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The two of us creating even more sweat.

I tightened my thighs together, still feeling our sex, the coarseness of his whiskers when he’d gone down on me underwater. The heaviness of his tongue on my clit while I had gripped the edge of the shallow end, trying not to scream too loud across the Hollywood Hills.

I’d never met a man like him before.

Dominant.

Protective.

Ridiculously handsome.

And someone who truly wanted to take care of me.

As I glanced toward the other side of his bed, where he was asleep on his stomach, I still couldn’t believe he was mine. Now that the whole world knew we were together, courtesy of a Celebrity Alert, we found no reason to hide our relationship. Dominick still didn’t like the limelight—I certainly couldn’t blame him—but when we went out for lunch or dinner, there were shots of us holding hands. When I’d attended an industry event last week, he had been right by my side on the red carpet. He was along for the ride, and he wasn’t allowing anything—paparaz