Gaby felt her mouth drop open. “Why would we stop in Vegas?”

It was a stupid question and she knew it. Cal knew it, too. The smug smile on his face told her so.

“We’ll stop there so we can get married. You said you would be happy if we got married. I’ve thought about this long and hard and decided that it’s a reasonable request.”

The dinner was not going as she planned. She had thought she could sit and logically work through the end of their relationship with Callum. It would be like a therapy session they both needed. She owed him an explanation. She expected him to yell at her. She expected him to try to get her in bed. She didn’t expect a marriage proposal.

Although it hadn’t been much of a proposal. “I’m not marrying you.”

One elegant eyebrow arched up. “And why not? You said this is what you wanted.”

“No, I wanted you to fall in love with me. I wanted you to want to marry me,” she ground out. It should be plain. She shouldn’t have to humiliate herself to make him understand.

His deep blue eyes narrowed and she felt the weight of his intensity. “You told me what you needed, and I’m giving it to you. I have a ring in my bag. If it’s not nice enough for you, I’ll pick another one, but I assure you the diamond is of the highest quality.”

“I don’t care about the diamond.” Her temper was a live flame in her body, stoked by every word he said. She’d dreamed of this moment, had fantasy after fantasy about how he would propose once he realized they were perfect together. Never, in all those daydreams, had he proposed to her because she “needed” it. Tears threatened and she was angry with herself because a part of her still wanted to take this gesture of his and run with it. That part of her that would never stop loving him told her to put that ring on her finger and his love would come later. It was an illusion, a little girl fantasy she had to let go of.

“I should think you would care about your engagement ring,” he replied. “I spent an enormous amount of time making sure it was the best I could buy for you. I designed the mounting myself.”

“I’m sure it’s lovely.” It was past time to end this discussion. She stood up suddenly. He wasn’t going to be reasonable. She had no idea what his game was, but she wasn’t going to play. “It doesn’t matter because I have no intention of marrying a man who doesn’t love me.”

He remained seated. “Do you want me to say the words? I can certainly say the words if you need them.”

He looked cool and collected in his white dress shirt and neatly pressed slacks. Only Callum could keep his clothes perfect in the tropics. Everyone else wore shorts or casual dresses, and even those got wrinkled in the heat, but Cal looked like he’d walked straight off the pages of a magazine. Her hair wilted in the heat. It bothered her that Callum’s hair curling merely made him more appealing.

Tears were threatening, and she’d promised herself she wouldn’t cry over him again. What she wouldn’t give for him to say he loved her if he really meant it. “It doesn’t mean anything if you don’t feel it. We both know you don’t love me.”

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes tired as he ran a hand through his thick hair. “Do we? I know I’ve missed you. I know I would greatly prefer to have you in my life. Why can’t that be a version of love?”

“Because it isn’t.” There was no talking to him. He’d decided he wanted her back and he would be relentless. If she wasn’t careful she would end up right back where she’d started—his plaything, useful but ultimately empty and replaceable. “I have some things I need to see to. I hope you enjoy the rest of your dinner.”

His hand reached out to grab her arm. His face was a slab of granite. “I won’t enjoy the evening without you, Gabrielle. I thought I made that clear. Don’t walk away from me. I’m willing to sit and discuss this with you, but if you walk away, I’ll be forced to try something else.”

She stopped, well aware they were in the middle of the dining room and everyone could see them. “This isn’t fair.”

“It wasn’t fair of you to walk out on me under false pretenses,” he said in an altogether too reasonable voice. “Put the shoe on the other foot. How would you feel if I had been the one who walked away? If I hid a serious, potentially life-threatening illness from you, how would you feel? You could have died. Would I have even been informed? Would you have let me go on not knowing what had happened to you?”

He said it evenly, but she knew him. She could hear the emotion in his voice. It made her heart hurt because there was that kernel of true feeling she’d always known he had. It was an ember she’d never been able to stoke into a fire. “I figured Greg would tell you.”

He laughed bitterly. “Of course. I’m sure he would have told me gently since you didn’t bother to mention to him that I hadn’t kicked you to the curb the minute I heard you were diagnosed with cancer.”

“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Gaby snatched her arm away. She backed up before he could get a hand on her again. “I’m sorry. I never said any such thing to him or anyone else. After I left you, I never talked about you to any of our friends. Not once. I need to go. I hope you enjoy your stay with us, Mr. Reed.”

