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Asshole.

“Don’t listen to him,” Grace says next to me.

“He’s not wrong.” But I hate that I agree with him.

“I think he is.”

Her hair blows lightly in the wind, and goosebumps cover her bare arms. She looks stunning tonight in her strapless pink dress. It’s ruffled and tight at the top, but flows from the hips down.

I can’t wait to strip it off her once we get back to the room.

But she has an opinion on what Marcus just said, and her opinion matters to me.

“How do you figure?”

“While he wasn’t wrong in that a CEO does speak up, I think the fact that you have so many people willing to step in when your character is questioned is a good thing. People wouldn’t do that for someone they didn’t respect, and having the respect of your employees as a CEO will go a long way. Those other men and women want to work for you—heck, with you—and they show that by stepping in when they think someone has crossed a line.”

“Why, Grace Richford, I do think that comment means you think I’d be a great CEO.”

“Why, Preston King, I’m glad you’re finally starting to see what I see.”

My head falls back with my laughter.

I’m so in over my head with her.

I fucking love it.

“Let’s get going before we get stopped again,” I tell her.

“Yes, please.” Her entire face lights up, and she settles in at my side all the way back.

My plan, the moment the door closes, is to lock it, spin her around to kiss her, and then slowly peel every single piece of clothing off her, but Grace beats me to it with plans of her own.

“Let’s go for a swim,” she says and moves for her bag.

“Now?”

“Yeah.” She smiles at me, and there’s no way I can say no to her.

“Okay.”

Now it’s my turn to move for my bag, but Grace tosses her suit onto the bed, then reaches behind her to unzip her dress. In seconds, it drops to her feet.

Fuck.

She stands before me in a matching lavender bra and panty set.

She doesn’t move, so I take my time letting my eyes roam every inch of her. Her hot pink toes, her lean legs, her curvy hips, and tiny waist that I love wrapping my hands around. Her toned stomach and the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen. Just looking at them, I know they are meant for my hands. Her neck, where I want my lips, and finally, I meet her eyes.

Her lips part, and she sucks in a breath.

“Get your suit on, Sunny. Now. Or there will be no swimming tonight.”

She nods and then rushes to the bathroom.

While she changes, I give my dick a mental pep talk.

Don’t rush this.