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  Alex gives me a scathing look. “You mean instead of disappointed with us?”

  “Maybe he’s not disappointed.” Belle’s voice cuts through the air. She stands behind us, silhouetted by the sun and looking radiant in a light yellow cotton dress. The dress is perfectly appropriate, chaste-looking even, reaching down below her knees.

  And it has the effect of making me totally hard.

  Alex laughs. “Yeah, well, no offense, but you’ve only been around this place for like a minute.”

  Belle shrugs as she sits down on the edge of one of the teak chairs opposite me, crossing her legs at the ankles. I try to look at her casually, like a disinterested, friendly soon-to-be-sibling, but I'm afraid I'm staring. What I really want to do is pick her up and carry her to my bedroom. Or kick Alex out of here and have my way with Belle right here and now. “And that is why I’m saying something,” she says. “As an outsider. Maybe he just worries about you guys.”

  “He hates all of my friends.”

  “You mean, like Finn Asher?” I ask. “No offense, but that guy is an idiot.”

  “Well, maybe I like him,” Alex huffs.

  “We both know that’s not true,” I say, looking at her meaningfully. Her face turns beet red, and she stands up, her expression contorted in anger.

  “Whatever, Albie,” she says, picking up her phone and huffing off, without another word.

  “What was that about?” Belle asks.

  “You haven’t noticed her and Max?” I ask.

  “The bodyguard?”

  “She totally has a crush on him,” I tell her. “I’m pretty sure it’s mutual.”

  “Oh,” Belle says, her eyes going wide. “That’s why he was so upset when she went running off with Finn, the day we came up in the helicopter.”

  “Exactly.”

  “And she likes him?”

  “For a while now.”

  “And she can’t date the bodyguard because…” Belle’s voice trails off, and I give her a look.

  “For obvious reasons.”

  “It’s 2015,” Belle says.

  “Says the girl who’s sneaking around with –“

  She cuts me off, her hand in the air. “I get what you’re saying.”

  A look passes over her face, and something shifts between us, an unspoken truth that hangs heavy in the air.

  This will be over soon, and there’s no changing it. We both know we’re playing with fire. I still haven’t gotten the marriage annulled, afraid that if I do, whatever’s happening between us will suddenly change and that everything will end. This time at the summerhouse is a reprieve, an escape from the reality of the outside world and all of its obligations and expectations.

  What’s happening between us has an expiration date. We have to stop before our parents' wedding. We both know it – it’s a fact that hangs over both of us.

  It’s an unspoken, immutable fact.

  Even if neither one of us want to admit it.

  "I need you." I blurt out the words without thinking. The words sound merely sexual, but I think I mean them in more than a superficial way.

  That fact should terrify me, but for some reason, it doesn't.

  Belle blushes. "Not here," she whispers.

  "Why not?"

  Belle cocks her head to the side and looks at me with a sly smile. "You're getting too bold for your own good.”

  "No one has caught us yet."

  "Yet is the operative word," she says.

  "No one is outside, luv.”

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “Let me see what you’re wearing under that dress.”

  She rolls her eyes, acting perturbed, but she can’t hide the trace of smile that caresses her lips. She uncrosses her ankles, and looks around furtively before she opens her legs, her fingers pulling the edge of her skirt up on her thigh. She does it casually, like she’s adjusting her dress and not at all like she’s sitting across from me and giving me a show.

  “You’re wearing panties,” I say. “I’m disappointed.”

  “I was at the hospital,” she says, shaking her head.

  “That’s the only reason I’m excusing it.”

  “You’re excusing it?” she asks, laughing. The sound is light, melodic. “How noble of you.”

  “I am a prince.”

  “You’re a prince among men, I’m sure.”

  “I want your pussy on my face,” I say. “I’ve been fucking craving the taste of you.”

  A pink flush rises on Belle’s cheeks. “Out here?”

  I look around, my eyes resting on a space on the other side of the garden where ten-foot-tall manicured bushes edge a space near one of the fountains. “Walk over there.”

  “Do you really think I’m going to just do everything you tell me to do?” she asks, the hint of a smile still on her lips.

  “So you don’t want my mouth on your pussy, then?”

  Belle stands up, smoothing her dress over her hips and turning up her nose at me, before walking slowly over to that area of the garden.

  Just like I told her to do.

  I wait a minute, before joining her. “You always do what you’re told,” I say, kissing her full on the lips.

  She pushes me back playfully. “You’re such a jerk.”

  “I don’t hear you complaining when my tongue is between your legs,” I say. “Speaking of which, I’m going to need these.”

  I reach underneath her skirt, pulling the edge of her panties and sliding them over her hips. They fall to the ground, catching on her heels, and when she tries to kick them, they tangle. I kneel at her feet, picking them up and slip them into my pocket.

  Belle laughs. “Are you keeping my panties?”

  “Are you surprised?” I slide my hands up her calf, then higher to her thigh, relishing the way she jumps at my touch – and the way I know that twitch is because she likes it.

  “No,” she whispers as my fingers wander between her legs, finding her already wet. She’s wet so quickly for me, no matter what.

  It makes me crazy.

  I stroke her lightly with my fingertip, moving over her clit before finding her entrance and teasing her gently with my finger. “You’re wet for me,” I note.

  “That’s what happens when you tell me you want to put your mouth on my pussy,” she says, her voice catching as I slide a finger easily inside her.

  “Noted,” I say, stroking her. “So if I tell you that all afternoon, I’ve been sitting here pretending to read, but really I’ve been just thinking about how much I want you to sit on my face…”

  “That would make…me…wet,” she says. Her voice is breathy as I stroke her.

  “And if I told you that I was thinking all afternoon about how much I want my tongue inside you, licking you…how much I wanted your taste on my lips…”

  “Albie…” she moans softly.

  “I love hearing you moan my name.” I slide my finger from her and replace it with my mouth, my tongue exploring her, teasing her, rolling over and over her clit. She’s like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I can’t get enough of her.

  But when I pull away from her and stand, she groans. “Don’t tease me,” she whispers.

  “I told you I was thinking about you sitting on my face,” I tell her. “That’s where I want you.”

  Belle looks around. Her breath is still short, her breasts rising and falling quickly underneath her dress. “Out here?”

  “Out here,” I say.

  “In the grass?”

  “Stop being so prissy,” I say. “You’re not a princess yet.”

  “I’m not being prissy,” she says, huffing. “You’re asking me to sit on your face, outside in broad daylight.”

  “I’m asking you to sit on my face and put my cock in your mouth,” I whisper, my lips near her ear. “Outside in broad daylight. And I know the thought makes you wet.”

  “You’re a bad influence on me,” she whispers, her hands running down my chest.