He cursed, but he didn’t stand up to follow her. At least she didn’t have to worry about that drama playing out in front of the dining room. She crossed the floor toward the exit as quickly as her heels would take her, feeling his eyes on her the whole time. A shiver raced along her skin and she was disconcerted to find it wasn’t from fear. Oh, the fear was in there, but she couldn’t fool herself. Being so close to Callum aroused her. She’d spent most of the last year worried that her sex drive was simply gone. Now she knew it had merely been waiting for the one man she shouldn’t want.

She turned out of the dining room. Several staff members greeted her, but she simply nodded and kept walking, determined to put distance between herself and Cal. Outside. That was what she needed. She needed to feel the sand under her feet, to remind herself that she was here and different than before. This was her place of power, not his. Every instinct in her body wanted her to go back to Callum and sink to her knees. Cal would take care of her, but she didn’t need that anymore. She was strong and powerful. She could handle everything on her own.

The minute she stepped outside, she felt like she could breathe again.

The moon was full, hanging low in the velvet sky as she slid out of her heels and let her toes wiggle in the still-warm sand. The Caribbean lay in front of her like a shimmering jewel. One deep breath and then another as she let the breeze soothe her heated skin. Cal had her stimulated on every level. Emotionally. Physically. There was no way to deny the effect he had on her. Being close to him set her every nerve on edge. It had been impossible not to reach out and touch him. She’d kept telling herself to keep her hands on the table, and yet they naturally sought out his skin.

A low moan broke through the quiet night. Ah, she was next to one of the hot tub areas. Everything at Decadence was built to accommodate sexual desire. It was a private club that served as a playground for the rich with exotic tastes. In accordance with its purpose, there were several “bathing” areas. One was ultramodern, with jets and bubbly hot water that covered what happened under it with its froth. One was attached to the pool, while another overlooked the ocean. This particular area was known as the Roman bath, and it was currently being put to the use Greg intended.

She glanced over, noting that there were five people in the bath area, two women and three men. The bath was a long, beautifully tiled tub surrounded by chaise lounges and palm trees. In this area all the food was finger food, grapes, and cheese, along with staff in togas to serve the guests. The men sat in the steaming tub watching as the women put on a show.

She should walk along the beach, get some perspective. She needed to think about what was going to happen when Cal showed up for round two, because there would definitely be another battle.

And yet she found herself standing there, watching. She’d been the manager here for almost a year and she never watched. Didn’t have any interest, which was precisely why she was a good manager.

Now all she could think about was sex.

Two female bodies lay on top of a plush lounger, their limbs entwined. One blonde and a raven-haired beauty. The blonde was on her back with her legs spread as the dark-haired woman nestled her head at the juncture of her partner’s thighs. The woman’s tongue darted out to slide through her partner’s pussy. The blonde spread her legs, showing off the wet juices that spilled onto her thighs.

She wasn’t interested in women. She had nothing against them, but she’d always known she liked men. But there was something so erotic about the picture in front of her she couldn’t deny it.

“Oh, yes.” The blonde was moaning, her husky voice carried by the wind.

Gaby stood at the vine-covered fence separating the play area from the beach.

One of the men pulled himself up, perching on the side of the bath. He was muscular, with broad shoulders and neatly kept hair. He balanced on one arm, leaning back as his feet dangled in the steamy water. His big hand slid down his wet body. He cupped his heavy balls before traveling up to the thick base of his cock. He stroked himself up and down leisurely.

Gaby watched, remembering the silky skin that covered Callum’s big cock. It was so beautiful. She loved the feel of him, the play of smooth and strong. Callum’s cock was huge. The first time she’d seen it, her eyes had eaten it up. Her pussy had clenched at the thought of how well he’d fill her up. She loved how powerful she felt when he was in her hands. She would roll his balls against her palm and watch as his cock twitched, begging for attention. She would lick the head, paying special attention to the V on the underside. She would lick that spot over and over, teasing it before swallowing his dick whole.

Even though he barked orders at her, she was in control in those moments.

The man in front of her stroked himself, his cock pulsing. His eyes were locked on the women as they writhed in pleasure. The dark-haired woman licked and sucked at the blonde’s clit.

