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did.”
    “And does that usually work on the ladies?” she asked.
    “It worked on the only one that mattered,” he said, twirling her again.
    That was far too close to the truth for Sloan, so she simply smiled and let Adam lead her around the dance floor.
    “You ready to retire, honey?” Adam asked three dances later.
    “Yes, darling,” she replied, looking up at him indulgently.
    He moved closer to her and brushed his lips against her ear. On the outside, it probably looked like a show of genuine affection, but to Sloan, it didn’t feel like an act. So much so, she went quiet as Adam led her out of the pavilion and back toward their room, hoping the quiet and the walk would help her clear her head and get her body and mind back into control, which wouldn’t be easy with Adam’s strong fingers interlaced with hers.
    “I’m so happy to get out of this dress,” she said when they reached the room. She probably should have kept quiet, but her nerves wouldn’t let her.
    “Why?” Adam asked.
    She turned, looked at him, and sighed. “I feel ridiculous in it,” she said. “I don’t know how Cassandra convinced me to buy it.”
    Adam kept his eyes on her, not agreeing or disagreeing, and then he began to walk closer. She froze, looked at him confused as he moved even closer and then stopped when he was not even an inch away from her, so tall, she had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes, which were again that amber darkness, and she thought she could stare into his eyes, be in his arms, forever.
    “I think you look beautiful,” he finally said, speaking with such an earnestness, Sloan couldn’t disbelieve him.
    “Good night, Sloan,” he said, and then he brushed past her to the bathroom.

7
    “ T his is so pretty , beautiful, really,” Sloan said the next morning as they sat under the same thatched-roof pavilion, this time for breakfast.
    Adam, who had been busily searching the terrain with his eyes, trying to see and understand everything there was about the resort and surrounding outbuildings, looked at her.
    And immediately regretted it.
    She’d taken a bite of melon and was now washing it down with the guava juice that had been provided with their meal, her lips wet and glistening in the morning sun. Adam couldn’t stop the image of himself kissing those lips until the wetness was gone, feasting on the sweetness of her lips. Couldn’t stop himself from imagining those lips opening to take his cock.
    “Yeah,” he said gruffly and then he looked away.
    Barely eight a.m. and he was already fantasizing about her. Not that last night had given him any respite. There had only been one bed, couples’ retreat and all, and Adam, finding a shred of chivalry or maybe out of self-preservation, had offered to let her have it. She’d told him no, insistent they could share a bed.
    They had, both of them hugging their respective edges, backs to each other. But there hadn’t been a single second that Adam hadn’t been aware of her, much like he was now.
    Adam tried to bring his attention back to the matter at hand, which was seeing past the opulence to what was going on here, something that would be impossible if he was too busy thinking about all the ways he could debauch sweet Sloan.
    He’d probably been too terse, but had no choice. He needed to keep it short and concise, because his companion, the one who was supposed to make their cover believable, might become the reason he blew it. And he would if he let the desire raging inside him get a moment’s foothold.
    “Honey…”
    At Sloan’s sweetly whispered endearment, Adam turned to face her again.
    “You’re not eating,” Sloan said.
    She went quiet then, bugged her eyes out, and then quickly looked around at the other tables.
    There were about thirteen small tables situated under the pavilion, laid out in an ideal structure for couples, one that gave the illusion of privacy, making it seem as if each couple was alone.
    He looked back at Sloan.