Why he had ever thought he could handle Emma in bikinis was beyond him. He should’ve known it would be hell on earth to be around her and not want to fuck her badly.

“Here.” He handed her a bottle of cold, flavored water with a smile, his eyes shielded from view by his Ray-Bans and trying to control every ounce of his body like the expert he was. Years of self-control finally having a use. He was watching that makeup-free face and wondering why she ever wore it. She never needed ...