His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,48

here.”

An older man in an intricate uniform pushed a trolley into their bedroom, and Sam scrambled to make sure the sheet covered her bare breasts.

Connor laughed. “Don’t be so modest, they’ve seen it all.”

She smiled awkwardly as the man ticked off the breakfast items, but she was so self-conscious she didn’t hear anything. Connor thanked him and crawled back into bed with her. He wore nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like,” he said. He smiled at her almost shyly, like a teenager.

“I’m starving, it all smells good,” she said. Sam cut into the eggs Benedict and watched the perfectly poached yolk spread across the plate.

Connor tore apart a plate of crepes full of local berries and fresh whipped cream. She blushed and took a long swallow of grapefruit juice when she remembered their last encounter with cream.

Sam set the plate aside and flopped onto her back. She was sore, incredibly so, between her legs and her chest ached from all the attention. “So,” she said. “What’s the agenda for today?”

“This,” he said simply and pushed the entire trolley aside. “And maybe some of this,” he said, as he slid his hand under the sheet and lifted it. “Jesus, what happened to you?”

She looked down and saw that her chest was absolutely covered in hickeys—and the occasional bite mark. “You happened,” she said. “I’m certainly not going anywhere topless now!”

“Outside the bedroom, you mean,” he smirked at her.

“Be serious,” she said. “What do you have planned today?” She was dog-tired, but she wouldn’t admit that to him.

“I am serious,” he said. “What’s wrong with spending the day in bed?”

“Nothing,” she said as she chewed her lip. “But won’t they… won’t they talk?”

“Who?” he asked, confused.

“The staff and everybody.”

“Oh, right. And what do you think they’ll say? Get a room? I already did!”

“You’re crazy,” she said, and rolled her eyes.

“Not crazy, just still hungry,” he said. Connor slipped down below the sheets and nuzzled his face between her legs. “You have anything for me?”

The next morning, she got up before him and tiptoed into the shower. Warm water was just what she needed to soothe her aching muscles, not to mention wash the sweat and their combined juices off her body. Sam glanced in the mirror and almost jumped.

She had the most insane sex hair she’d ever seen, and the makeup that lingered from that first night had created a sensual smudged look at her eyes. The hickeys were already faded somewhat, but anyone could look at her and tell what she’d been up to for the past thirty-six hours.

Damn. Had it really been that long? But she couldn’t get enough of him. And clearly, the feeling was mutual.

Sam turned the water on nearly as hot as it would go and stepped into the steamy glass box. She lifted her face to the shower head and closed her eyes. This is all a fairy tale. One that’s coming to an end really soon, she reminded herself.

Surely they weren’t the first people to get caught up in the bubble of Monaco.

“Hey shower hog,” Connor said to her as she emerged from the bathroom. One Turkish towel was wrapped around her head and a thick fluffy robe drowned her.

“I blame you,” she said.

“Can you be ready in an hour?” he asked.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“We’re heading out on the water,” he said. “I figured breakfast al fresco on the deck would be a nice change of pace.”

“Don’t tell me,” she said as she towel-dried her hair. “You have a gilded white yacht with some pompous name like the White Swan docked just down the beach.”

“It’s not gilded, it’s trimmed in mahogany,” he said. “And I’d never name her the White Swan! How girly do you think I am?”

She was a bit taken aback. Honestly, she’d thought he’d rented a yacht at best. “So, uh, what’s her name, then?” she asked.

“Sophia Lure-In,” he said with a straight face.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she said.

“L-U-R-E hyphen I-N. Get it?” he asked. “Plus, she’s only the hottest woman I ever saw. Besides you, of course,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah, I get it,” she said with a laugh. “Just not what I expected.”

“I need to shower,” he said, and smacked her butt as he walked by. “The assault on your tits is looking better. Is it a topless kind of day?” he called as he turned on the shower.

She didn’t reply, but that was a consideration as she considered which swimsuit to