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“No, but are you telling me that you’d be okay if I did?”

“Hell, no,” he says. “You’re not going to be seeing anyone. Those pretty little lips are not going to be on anyone else. Those fingers are not going to be touching another man. You are all mine.”

“But like I said to you before, I’m no one’s possession, but I don’t want to see any other men.”

“So, what about those dates you were going to go on and those local men you wanted to date?”

“I think I’m okay right now.” I grin at him.

“You definitely are someone that will keep my hands full. Very full.” He winks. “If you know what I mean.”

“You’re so immature, Liam.”

“What? Just because I’m a billionaire, I can’t be a little bit immature?”

“I guess.

“So, you own this island?”

“I do.” He nods.

“And while I love it, the primary reason I purchased it was to be part of my hotel empire, which I’d like you to help me figure out.”

“So, that was real,” I say, relaxing slightly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I wasn’t sure if, like, part of this was some sort of long con to get into my panties.”

“No, darling, it wasn’t.”

“So, you do want my help in figuring out branding and the name and all that good stuff?”

“Yep, I do. If you’re interested, of course.”

“So, we’re not going to pretend that I’m your assistant or anything?”

“Well, if you want to take some classes to get better at typing…”

“No, thank you,” I say, laughing. I splash him. “We should go back to the sand so we can dry off. I want to see the hotel you have already.”

“Oh, there is no hotel that’s built yet, but I can show you the spot where I think I’m going to put it.”

“So, then, where are we staying?” I look at him suspiciously. “We’re not camping on the beach or anything, are we?”

“What? You don’t think that it would be romantic to sleep on the sand and look up at the stars?”

“In theory, it sounds very, very sweet, but in reality, no, thank you, that does not sound comfortable. I’m not a princess, but I like to be pampered.”

“Oh, is that your way of telling me you want a massage?”

“No, it’s not,” I say as we make our way to the beach. “I mean, I would love a massage as long as that’s not your way of trying to say you’re going to rub my back for five seconds and then try and slip it in.”

He grins. “I don’t think I’m slipping anything in.” He winks. “I think I gotta,” he growls into my ear, “thrust, don’t you?”

I swallow hard as I stare at him.

“Uh, I don’t know about that, but we’re talking about business right now.”