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“For lunch, you shirtless and in boardshorts while we spend the day on the beach?”

Excitement coursed through me. “Are you free this weekend?”

“Weekends at the beach are a nightmare,” she said.

“I have access to private beaches, preciosa,” I said.

“If we want it to feel as casual and normal as tonight, we go to the public beaches.”

“How about Friday? I don’t have any meetings planned.”

And if I did, I’d cancel them.

“That sounds lovely.” She stepped back. “Tonight has been nice.”

“Indeed, it has,” I said truthfully. “Are you okay to drive?” I asked because I had no idea whether two beers had gotten this woman drunk or if it was just us getting close that seemed to have her eyes swimming in mine.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she said. “Trust me. I would never gamble with that.”

I smiled as I followed her to dump our trash into the bins and thought, holy shit, I might actually have a chance to explore something more with this woman.

Did I want more? Hell yes. Could I handle it?… about that part, I wasn’t too sure. But after tonight, I was willing to take that risk rather than let fear make the decision for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“Are you sure?” I asked Catalina before we went any further.

“No,” she laughed softly, “but I know I want this…”

That’s all she had to say to give me the permission I needed to push her back against the wall of my office windows.

Below us, the lights of Newport stretched across the harbor and along the horizon. I’d wanted her from the moment we started back and she’d grown more flirtatious in the car. I’d only teased her with the idea, never once believing she’d actually take me up on it.

Until she did.

Her jeans came unfastened easily beneath my hands, as if I’d spent the entire night imagining doing this while we ate dinner. Her soft moans kept me quiet, wanting nothing more than to hear every sound she made. Her nails slid through my hair when my lips returned from her hardened nipple, the same one that had tempted me all night beneath the silk camisole she wore.

Goddamn, she was as delicious as she was sexy.

I reached down, dipping my fingers into her silky, wet entrance, feeling her clench as if she’d been starved for this.

“That’s it, mi amor,” I said, running my tongue along the side of her neck and gently drawing her earlobe between my lips. “Is it too much?” I asked, hearing a soft whimper escape her.

Her fingers aggressively fought with the buttons of my shirt. “I want you inside me. Now.” Her lips went to my chest, sending a bolt of energy surging through me.

Fuck.

“Titus.”

Jesus Christ.

Never once had I been this rushed with a woman. Never once had I desired a woman so badly that I was losing all sense of control.

“I want to taste you,” I begged as she freed me from my trousers and briefs.

“No,” she said, her hand tightening around my cock. “I want you inside me.”

No one controlled me in the bedroom. No one. And somehow, I was at Cat’s mercy. I didn’t want the moment to fade, to lose this or her. I would rather have been at home, not here in my damn office, but I knew there was a chance she’d change her mind by the time my chopper landed.