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And once the sun is up and we’ve both had eight hours of sleep and the alarm clock is about to go off for spa day round two, I decide to make good on my promise.

Maggie is still asleep on her side when I slip underneath the covers and press my face to her bare stomach. I cup her breasts while kissing my way lower. By the time I kiss my way to the waistband of her lacy white panties, she’s stirring beneath me.

Maggie throws the covers off us both and looks down at me with her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Good morning,” I say with a press of my lips to the front of her panties while dragging my finger along the inside of the waistband.

“Morning.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to stop teasing me,” she replies.

A second later I’m tugging her panties down. As soon as they’re out of the way, I lift her leg, gripping her ass cheek to hold it up and bury my face between her thighs.

The first time my tongue laps at her clit, I glance up to watch her face. Maggie’s lips part on a gasp and her eyes close.

The sound she makes when I slide my fingers inside her nearly undoes me.

Maggie arches against my mouth, trembling beneath my hands as I lick her slowly, then harder when she begs for it.

And when she comes, it hits her all at once. Her whole body shakes and my name breaks free from her lips.

Screw her ex and all the insecurities. I want Maggie more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.

Our friendship is everything, and I know it can survive crossing this line. It could survive anything.

I don’t let up licking her and pumping my finger in and out of her until the last of the shudders leave her body. When I do retreat, Maggie falls to her back panting and clutching the sheets on either side of her. That’s when I crawl up her body kissing her skin as I go, spending a little extra time with her beautiful breasts overflowing from the cups of her bra.

Once I rid her of the too small bra, I kiss her cheek and ask against her skin, “Should I get a condom?”

“Yes. Please. Hurry.” Despite the urgency in her words, her fingers come up and tangle in the back of my hair, refusing to let me move off her while her other hand tugs my boxer briefs down, freeing my erection that she immediately fists.

“Oh fuck,” I groan and let her stroke me a few times. “That’s…that’s enough. I’ll be right back,” I promise her.

“Okay. Good,” she says without releasing my hair.

I kiss her again and then accept the loss of a few strands of hair when I extract myself from her grip to go find my wallet.

Two condoms. That’s all I brought with me because I’m an idiot who didn’t plan for this to happen.

I’m sure the resort has more. For now, two will have to do.

I rip the foil open with my teeth and roll it on before retaking my place between Maggie’s legs.

She looks gorgeous with her thighs spread for me, completely naked with hard nipples, her brown hair wild and tangled on the pillow as she stares up at me like I’m her favorite person in the world.

Because I am. And she’s mine.

How many times have I imagined her like this? The real thing is better than any fantasy as I push inside her slowly, both of us going still for a second.

Maggie’s mouth parts beneath mine. “Teddy,” she whispers like she can’t believe this is finally happening either.

And that sound nearly wrecks me.

I could be in denial. This could be a huge mistake. It could ruin ten years of friendship.

But it doesn’t feel like a mistake right now.