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My cheeks burn with the thrill of being in love and being with my friends. I just wish Madison were here. But if she were here, John and I may not have happened. John grumbles softly, but even The Godfather can’t control his smile as the guys thump his back, and the girls jump with me in unison.

Our time in the sun may be over but we have one last hurrah. After dinner, we head over to the Cocky Turtle one more time, hoping to end the vacation on the highest of highs. Austin meets a girl from Kentucky, so we bring her into the fold, even if only for one night. And to Austin’s surprise, she’s moving to Houston where he plays college hockey.

Dripping with sweat, holding my heels in my hand, John tells the group, “We’re going. My flight is at six in the morning, and I still need to pack up.”

Bryce and Emmaline take off with us and once they filter off to their villa, the air becomes thick with tension.

“Do you want to watch the moon rise? It’s supposed to be a full moon tonight.” he asks.

I muster up a nod, choking on my feelings. We walk past our villa to the large wooden swing hanging from a tree. He kicks off his shoes. The moon lights up, reflecting its glow on the sea in front of us. We silently swing with our toes grazing the sand, back and forth.

My heart aches with all the things I don’t dare say aloud. Dread has penetrated my heart all the way to my bones as tomorrow plays tug of war with my mind. Can what we’ve built in the span of ten days survive across phone lines and eighty-hour work weeks? Can we make it work as a couple? I fear I’ll lose him one phone call at a time when they become fewer and farther between. A string of excuses littering our phone feed. A long-distance relationship feels fragile and uncontrollable.

This is way outside my comfort zone. I eat lunch at the same time every day, even if it’s at my desk. I go to the gym every day without fail before work. When Corbin’s season starts, I plan out which games I can go to in advance, and he secures tickets weeks in advance so I don’t worry. When I eat at home by myself, the table is still set. I’m a creature of habit and if Dennis hadn’t asked for the divorce, I’d probably still be married.

Not because I was happy but out of duty, responsibility, and the vows we exchanged. It makes me feel weak to think about it.

Brushing my hair back from my shoulder, John dives in like a hummingbird, tickling my neck with his lips. “It scares me when you’re more quiet than usual. I mean compared to most of the group, you’re fairly quiet but…” He pauses, searching my face for a clue and says tenderly, “Don’t worry about us. We’ll figure it out.”

My voice skips like a frog in my throat. “I hate saying this, but what if we don’t make it outside of this bubble we’ve been living in?”

He runs his hands through my straight hair, stroking it several times before he says, “Seven hundred miles of asphalt can’t keep me from you. With my new contract, I can afford to fly private. I’ve waited too long for you to give me a chance to fuck it up now. We’ll make a new bubble. The John and Becca Love Bubble.”

I squeeze out a smile as he pulls me onto his lap, turning me to straddle him. “I love sundresses,” he says with his voice strained with need.

“We have our own bubble. I like it.”

“I have something else you like,” he says with a smirk and an uptick of his brows.

“Sure of yourself, huh?”

“Yep. Every time you moan my name, the confidence meter rises.” He places his hands on my hips so I’m bearing down on his erection. “Do you feel it?”

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, I tease him. “Nope.”

“Then why are you grinding on me?”

“Just making sure you can get it up, Godfather.”

The corners of his mouth trend upward, somewhere between a smile and a smirk. The glint in his eyes could be the reflection of the moonlight, but more than likely, it’s the way I’m sweeping my center against him.

John squirms, taking himself out and using his thumb tomove my thong to the side. “Is this big enough for you?” he asks as he lifts me enough to sink down on his shaft.

With one hand wrapped around the thick rope and the other around his neck, we sway back and forth while moving up and down. It’s slow and sensual. John pulls my head back by my hair and manages to multitask by sucking my neck and chest until I moan so loudly, the sleeping birds protest.

“God…”

“Don’t you dare say Godfather. God is perfect.”

My climax hits me like a supersonic train as I yell, “That’s blas-ph-emy.”

He keeps me pinned to him, and I feel his dick throbbing inside me. He bites down on my shoulder, and I swear he draws blood as his entire body shakes, and he releases inside me. I relax on his shoulder, and we soak in our last night together for I don’t know how long.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

John

Snuggled together, neither of us can sleep, knowing I leave for the airport in a few hours. I tuck her into my body, tracing her lean, sculpted arms. “You haven’t talked about your job all week other than when your colleague texted, asking you a question. Do you enjoy your work?”