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My attention went to her perfect breasts. I dipped my head and used the tip of my tongue to run a circle around her hardened nipple. Before I could think, my mouth covered her breast, and I sucked and pulled it further into my mouth.

She arched her hips up into my waist as if I’d reached for her clit.

Holy fuck, she was as turned on by this moment as I was.

Then, like someone had poured ice water over my head, my brain finally caught up with the rest of me. In the middle of nearly losing every ounce of control I had, one very important realization slammed into me—I hadn’t thought about protection once.

My lips protested as I forced myself away from her body, my forehead dropping to the center of her chest while I tried to steady my breathing. Hearing her soft pants beneath me nearly destroyed my resolve all over again. Hell, in that moment, I felt reckless enough to tell her I’d gladly raise the damn kid if tonight went too far.

But thankfully, common sense finally won the fight against lust and dragged me back to reality.

“You are so perfect,” I said.

I felt her body tense, and most likely out of fear of some form of rejection I was about to deliver.

Fuck my life. Why didn’t I just take her back to my other room? Right… because I wanted to prevent this from happening.

Maybe it was for the best?

“Is everything okay?”

I heard the shakiness in her voice.

My eyes lifted to hers. “No,” I said, my voice rough and laced with irritation.

Her eyes became concerned. “What happened?”

“I don’t know how to say this…”

“Well, figure it out because I’m really fucking confused right now.”

I smiled at her irritation.

“Catalina,” I said, my hand reaching for her face. “I don’t have any condoms in this room.”

I think it was the pitiful look on my face from feeling like an absolute dipshit that made her laugh instead of turning into the Catalina who previously had no patience for my bullshit.

“Oh?” she said with an arch of her eyebrow. “For a man who prides himself on running an empire…”

“I know,” I said, rolling my eyes at myself. “I guess I even need your services to help me plan how to fuck you. Go figure.”

She laughed, the moment completely dead. “And because of this one little miss…” she said playfully, pulling a pillow to shield her breasts from me.

“I’m no longer able to view the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen,” I said, trying to redeem this stupid fuck-up.

I could move a superyacht across the fucking world for this woman, yet a complete lack of preparation was all it took to kill my momentum and leave me realizing I was about to walk out of this room, hanging my head in shame.

Fucking unbelievable.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

The warm water slid across my skin as lantern light reflected softly off the black infinity pool. I leaned my head back briefly, exhaling into the Newport night, trying unsuccessfully to stop replaying Titus’s mouth on mine.

The man left me half-naked in a Madrid fantasy suite because he’d forgotten condoms. I’d assumed that the heat of the moment was what had turned me on so much, and that I would be over it by the time he came back, but no. Now, fully cooled down and clear-headed, I still wanted him just as much.

Jesus, could the man kiss. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing he was with his tongue while⁠—

No. I got my naked ass in this pool to take the edge off, not to build up more fantasies about something I was shocked I’d allowed to happen.