Her body is my fucking territory."

Haillie and JJ Maybank had been together for five years—which, by Pogue standards, was an eternity. From the moment they'd appeared together on the beach at Boneyard, everyone had looked at them like they were fucking gods. JJ was wild, uncouth, infuriatingly handsome. But Haillie... Haillie was more than just "the hottest girl on the island." She was a legend, spoken of in whispers, with open mouths, and then jerked off in the shower.

Not a day went by without someone turning their backs on her. And she, with that devilishly seductive grace of hers, loved it. Fuck, loved it like hell. She could walk across a room and make guys drop their jaws, and then something else. She moved like a devil. She licked the straw of her drink like she was doing someone a favor she'd never forget. And despite all that temptation, that damned dangerous energy she radiated like pheromones—she was his and his alone. JJ knew it. And he wasn't about to share her with anyone.Today was exactly the kind of day that was driving JJ to the brink. They were sitting in The Wreck, her leg draped over his knee as she sang into the microphone as if she'd just flirted with every damn guy in the room.

And indeed—every single one of them was looking at her like she was the embodiment of a wet dream. One guy from UNC, some slicked-up guy with an oversized watch, couldn't take his eyes off the way Haillie moved her hips during the last chorus. She licked her lips, drawing out the sound in a way that made JJ feel hot not from jealousy but from pure need.

The guy came over later with the lyrics: "You have an amazing voice... and everything... wow, you're... wow."

Haillie looked at him with a half-smile, ran her finger down his arm, and whispered with such intensity that JJ clenched his jaw, "Thanks, but I already have my own devil. And I'm not the type to betray hell."The guy walked away like he'd just been slapped by Aphrodite herself. JJ just smiled and placed his hand on her thigh. He knew this whole thing, this whole show, was just for him. This whole damn sexy game—it was their love language. Wild. Dirty. Real.

"You know I'll kill you if you sing that to anyone but me again?" he said in her ear.

Haillie laughed, tilted her head, and licked his ear. Damn, she always did that.