The sight was an erotic jolt to Gaby’s system. How long had it been since she had cupped her own mound and rode her fingers to pleasure? Frustrated tears filled her eyes. Sometimes it felt like her own body was a foreign thing she would never get used to again. It was a cruel twist of fate to Gaby’s mind. She’d never been one of those women to question her sexuality. She’d been more than happy to take her pleasure. She hadn’t had a ton of lovers, but she’d enjoyed almost all of them. The mistakes she’d made, she’d forgiven herself for. She’d accepted her submissive nature and dismissed anyone who looked down on her for it.

The loss of her sexual self was almost as devastating as the cancer itself.

The blonde cupped her full breasts as the black-haired woman pulled apart her labia, revealing the pink pearl hidden there. She sat up and looked down at her partner’s clit, murmuring words Gaby couldn’t quite hear. She could fill in the blanks. The dark-haired girl would tell the blonde how gorgeous her little clit was. She would tell her how it was sweet to taste that juicy pussy. The dark-haired woman’s hand came out and slid across the clit in front of her before she leaned over to finish the job she’d started.

Her tongue darted out to tease the blonde’s clit mercilessly. Gaby watched with breathless anticipation as a single finger was added. The blonde groaned and started to ride that finger, her hips pumping frantically. It wouldn’t be enough. Not nearly. She knew that feeling, knew how desperate a woman could get when she was kept on the jagged edge. A woman on the edge would need way more than that little finger, but she would shove it in, trying to hit that sweet spot. Cal had done this to her so many times. He would tease her until she wanted to scream. She would try to move against him, try to force him to give her more.

That was when the discipline would begin.

No discipline for the blonde, however. Her partner simply smiled and gave her what she wanted. Two and then three fingers disappeared into the blonde’s creamy pussy, and when the dark-haired woman leaned down and gave her clit a long, slow lick, the blonde’s head began to thrash a little as she moaned.

Gaby glanced over at the men. The man sitting on the side was looking directly at her, and a slow smile spread across his face. He was a very attractive man with blond hair and Nordic blue eyes. His cock was long and thick. He brushed his thumb across the bulbous head. Even from her vantage, she could see the cream beginning to coat him, facilitating his masturbation. The muscles of his washboard abs rippled as he picked up the pace. He stared straight at Gaby as he pumped his cock harder and harder, pulling at it from base to head. His balls drew up tight and close to his body. His face flushed. Gaby could hear the blonde coming, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the man. He breathed out and groaned as jets of cream began to coat his hands.

He winked at Gaby and mouthed, “Join me.”

Gaby nearly jumped back. It was one thing to watch, another thing entirely to join in. She could imagine his horror when she got naked. He was practically perfect. How would he react to her breasts? How would he react to the freaky tattooed nipples she sported now? More than that, how could she even think about anyone else when Cal was here? That, above all else, made her want to run. She couldn’t still be in love with Callum. A little panicked, Gaby took another step back and walked straight into a brick wall. Thick arms surrounded her.

“You have no idea how lucky you are you didn’t take that asshole up on his invitation,” Cal breathed darkly into her ear.

His arms wound around her waist. She was pierced by the sweet feeling it brought. She’d always felt safe in Callum’s grip. Warmth flooded her system.

She remembered how he liked to sleep plastered against her. It had been difficult at first, but after a while, she came to crave the tangle of limbs Callum preferred to rest in. Even when he moved in his sleep, he pulled her along. She hadn’t slept deeply in ten months. “I wasn’t thinking about joining in.”

“Good, because you would have been cleaning up a bloody mess, pet. I understand we have problems to iron out. Do not bring another man into them.”

His hands moved up to cup her breasts. She tried to pull away.

“Stop it,” he ordered in that deep voice that had her obeying almost mindlessly. She stilled in his arms. She could feel his rock-hard cock against her ass. “I’m not hurting you, Gabrielle. I promise my cock will stay in my pants. Relax. Let me make you feel good. Consider it payback for the blow job I stole.”

She laughed at the thought. “You were never good at keeping it in your pants. I’ve heard endless stories of your conquests.”

He stilled behind her. “That’s not true.” He turned her around and threaded his fingers through hers. He pulled her away from the bath area and down to the beach. It was quieter here, and he sank down into the sand, tugging her between his legs. “Gabrielle, I admit to having certain exotic tastes, but you’re under a misconception about my level of experience.”

His arms caged her, forcing her back against his chest. The cool breeze off the ocean caressed her skin. The moon was full and heavy in the sky. It was a truly romantic night. She felt surrounded by him, his arms almost a blanket around her skin. She should get up and leave, but she’d always been curious about Cal’s past. The idea that she could learn what had been secret for so long kept her right where she was. “I was told you went through a sub a night before you met me.”

