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I close my eyes and let out a deep breath that I didn’t know I was holding. “Promise not to say anything?” I ask, opening one eye to see them nod in unison.
“It’s me,” I admit, and their faces light up like they’ve just been handed a slice of chocolate cake.
“I knew it!” Andy whispers, pumping her fist in the air.
“But don’t read into it. He probably just uploaded it because he likes the way it looked. There’s no deep meaning to it,” I caution them, trying to explain how his mind works. He can be very calculated at times, but this isn’t one of those times. They roll their eyes but don’t push it.
After we finish eating and gossiping about last night, we head back downstairs. Lauren slides the door open as soon as we enter, and I resist the urge to comment on her lingering presence.
“Who’s the chick, dude?” Kyle asks Knox, who sits up straight but ignores the question, continuing to eat his breakfast.
“Me, of course, Knox, babe. I didn’t know you were so artistic or that you’re good with the camera. Maybe we could do a shoot together?” Lauren suggests, leaning over to squeeze her boobs together and batting her lashes at him in her best come-hither face.
He releases a sigh, responding with a simple, “No.” As he finishes his meal, he rises from his seat and heads in my direction, Hannah persistently nudging me in the side, vying for my attention. She succeeds, but it earns her a glare.
I disengage from the counter, moving around to the sink to wash my hands. A plate is placed in the sink, a hand resting on my back. I quickly sidestep his heated touch, reaching for a towel hanging on the oven handle.
I select a cold pancake, drizzle it with maple syrup, and wrap it up before heading out to the deck. I settle onto the sofa, alone, nibbling on the syrup-drenched pancake.
I recline, pulling the blanket from the back of the chair to cover my bare legs. As I nestle into the sofa, the sliding door opens. It’s probably Lauren.
I don’t bother to lift my head to confirm. Then, the click of a camera. My eyes dart to the source of the sound.
He’s slouched on the sofa across the deck, next to the hot tub, camera in hand. The lens is aimed at me, the shutter clicking repeatedly.
I fix him with a hard stare. He lowers the camera, revealing his face. He’s staring back at me, his jaw set, his piercing blue eyes slicing through me.
His face is tense, every feature sharply defined. I break eye contact, turning my gaze to the sea’s horizon.
The camera shutter continues to click, and from the corner of my eye, I know he’s still taking pictures. I raise a hand to shield my face from the intrusive lens.
The door slides open again, and through my fingers, I see Lauren smirking at him. She saunters over, posing and stripping down to her bikini, putting on a show.
But he stops, pulling the camera away from his rugged face. He stares at her as if she’s grown a second head, but I turn my gaze back to the sea. I refuse to watch her seduction.
Slowly, he lifts me, my back scraping against the wall. It doesn’t hurt, and it won’t leave marks, but I can feel it.
He continues to lift me until he’s standing at his full height, pressing me harder against the wall. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist.
Traitors.
My hands ball into fists at my sides, resisting the urge to run them up his chiseled chest and wrap them around his neck.
My breath catches as I feel his breath on my neck, followed by the light brush of his lips. They trace a path up my jawline, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine.
My breathing becomes erratic, my heart pounding. His lips kiss my jaw, then trail down the left side of my neck, the kisses deepening.
Then he’s biting and sucking at my neck. I should stop him, but it feels so good.
Then I feel his hand release me, trailing up my arm. He stops when he’s level with my breast. His fingers lightly skim over the material of my bikini top, causing my nipples to harden.
My breath quickens slightly as his hand continues its teasing journey up my arm. I’m frozen, unable to stop him. I can feel his hardness against me, and I’m wet enough to fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool.
He toys with the strap of my top, pulling it down my arm. I’m still facing away from him.
He showers kisses on my shoulder, down to my collarbone, then along the curve of my breast. With a swift, easy move, he pulls back my bikini cup, exposing my breast, and continues his trail of kisses.
Hovering over my nipple, I feel his warm breath on it, then his tongue tracing the perimeter. I release a breathy moan as he takes it into his mouth, sucking on it.
My breathing grows heavier and I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall.
Feeling every bit of his mouth on me, he bites and suckles on my breast, his tongue teasing me intermittently. The tingles surge through my body, making me feel hot.
Bang Bang Bang.
“Uncle Knox, can you get my board?” Adam’s innocent voice comes from the other side of the door,
Knox doesn’t remove his mouth from my breast, but I’m wide-eyed, biting down to suppress a moan,
We hear the door handle being jiggled from the outside and I leap off him, fixing my top and picking up shound fname the P. my board from the floor.
He walks over to open the door and I see three little kids standing there, looking up at him. Eden sees him and immediately holds her hands up for him to take her, while Adam runs inside to get his board.
“Hi, Alex!” Adam’s voice echoes loudly in the shed, making me wince a little. I smile back at him and hand him his board.
“Hi, sweetheart! Here’s your board.” I look up to see Eden whispering something to Knox, who still has his hat on backward and looks as hot as hell. I’m trying to ignore him, and he’s doing the same.
Bending down, I pick up my hat from the dusty floor, blowing off the old leaves and dust, and slapping it against my leg to remove the rest.
I place it back on my head and weave my way around Knox and Eden, leaving the shed. I have Noah and Adam beside me, laughing about how excited they are to surf in the sea together.
Seeing the flash of cameras in front of me, I look around for another way to get to the water without the hassle of the paparazzi in my face.
Suddenly, a hand grabs my arm and pulls me through the sea of paparazzi. Knox places my hand on his waist and guides me through, while I have Adam and Noah in between us, doing my best to protect them.
He still has Eden in his arms, her head lying in the crook of his neck, shielding her face from the flashes, his hand resting on her head.
“Alex! Alex! Is that you in the picture?” The same question is repeated over and over again as we navigate through the crowd. It feels like we’ve jumped into a shark tank with red meat tied around our waists.
I notice my grip on his waist is tighter, so I loosen it slightly. The cameras are getting uncomfortably close, hitting off my hat.
I let go of Knox to pull my hat over my face, shielding it from them. Where is the ocean?
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