“See something you want?” He thrust his hips, making his cock bounce up and down.

I nodded and gave him a pout. “But it’s not hard yet.”

“I’m trying fucking hard not to.” He shook his head and picked through his suitcase, looking for his swim trunks.

“Why?” He was never one for holding back.

He slapped his trunks at me after he pulled them out. “Because we’ll have all the time in the world for it after the wedding.”

I sighed, enjoying my view, pouting at him as he got dressed. He chuckled and pulled his trunks on. Once they were up, hiding his cock again, we headed out the door and down to where I was staying.

As soon as we were in the room, I rid myself of my sundress. There was a groan behind me when I bent over to slide my panties down. I smiled, turned toward him and winked. He cursed under his breath, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he adjusted his stance.

Out of my suitcase came the small white bikini Caroline found for me in the fall. It was the only suit I owned, but I figured I’d buy another one while we were in Aruba.

I bent over to slip on the bottoms, and he groaned again.

Nathan’s eyes darkened and he turned from me, his fingers rubbing against his lips. “Motherfucker.” I also caught his hand on his cock. “You are a very bad girl.”

“What?” I adjusted my breasts, fixing the top so it was just right.

“I fucking forgot about what you’d be wearing. You know how I feel about you in this sad excuse of a bathing suit, and you’re teasing me with it.” His muscles tensed and flexed, teeth mashing. “You’re trying to push my buttons, and I’m not going to give it to you.” His gaze narrowed on me. “I’m onto your games.”

My jaw dropped open. “Are you denying me?”

He nodded. “For being a tease, you aren’t getting any until tomorrow night.”

“But…”

“Besides, we don’t really have time for it.”

I quirked my brow at him and shifted my weight as I crossed my arms, thus pushing my breasts out more. “Says the man who’s perfected the office quickie.”

He sighed and leaned back against the wall. “What have I turned you into?”

“Exactly what you wanted—a sexual deviant who can’t live without your cock. I believe your official title for me when we’re alone is ‘my little cocksucking slut.’”

He grinned at me and shook his head. “I’ve created a monster.”

“A cock monster.”

“Yes, a cock monster. Now throw your dress back on, and let’s go. You wanted to play in the ocean, remember?”

“You distracted me.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fuck, I love you.”

We walked down to the beach, and I gave a happy sigh when my feet sank into the warm sand. Nathan was staring at me, and I turned to him. “What?”

“I need to make you insanely happy more often, because you are shining.”

I beamed up at him, then took his hand and ran toward the crashing waves.

Waking up without Nathan beside me was strange. I didn’t like it at all. Even though I wasn’t alone—Caroline was beside me—I felt like something was missing. The worst part of it all was that I wouldn’t see him until this afternoon at the wedding.

I stood, trying not to disturb my sleeping friend, and walked out onto the terrace. The sun was just over the horizon, and the humid warmth of the island increased with every passing minute. Waves crashed against the beach in a steady rhythm.

I wished Nathan was with me, standing behind me, his arms caging me against the banister as we took in the morning view. Then again, he’d probably only last about a minute before pulling down my panties and pushing his cock in me as we looked out.

The thought alone made my pussy twitch. No surprise that I was still wanting for him, especially after all the teasing yesterday and what he did under the table at dinner. His fingers not so innocently slipped up my skirt and brushed against my pussy more than once.

The sliding glass door opened behind me. “Morning.” Caroline moved to the rail to stand next to me.

I looked over and choked out a laugh. Caroline’s normally well-kept brunette hair looked like she’d been through a tornado. Some of her makeup was missed when taking it off the night before, giving her a black eye effect.

“You look…excellent this morning.”

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Shut it.” She looked back out and sighed. “I love it here. Can I stay? Forever?”

“I don’t know about that. You want to leave me? What would Ian say?”

“Pfft, he’d probably be up for it. I’m sure there are tons of IT jobs here.” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “And I couldn’t leave you all alone to deal with both Nate and Drew all the time.”

“They are a handful.”

“We need to find Drew a girl.” She pulled at one of the tangles in her hair, trying to smooth it.

I nodded. “I want him to be happy, too. He’s a great guy.”

She pushed her arms out and stretched. “Maybe when we get back, we can convince him to go onto one of those online dating sites.”

“We might be able to talk him into it.”

“Especially now that you’re off the market.” She bumped me.

I shook my head. “We tried once. It didn’t work.”

She looked over the balcony down to the pool. “I know, and he does as well. Took his hardheaded ass long enough to see it, but he agrees with me.”

I turned to her. “Agrees with what?”

She put her arm around me. “There is no better man for you than Nate, even with all the shit that surrounds him.”

I sighed, smiling as I stared out. “I never knew I could feel like this. That I could love like this or be loved.”

“You’re a whole different person than you were six years ago when we met.”

“He’s everything to me. I can’t live without him.”

She was silent for a moment. “We’ll make sure that never happens. Because guess what?” I looked at her. “I can’t live without you.”

I threw my arms around her. “I love you.”

She chuckled. “I love you, too.” She pulled back. “Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.”

I smirked at her and waved toward her head. “You are going to do something about that, right?”

She stuck her tongue out at me and headed inside. “I’ll throw it up in a bun for now and get a shower when we get back.”

I rifled through my bag for some shorts and a T-shirt. “Hey, I know I didn’t go with the whole wedding party or anything, but you know you’re my maid of honor, no matter what.”

She snorted. “After all the heavy lifting I did when we were dress shopping, you bet your ass I better be!”

I stood in front of a mirror, all alone, staring at a vision that wasn’t the normal me. My hair was done in a low, loose bun with a white rose and some baby’s breath. There was no more makeup than I usually had on, but combined with the dress and my hair, I looked foreign to myself.

Five minutes after Caroline ushered Teresa out, the anxiety was intensifying. My mind couldn’t get over the fact that it was really happening. I had to be dreaming.

“They’re ready for you,” Marie said as she held out a bouquet of white roses.

I wrapped my fingers around the base, then took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. She drew back the curtain, and I stepped out onto the sand. My arms shook out the tension that was building before I took another step. After all, what did I have to be nervous about? I was getting married, and I was happy.

We made it.

Against all odds and every obstacle we encountered, Nathan and I were going to be a family in a few short moments. There were more trials ahead of us, but we would face them—together. We were strongest that way, barely functioning apart. It was a lesson we learned all too well.

Everyone in the office knew I was Nathan’s and he was mine, and today we sealed it. Out on a sandy beach in the Caribbean with the friends and family that could make the journey with us, we would say “I do.” The belief still eluded me that at the end of the day I would no longer be Delilah Palmer. Instead, I would be Delilah Thorne—wife to the office god.