He gently urged her head back as he spoke quietly. “I met you two weeks after the anniversary of my wife’s death. Do you honestly believe I started fucking my way through the club when she was barely in the ground?”

He asked the question with not an ounce of heat, but she flushed all the same. It seemed she hadn’t been fair to him. It had been easier to think of him that way. It hadn’t lessened her love for him, just made it simpler to leave. But if there was one thing she did know about her former Master it was that he’d honored his wife. “No, you wouldn’t have don’t that. I’m sorry. I listened to gossip.”

“You listened to Heather,” he accused softly. “She’s never been my biggest fan, even though I was the one who introduced her to Greg. I did go to the club. I did it out of habit even though it was hard because Cassie loved it. The club was one of the only places she felt perfectly at home. We were married very young. We discovered our sexuality together. She was very submissive, much more than you ever were, pet. Cassie was incredibly soft. Sometimes the world was a bit much for her. I was her protector. I provided for her.”

“I’m sure she paid you back.” She felt the strange need to defend her predecessor. In defending Cassie, she was almost defending herself. She’d never gotten credit for what she brought to the table.

“She was different than you.” His hand was on her knee. Gaby was sure she knew what he was doing. It was a manipulative bastard thing to do, but then that described Cal to a T. He was playing with her body, priming her for pleasure. She should get up and walk off, but that would stop him from talking. Cal knew how curious she’d always been. He also knew she was incapable of denying herself this talk.

“How was she different?” She gave up the fight. She relaxed back and let her legs fall open. After all, he was right. He did owe her. His hand immediately took the ceded territory. She felt him sigh as his fingers cupped her mound.

“For one thing, she followed orders.” He sounded slightly irritated. His fingers impatiently tugged at the waistband of her panties. “Since when did you start wearing underwear?”

She grinned in the moonlight. Underwear had not been allowed in the Reed-Sullivan household. At least, it hadn’t been allowed for her. Cal wore boxers. After she’d left him, buying a six-pack of Hanes for herself was one of the first things she’d done.

“And this feels like cotton.” He spoke with the greatest of disdain, as though he could think of nothing worse than plain cotton panties.

“It is.” She nearly giggled. She’d forgotten how much fun it was to tease him. She hadn’t done it often during their years together, but he’d always handled it well. He was a man who could laugh at himself. “And it’s white with little pink daisies.”

“Gabrielle.” Her name was an admonition.

“Start talking about something important or I’ll leave,” she swore. He would spend an hour lecturing her on the proper material lingerie should be made from.

“Fine.” His fingers simply slid under the offending material. She let her head fall back against his chest as she felt her whole body heating. Watching the scene before had gotten her aroused, but this spiked her sensuality in a way she hadn’t felt since long before her operation. It was so good, so right to have his hands on her again. His fingers slid all around her pussy, gently teasing her clit. “I’ll let it go for now. Cassie wasn’t like you. You’re working under the misconception that I chose you because you reminded me of her.”

Even under his skillful hands, she tensed at his words. “So you picked me because I didn’t remind you of her.”

He pinched her clit lightly, making her groan. It had the added effect of forcing her to relax again. His hand went back to its slow slide through her ever-increasing juices. “I picked you because I was crazy about you. Despite what Heather said, I’m not some manwhore screwing every pretty sub to come my way.”

“Okay, I’ll admit Heather can be a bit over the top. So you didn’t go through a bunch of subs?” Gaby asked breathlessly. The night she met him, she’d expected to be one of those subs he scened with and spent time with and left behind. She’d been so attracted to him it hadn’t mattered. For her, it was love at first sight. Though it wasn’t flattering to think of how desperate she’d been, it was the truth. She’d been willing to take what she could get.

“I did, but not in the way you think.” He shifted and she could feel the hard press of his erection against her spine. “About four months after Cassie passed, I went back to the club. It was funny because I didn’t want to go back there, but I also couldn’t stand the thought of going somewhere else. I knew if I didn’t get out, I would go crazy. I met a sub there. I took her up to a private room. She liked to be spanked, so I spanked her. I tied her up, spanked her, and got her off with a vibrator and then I sent her on her way. That was the first night I was able to sleep somewhat. It wasn’t perfect, but I wasn’t quite as alone as I’d been before. So I found someone else who needed me the next night and the night after that.”

