Page 110 of Captivating Anika

Yesterday, I FaceTimed with Landon while he was at the salon. They’d just finished painting the walls Drift of Mist with one accent wall in Cracked Pepper. Hog laughed at the names for the colors Landon picked and I approved. It’s basically a very pale putty gray, and a sooty charcoal color. Hog calls them gray and black, but regardless, the walls are fabulous. It makes the salon look crisp and fresh.

The six brand-new mirrors Landon found, and just sent me pictures of, will look awesome. I left Landon in charge of a modest budget, but he still wants to run everything by me. He clearly has a vision and so far, I’m loving everything he’s done.

Fergie turned out to have a ton of connections in the industry and was able to put me in touch with Maggie Poirier, a thirty-four-year-old single mother he had worked with before. She was looking for something full time again now her small son is enrolled in preschool.

Now all I need is a part-time hairdresser to give us a bit more flexibility, but that’s not as urgent.

I adjust the giant sun hat I bought to cover not only my head but my shoulders as well. I went back for my follow-up on Friday and they removed my stitches, but the doctor did mention to keep the sun off the scar, which is, by the way, pretty gnarly.

“Ma’am, another drink?”

I have to turn my head to see the server standing beside my lounger.

“I’d love one.”

“Another virgin mango daiquiri?”

“Yes, please, and would you mind bringing another cold beer for him?”

I indicate Hog, who is just now coming out of the surf. I barely hear the response, I’m too entranced by the rivulets of water running down that fine man. So handsome, with broad shoulders, wide chest, narrow hips, and those long, muscled legs.

When he reaches me, he immediately leans over, dripping water.

“Hey, you’re getting me all wet.”

He flashes a satisfied grin.

“It’s a hobby of mine, getting you wet.”

I snicker and shake my head at him. We’ve been here three days now, and let’s just say he’s kept me well lubricated in a variety of ways during that time.

He folds back the brim of my sun hat to give me a kiss, before dropping down on his lounge chair next to me.

“I just ordered us fresh drinks.”

“Thanks. What do you feel like doing tonight?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it. Why, did you have any ideas?”

“The guy who took us out on the catamaran yesterday mentioned something about a pig roast at a beach barbecue place, with live music and dancing just next door to the resort.”

I shoot him a grin. “Miss your pork?”

We’ve been eating mostly fish since getting here. The food here is amazing, lots of fruits and vegetables, fresh catch of the day.

Hog turns to me, lifting up on one elbow, his gray-blue eyes warming me from the inside out.

“A little, but mostly I want to dance with you in the sand.”

His words are simple but tell me so much. Every day he feeds my soul and lights my heart on fire.

I swing my legs over the edge of the lounger and sit up, right when the very tanned and handsome server approaches with our drinks. But I only have eyes for Hog.

“Let’s take our drinks to the room.”

“Harder.”

My chest is down on the mattress, my ass is up in the air, and Hog is behind me, on his knees, fucking me gently.

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