking his time. His fingers felt heavenly.
“We’ll be alone until tomorrow night,” he said. “There will be a lot of guests. I was thinking of sending you home before then.”
“Why?”
“There will be a lot of men here. Some of them aren’t the good kind.”