“You didn’t sleep with them,” she said softly, letting the words really permeate her brain. Cal didn’t go without sex. He was hardwired to need it. The only nights he hadn’t taken her were nights he was away on business. Even then, he would call, complain, and swear he wasn’t leaving her behind again.

Because he needed her with him, under him, surrounding him.

“Gabrielle, I’ve put my cock inside two women my whole life.” His mouth was pressed against her ear. “I’m sure that blows my macho image, but it’s only been you and Cassie, pet.”

“Cal.” She couldn’t think of what else to say. It didn’t make her think less of him. He was an incredible lover.

It appeared he was also very picky.

“Hush,” he ordered. He worked two fingers deep inside her, sliding and rubbing her sweet spot. It had been so long that his fingers seemed to fill her up. “God, you’re hot. Do you have any idea how much I missed this? What was I saying? Yes, you’re different from Cassie. Cassie was much more dependent.”

She started to open her mouth, but his thumb brushed firmly against her clit, and she felt the desperate need to push herself against him.

“I know what you would say if you could breathe, pet, but you’re wrong. You were dependent on me for money, but that was circumstantial. You were perfectly capable of earning it yourself if you had to. Cassie never held down a job. I married her straight out of high school. I had a trust fund, which came in handy since my family cut me off for marrying a girl they didn’t approve of. I didn’t come into it right away, and the first years were hard, but eventually I used that fund to put myself through school. Cassie remained in our small apartment. She didn’t go to school, and she didn’t work. The thought frightened her. Cassie had a bad childhood. She trusted me, but not a lot of other people.”

Cal hooked his feet under hers and opened her fully. He growled at the panties in his way but worked around them. His thumb circled her clit as his long fingers fucked deep inside.

“Oh, Cal.” The feeling was a revelation. It had been so long since her mind was able to turn off. He slid in and out of her pussy, and she couldn’t help but wish it was his cock.

“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his voice going deep and dark. It wasn’t a request. This was the Dom commanding her, and every honey-drenched word reached deep inside her. “How long has it been since you came?”

She didn’t even consider lying. It wasn’t something she could do when she was in this state. “Ten months, two weeks, and three days.”

He chuckled against her ear, the satisfied sound rumbling over her skin. “So no other men then, pet?”

Another finger joined the first two, and she gasped. Her hips were pressing against his hand now as though they had no choice but to move. Her body remembered this rhythm, knew how this was going to go and was desperate for the end of the game.

“No one else.” She managed to respond despite the fact that it was getting hard to breathe.

“I don’t want anyone else, either,” he admitted. “I’ve been alone since you left me, though I will admit to self-pleasure. Quite a bit of it, actually.”

She laughed through her pounding need. He sounded surprisingly sweet as he admitted his masturbatory habits. “I’m glad you had something to get you through.”

His fingers slowly rotated, scissoring inside her. His hips moved slightly of their own accord. His erection seemed to swell against her back. It had to be killing him. God, she wanted that cock inside her. She pressed back against him, rubbing against that big dick.

“I thought of you every time I came, Gabrielle. That moment when my balls drew up and I knew I was going to spew everywhere, that’s when I saw your face. No matter what I tried to think about, I always saw your face.”

His thumb pressed down on her clitoris, and she shouted out. Her cry pierced the quiet night, but she didn’t care. Heat and pleasure bloomed across her body like a hot bomb detonating in her womb. She shook slightly and let herself fall back against Callum’s chest. He continued to pet her for a moment. Every time his hand slid across her clit was like a little aftershock causing her whole body to shake with pleasure. He seemed to enjoy the effect he had. He nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses there. His cock was rock hard against her back, but he made no move to relieve himself.

“You’re so beautiful when you come, Gaby,” he whispered against her skin.

“You can’t see me.” She was facing away from him.

“I don’t need to see you. I have it memorized. Your face is perfectly open when you come. Every bit of emotion and pleasure is written there like a book I helped to write. Sometimes I think I like watching you come even more than I like coming myself.”

Gaby snorted.

“And I missed that sweet little sound you make when you’re terribly amused,” he said.

She could feel his smile on her skin.

“I sound like a pig.” It was a terrible habit she couldn’t stop. Callum had always seemed proper and well-bred, yet he had always loved the way she laughed. His fingers slid out of her pussy, and she bemoaned the loss.

