The humid, tropical air clung to their skin the moment they stepped from the airport, a thick, sensual promise of the days to come. The resort was all secluded villas and private pools, a playground designed for the kind of vacation they had planned.

Neil tossed his bag onto the plush sofa of the main villa, his grin wide and wicked. “Alright, ground rules for the holiday.” He slung an arm around Akshara’s waist, pulling her tight against his side. She gasped, a jolt of pure adrenaline shooting through her at the sudden, possessive touch from her brother-in-law. “For the next four days, this gorgeous creature is my wife.”