Her Return: His Regret
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“No alarms, no meetings, just you looking like sin in my shirt.”
Destiny laughed softly, taking a sip of her coffee. “Careful, Foley. Don’t get too comfortable. This is still my game.”
He reached across the table and brushed his thumb over her lower lip, wiping away a crumb. “I don’t mind playing by your rules… as long as I get to have you like this sometimes.”
After breakfast, Destiny disappeared into the bedroom and returned wearing a tiny black bikini that barely qualified as clothing.
The delicate triangles of fabric strained against her full breasts, and the bottoms sat low on her hips, highlighting the smooth curve of her ass. Ronan lounged on a deck chair in his swim trunks, his eyes