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Jenna

Alex deserves a medal. He’s shown endless patience playing fashion model to me all afternoon and into the evening—trying on endless combinations of clothing, shoes, sunglasses until I’m satisfied he’s the best-dressed man on the island.

When we go to pay for it, I pull out the credit card Nico Tacone set me up with, but Alex snatches it out of my hand and folds it in half until it breaks. He tosses his own card on the counter.

I can’t say I’m surprised, but I feel like a naughty coed losing her credit card privileges. Which reminds me of Alex’s little quirk last night. I turn on my best sex kitten voice and wiggle a finger through the buttonhole on his new shirt. “Is Daddy taking away my allowance?”

He grabs my wrist, eyes going dark with lust.

The salesgirl smirks as she rings up the mountain of clothes I picked out for him.

He pulls my fingers to his mouth and bites my knuckle, then kisses it. His lips are impossibly soft for such a manly man. “I’m gonna do more than that to y