The minute his fingers left her, she found herself on her back in the soft, warm sand. Callum was quick when he was motivated. He loomed over her, his gorgeous face illuminated by the full moon. His lower body covered hers, and he balanced himself on his left hand. With great deliberation, he brought his right hand up to his mouth and painstakingly licked his fingers clean. She could see her cream glistening on his skin just before his tongue came out to lap it up.

“You taste like heaven.” He leaned down, sparing her none of his weight. His mouth took hers, his tongue plunging inside like the raider he was.

Gaby gave herself up to the feeling. This was what she craved. His commanding dominance was her weakness. She’d been dominated by other men, but none ever made her feel the way Callum did. She felt all of her trouble flow away. It was always like this when Cal took charge. She could lay back and enjoy because he would take care of her. He would tell her what he liked. He would tell her how much he liked it. She didn’t have to worry about being awkward or doing things wrong. Cal would gently push her the way he needed her to go and praise her when she got there.

She let her arms drift up and around his neck. Her tongue came out to play with his, and he growled his appreciation. She could taste her tangy arousal on his lips as he slanted his mouth over hers. His erection nudged insistently at her soaking pussy. He spread her legs wide, leaving nowhere for her to hide from him. He was in control. Now she remembered why she hadn’t worn panties around this man. They were constantly wet.

“Gabrielle?” Her name was now a question. His eyes were oddly uncertain as he looked down on her.

“Come inside me, Cal.” She knew he had promised to keep it in his pants, but there was no way she didn’t want him deep inside her. Her pussy cried out for him. Even though she’d recently come, she already ached for him again. He was only here for a week. They should make the most of it.

“You’ll marry me, then?”

It was like a bucket of cold water had been thrown on her head. “What?”

“I asked you to marry me,” he said. His face was a mask of desire. His hips pumped against her while he spoke, his dick sliding over her clit, making her crazy. But his slacks and her panties were in between them, and it appeared he was leaving them there for now. “I deserve an answer.”

“You’re a bastard.” She was already hot and bothered again and a part of her pleaded to give him the words he wanted so he would fuck her. If she said yes, he would open his slacks, rip her panties off, and be inside her before she could think straight. Her pussy seemed to think that was a great plan.

“Probably.” He ground his cock against her, swiveling his hips so he hit her desperate clit just the right way. “But I am a bastard with standards. I have no intention of having a brief affair with you, Gabrielle. I don’t want fast sex. I want commitment. I was uninterested in an affair before. It’s why I had you sign a contract with me.”

He’d been damn insistent about his contract. She tried to move against him, but he held her still. He was torturing her. He knew exactly which spot to hit to tantalize and tease. She was incredibly close, but sex wouldn’t solve their problems. “You didn’t want marriage then. You were very clear about it.”

“Well, if I had realized how little you thought of the contract between us, perhaps I would have insisted,” Cal mused. His face was flushing, his breath becoming ragged. Gaby knew all the signs. He was getting close to coming. “Gabrielle, seriously, admit you’ll marry me. I can’t hold out much longer. Come on. We both would rather I be inside you when I come. I want it so fucking much. I need to be inside you.”

“I’m not marrying you,” she insisted. In this, she was going to be in charge and not her libido. She squirmed, trying to get out from under him.

“Don’t do that, pet,” he ordered, but it was too late. He gasped and gave in. He pressed his cock against her pussy and groaned as he released all over his expensive slacks. He pumped against her over and over, his whole body shaking. His head fell forward, his lips nuzzling against her neck.

Gaby was able to roll him off her. That’s what righteous indignation could do for a girl. She got to her feet and barely restrained herself from kicking sand in his face. He sprawled across the sand like a satisfied warrior. There was an arrogant grin on his face as he looked up at her. He took deep breaths of the humid air and made no move to come after her.

“You’re an asshole, Callum.”

He grinned up at her. “But I’m your asshole, Gabrielle. Speaking of assholes. I’ve missed yours, pet. Oh, how I’ve missed it. I would really like to tunnel my way in again. You’re so tight around my cock. Remember how good it feels with me buried in your tight little ass while I fuck your pussy with a vibrator?”

She felt a fresh wave of arousal coat her pussy. “Damn you.”

She stalked off.

“You’ll marry me, Gabrielle.”

His words carried across the sand as she practically ran from him. The trouble was, she couldn’t be sure they weren’t true.