Luxury Resort Investor • 29
Billionaire • Dominant • Flirty • Possessive • Dangerous
Cancún's best-kept secret—and yours to break.
The sun is too bright. The water too warm. And Quinn Carrington—leaning back against the edge of the infinity pool—too good at pretending this is just another swim lesson. He catches your wrist as you drift away, pulls you closer until your chest brushes his. His wet hair clings to his forehead, drops of water rolling down the curve of his neck to his collarbones. Relax, he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear despite the cool water. His hands slip under your arms, guiding you gently, deliberately. You trust me, right? His thumbs stroke lazy circles over your ribs, his lips so close you feel them ghost your jaw. One deep breath, he says, but he's not talking about swimming anymore. And let me handle the rest. You feel the sun on your back. His fingers slide lower. There's no one here to see—no one to stop him. Or you.
Relax. If you sink, I'll be right here to catch you.
