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She doesn’t even look at me. “I am dressed.”

I glance over at the oversized shirt she slept in. Mine again.

“As much as I fucking enjoy seeing you in my clothes, you’re gonna need a swimsuit.”

Her fingers stop over the keyboard. “For what?”

“Got a plan.”

“Ay, no. Your plans are exactly why I have trust issues.”

I grin and get off the bed. “What’d I tell you yesterday?”

She looks up at me, already knowing where I’m going with this.

“Trust me, Mama. I got you.”

She holds my stare for a second before rolling her eyes so fucking hard it’s practically a full-body movement.

I look her over and bite back a grin. “Keep doing that.”

Her brows pinch. “Doing what?”

“Rolling your eyes at me like that. Gets me fucking hard every time.”

“Jesus Christ.” She grabs the nearest pillow and launches it at my head.

I catch it, laughing, while she digs through the duffel, yanks out her bikini, and heads for the bathroom.

“Five minutes,” I call after her.

The door shuts.

“Chinga tu madre.”

I stare at the bathroom door.

“No fucking clue what you just said, Mama, but shit, the way you said it made my cock twitch.”

“Pendejo!”

I grin.

“Yeah, that one too.”

****

Twenty-five minutes later, we pull up to a marina tucked just off the beach strip, and the second Cece sees the row of jet skis lined along the dock, I know I fucking nailed it.

She stops beside me, sunglasses pushed up into her hair, eyes moving from the jet skis to me. “You rented these?”

“Two of them.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Two?”

I stare at her. “You really think I’m putting you behind me and listening to you bitch about my driving for two hours?”

“You mean while you drive like a fucking lunatic?”