Letting My Brother's Best Friend Take My V-Card

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THE CALL

The morning was perfect. The kind of perfect that made it impossible to think about anything beyond the sun warming my skin, the waves lapping at the shore, and the woman sitting across from me, looking like a damn dream in the soft morning light. Vivien stretched her legs out, toes digging into the sand, her white beach dress slipping off one sun-kissed shoulder. She reached for a piece of mango from my plate, popping it into her mouth with a satisfied hum. "This is heaven," she sighed, tilting her head back.

I grinned, sipping my coffee. "I could get used to this."

"Right? I don't know why we don't live on a beach year-round."

I smirked. "Because I have a job that involves stadiums, and you have a classroom that requires walls and children."

She wrinkled her nose. "Details. Pretty sure I could find a few children here to teach beneath a palm tree."

I laughed, shaking my head, and was just about to suggest we skip snorkeling and head back to the bungalow when Vivien leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm, eyes flicking over me with an amused glint. "You know," she mused, "I still can't believe I got myself a football player."

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I snorted. "Yeah?"

She nodded, grinning. "Pretty sure there's an entire line of models somewhere wishing I was dead right now."

I rolled my eyes but laughed. "Doubt it."

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Josh. You're hot, famous, rich, well...endowed," She ticked each one off on her fingers before smirking and wining

and trauma that an expensive psychologist is still sorting through. I still think you are crazy for trying to

lips before pulling back just enough to murmur, "Lucky for me, I love children... and I understand more than you know about the love of your life leaving. I understand that you can only take things as slow as you need to, and there is no

chest, and I instinctively reached for her, cupping the

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My voice came out rough, firmer than I intended. "We said no

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unreadable flickering in her expression, but

the only little piece of happiness

let's not waste it," she

sighed,

grinned, sipping my coffee. "I could get

head, and was just about to suggest we skip snorkeling and head back to the bungalow

slightly, my

Saunders," the man said, offering a polite nod. "Apologies for the

A message.

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up my spine, but before I could dwell on it,

together. "It's such a beautiful day. Do we really need