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Emma
Marcus hangs up my last T-shirt—I only brought four, one for each day of the trip—and turns around to face me. His expression is impassive, but there’s no hiding the savage heat in his piercing blue eyes as they rake over me from head to toe. I swallow as my body reacts in an instant, my heartbeat speeding up and my n*****s tightening in the confines of my bra. My panties are still damp from making out outside, and that look is all it takes for arousal to flood my core.
This is going to be even harder than I thought. Literally, because I can see the growing bulge in his jeans. A big, thick bulge that—
Ugh, stop it, Emma. Yanking my mind out of the X-rated gutter, I call forth every ounce of my fury and advance into the room. “You broke your promise. You said you’d keep your mout
