Ah—they’re over by the side entrance to the cutout behind the waterfall. That’s where she yanked them down to my feet. It was nearly a different scene, with Jenny on her knees. We can come back to that later.

She backs up a few steps, still not done. I can’t hear the shutter from here, but I’m sure I’m not in the shots. I hope not, anyway, because looking at her in the moonlight has me hard again. I tug the swimsuits up to my hips and head back to the towels. Jenny looks at the screen on the back of the camera, rubbing at her eyes with one hand.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” Then she looks me up and down with an impish grin. “You never know, though. The walk back home might reinvigorate me.”

My cock leaps at the suggestion. “Let’s find out.”

21

Jenny

How can it be this good?

Even this moment, this regular, run-of-the-mill, working-late moment, is good. I’ve never been so tired and so happy in all of my life. I can’t even think casually about the last week without finding myself with an idiotic grin.

I stretch my arms over my head and use the arm of the sofa to get my spine to crack. There. That’s the last part of me with any tension at all.

The scent of Roman’s skin still lingers in the air of my apartment. I’ve been taking careful breaths to make it last as long as possible, but I’m already getting used to it, which means he needs to come back.

Another rule bites the dust.

I told myself we wouldn’t do anything in my employee bungalow, but that went the way of the hotel rooms tonight. It was the closest place to the office. To be fair to him, I’ve been staring at him all day, making sure it was with sexy eyes and not the deadly glare he says I unleashed on him too often in high school. By the end of the day I could see the tension building in his jaw and the fire in his eyes. That’s how I started my day. That and guzzling coffee to make up for the late-night trek up to the Bliss Resort’s hidden gem.

That waterfall.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way Roman looked standing in the middle of the pool, satisfied and happy and dripping wet. I couldn’t forget it even if I didn’t have fifty photos of the occasion, which I do.