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---- embarrassment." Her consciousness drifted, floating on a hazy cloud that rose higher and higher with every touch, each one sending a jolt of unbearable pleasure through her. "You don't have to hold back," Aaron murmured against her ear, his breath hot. "This room is soundproof." Even so, she couldn't risk a single moan. The thought of her friends just on the other side of the door made her clamp down on the desperate sounds building in her throat. But to Aaron, her frantic struggle for silence was the most intoxicating thing he had ever seen.

As if to prove a point, his hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake and making her shudder wherever they touched. He deftly unhooked her bra. "Problem solved," he whispered. "If you're not wearing it, it can't get wrinkled." His gaze fell to her chest, watching as her breasts swelled with arousal. He couldn't resist; he leaned down to capture one in his mouth, then grazed the sensitive peak with the edge of his teeth. A sharp gasp escaped her. She shot her hands out to push against his shoulders, but he was faster.

One of his large hands captured both of her wrists, pinning them effortlessly above her head against the mattress. A storm of kisses rained down on her lips, her neck, ---- and the very tips of her breasts, until she was boneless and pliant in his arms, surrendering completely to his will. The moment he entered her, she cried out, overwhelmed by his sheer size. Aaron released her wrists, only to playfully cover her mouth with his hand. He leaned in, his voice a low taunt right next to her ear. "What's the matter, baby?

Afraid your friends will hear you?" The instant he asked that question, her inner walls clenched around him, so tight and sudden that he nearly lost control right then and there. When it was finally over, a frantic Clara shoved him away. "You need to leave. Now." Aaron was still trying to catch his breath. "Why? We're married. It's not like we're doing anything wrong." "If anyone finds out," she warned, her eyes blazing, "you can forget about touching me for the next ten days." This time, Aaron didn't argue. He gently helped her straighten her clothes, then pulled the blanket up to her chin.

"Get some rest," he said softly. "I'll wake you when we land." He exited calmly, grabbed a soda from the fridge, and blended back in with the group. Everyone else was ---- busy-gaming, taking photos, or watching movies-nobody noticed a thing. When the flight attendant announced their descent, Aaron called, "Leo, go wake your mom." Leo ran off eagerly like a little messenger. Clara braced herself, only to find the cabin calm. Nobody paid her any attention-they were all gazing out at the scenery. The jet touched down smoothly on a small island. Bold letters spelled out Blue Haven Resort.

Azure lake water sparkled, bordered by stretches of pristine white sand. "Wow..." Austin exclaimed. "Born and raised in Silverton, and I didn't even know a place this gorgeous existed." Aaron explained, "It's not open to the public yet. A full promotional launch will come later." "Marketing firm locked in yet?" Austin asked immediately-business never leaves him. "Ask Tristan once we're on the ground," Aaron replied. Scarlett asked, "Is this lake natural or manmade?" "Half and half," Aaron said. Clara sighed. "If only it were summer!

The kids could ---- play in the sand and water." Sierra teased, "Mrs. Devereaux, isn't this basically your backyard now? Come anytime you like." Derek chimed in, grinning. "Exactly! Boss, we should organize another trip in summer." When they disembarked, Tristan was already waiting. The hotel stood at the foot of the mountain, with lakeside rooms in front and mountain-view rooms at the back. Hot springs bubbled at the mountain base. Everyone else headed for the presidential suites on the top floor, picking rooms and resting. Aaron led Clara past the hot springs to a private courtyard.

"Why aren't we staying with everyone else?" Clara asked, curious. Aaron tilted his head, smirking. "Because I'm afraid someone will bite their lip raw at night and be too embarrassed to moan." Heat rushed to Clara's face. She didn't need a mirror-she was burning. "Pervert!" Aaron pushed the door open. "This area isn't open to guests. Just for us." Inside, a two-bedroom suite, equipped like a five-star ---- hotel, awaited them. Spacious, private, perfect for just the two of them.