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I moan softly as I suck at his cock, pumping my mouth along his shaft.

“Fuck, Ella,” he chokes out. I feel his cock pulse in my mouth. “I’m going to cum,” he groans, gripping my hair harder.

I moan in response, pumping faster. And then with a sigh, he finishes, emptying his liquid inside of me. I do my best to swallow, and Alec pulls out of me.

He stares down at me, a satiated grin on his face. He reaches down to thumb away some mess on the side of my lip. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs.

Chapter 16

Ella

We set sail for Florida the next morning with plans to arrive at port the morning after, meaning today is our last day of vacation. My last day in the Caribbean. Maybe forever. Who knows when I’d ever be back here?

I’d woken up early this morning when I’d felt the boat taking off, leaving a sleeping Alec to go above deck and watch as we left the Bahamas behind. Now I’m sitting on the deck with a cup of coffee, leaning back in a lounge chair as I watch the early morning light dancing across the water.

“This seat taken?” a voice pulls me from my thoughts.

I look over my shoulder to see Julia, her hair pulled back into a low bun and a bright smile across her face. “Not at all,” I say, returning her grin. “Please.” I gesture to the seat beside me.

She sits down with a cup of coffee of her own, settling in. We sit in amicable silence for a moment. “So, how did you like the trip?” she asks me.

“Oh, it was incredible,” I gush. “I’ve never seen water like this in my life.” And maybe never again, I make sure to omit.

Julia nods. “The Bahamas are my absolute favorite islands to visit,” she says. “Just gorgeous.”

“Have you been to many others in the Caribbean?” I ask.

“Oh, yes. Probably most of them. Aruba, Turks and Caicos, Jamaica. But the Bahamas has my heart.”

“I’d love to go to all those places,” I comment.

“Well, why don’t you? Does Alec not take you anywhere?” Julia asks with a laugh.

I know she’s only kidding, but suddenly I’m realizing how problematic this could be to our story. She’s right. If I truly was Alec’s wife, I would most likely be more well-traveled. “Oh—well, we’re planning more trips soon, we just haven’t gotten around to it,” I lie.

Julia raises an eyebrow. “Oh, where are thinking?”

“Europe,” I lie, spouting the first place that comes to mind.

“Anywhere specific?” she presses.

“Spain. And England. France too,” I say.

“Beautiful countries,” she says with a shake of her head.

“You’ve been?” I ask.

“Many times.”

A silence settles around us as we sip our coffees and stare out at the turquoise ocean. “How long have you known Alec?” Julia asks.

I startle at the question. “Um …” I begin, thinking back to our story. “Only about a year. It was quite the whirlwind romance.”

She nods, looking at me. “A whole year,” she repeats.

Nerves tighten in my belly. I nod. “Yeah. Crazy how so much can change in just a year.”

She smiles, breaking our gaze and staring back out at the ocean. “You’re not really married, are you?”

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