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Her breasts moved with the rhythm of our rutting, mesmerizing in the sparkling dots of light filtering through the trees.
    She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream, and I knew she must be close. I reached between us and thumbed her most sensitive spot, flicking her clit again and again until she bit her lip, her eyes scrunching closed beneath me. I pinched it hard, and felt her tighten around me. She cried out, her voice a breathy moan, and I felt her contract around me, milking my cock, begging for my release to match her own.
    I gripped her hips hard and pumped once then again, then slammed home, groaning at the feel of her. My cock twitched and I felt the familiar tightening in my balls, and then I was cumming with her, spilling inside of her as she convulsed around me, still riding out the last tremors of her orgasm.
    I lowered her back down, gently, still inside of her, basking in the warmth of her body, and leaned down to kiss those lips once more. I knew the crew was waiting inside—that this was far from appropriate behavior on my part—but for now, I wanted to shove that all aside and just be content, losing myself here with her for just a few moments more.
    She moaned softly against my mouth, then smiled, her eyelids heavy and sensual.
    “You’re amazing,” I said, smoothing her hair back from her face.
    She squeezed my bum again. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
    I gave her another thrust, and she squealed, then laughed as I grinned down at her.
    “See what you do to me? I’m not a man when I’m around you, Aolani. I’m a crazed beast.”
    I leaned down and bit her on the neck, growling. She held me close, half screeching, half laughing, wrapping her legs around me, keeping me near. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair, my hands exploring her soft skin, trying not to think about the long, muddy walk back to the house.
    Trying not to think about my life, my memories always threatening to break the surface—nothing other than this. This singular moment, breathing together in the mud, alone with her in the jungle.
     
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    Aolani
     
    My heart was still pounding as we ate dinner with the crew, my core aching deliciously from the rough lovemaking in the mud even after a long, luxurious shower. We’d slipped in through the kitchen, then up the back staircase to the master suites, thankfully escaping notice. Gavin’s pants had been splattered with sand and grime, his shirt sopping from where he dropped it, and I look like I’d just stepped out of a mud bath.
    We were a ridiculous sight , and anyone who’d seen us wouldn’t have had to work hard to put two and two together.
    Would it be so bad? I thought, sipping my glass of wine. Would it be such an awful thing if they knew?
    For one moment, I let myself daydream a bout being Gavin Fletcher’s woman. Of walking arm and arm with him through this gorgeous mansion, of kissing him whenever I pleased, and not worrying about who might be watching. Of his arm on the small of my back, smiling down at me as we talked about the next shoot with Thomas and the gang.
    I sighed and picked at my seared mahi mahi. It would never be like that, though, would it? I’d be “that girl who slept with the boss to get ahead.” No one would ever take me seriously again. I might as well kiss any networking opportunities from this gig goodbye.
    I couldn’t risk it, no matter how amazing it was to imagine a world where I didn’t have to hide what was going on between us.
    Gavin’s warm laugh brought me out of my thoughts. He’d just finished some story about sailing off the shores of Scotland, but I realized I hadn’t been paying attention. I laughed along with everyone else, and looked down at my food.
    Could I keep this up? Or would it be smarter to just make a clean break before things got too serious?
    I stabbed a bit of mango from my plate and pushed it around the delicate wasabi sauce Gavin’s private chef, Bimla, had made. It