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I can’t help but wonder who it is. Kendall’s roommate? The wedding planner?

Nah, they both seem to have their hands full with Monty’s brothers.

It must be someone here on vacation not part of the wedding party because the only other single woman I know of is…Monty’s sweet, innocent sister.

Wow.

Wyatt and Gen? She’s like a decade younger than him. But then again, I think that’s about the same age gap as Monty and Kendall…

I wonder what Monty would think about his best friend sleeping with his sister when he’s still obviously not over Maggie.

Telling the groom would be one way to possibly get him thrown off the island, but I could be wrong. It could be anyone else.

For now, I’ll keep that information to myself, and away from Maggie in case the asshole is just trying to make her jealous and it works.

I’m not about to ruin the night by talking about him.

“Have you ever done that?” Maggie asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Done what?”

“Gone skinny dipping with someone?”

“Ah, no. I haven’t. When I was younger, maybe I would have, but after spending the other night in jail, the public indecency charge wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Oh,” Maggie says, sounding…disappointed?

Fuck.

Did she ask because she wanted us to get naked in the ocean? To try taking things further than a kiss?

If so, I don’t want to miss that chance.

“I mean…I would love to, if I knew for certain that we wouldn’t get caught…” I start.

Maggie tugs on my hand pulling me toward a closed tiki bar.

Once we’re behind it, she pushes me against the wall and then she’s on her tiptoes, kissing me urgently like the world is ending.

Even though it’s scary as fuck, I kiss her back the same way, pulling her closer to me so she can feel how badly I want her. How I’ve wanted her all week. For years.

Maggie moans into my mouth at the proof of my need for her and then she’s untucking my shirt, undoing the buttons to remove it. Before I can reach for her dress, she moves on to unbutton my pants…and slips a hand inside to grip me.

“Fuck, yes,” I groan as she strokes me. “Don’t stop,” I say which for some reason causes her to stop. She pulls her hand free…then drops to her knees on the sand.

“Maggie, what are you doing?” I whisper frantically while looking left and right to make sure the beach is empty when she lowers my zipper over my aching length.

“You said don’t stop,” she remarks while looking up at me and tugging down the waistband of my boxer briefs, freeing me from my boxers. Her eyes lower and she licks her lips at the sight. “I want to taste you.”

“God, yes.”

I meant to say no.

I meant to tell her that I’ve dreamed of her mouth a million times, but that we should go back to our room to do this for the first time.

I meant to say a lot of things, but then I’m incapable of speaking or thinking. All I can do is feel.

Feel the tip of her wet tongue teasing me. She looks up at me to watch my face in the dark as her hand strokes me before she guides me between her lips and slides me over her tongue, all the way to the back of her throat.