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She smiles up at me, a sight to behold with my cock in her mouth. She drags her lips away. “I know, you want to come inside my pussy.”

It’s too much and I grab her, swiveling her around while I yank her skirt up around her hips. Her little cotton panties are next, ripped in two and tossed aside. I push my fingers into her and groan to feel how wet and ready she already is for me.

“Do you love sucking me that much, my girl?” I ask, teasing my fingers in and out, then swiping her slick juices over her clit.

She shudders against me, nodding as she clings to the balcony edge. “So much,” she murmurs. “But not as much as—”

Her words are cut off with a yelp as I ram deep inside her. “There’s nothing better than fucking you,” I say, pounding into her as if it’s my own first time.

Her body trembles beneath my grip on her hips and she grinds wildly. A low moan turns into repeated cries of my name. Watching her pleasure makes me just as wild and I reach for her clit, about to lose my mind. I just need to hear her scream, feel her tight cunt spasm around me.

“Do it,” I tell her. “Come for me, my love.”

Her scream echoes out over the beach and I pump one last time, roaring as she locks around my cock like a vice. When every last drop of my seed is shot inside her, I slow, then stop, resting my head on her shoulder. She’s shaking, losing her grip on the balcony and I use my last bit of strength to sweep her into my arms and carry her to the bed.

She sobs and crawls on top of me, her head buried against my neck and her legs entwined with mine. “Don’t leave me again,” she says in a shaky voice that cracks my heart.

“Never again,” I assure her, stroking her hair. “You’re mine, remember. And now, I’m yours.”

Chapter 11

Faye

I wake up in a sweaty tangle of limbs, my face and other parts of my body slightly tender from Grady’s stubble rasping all over me. Everything once again sore in the best possible way. I lay in my big bed listening to him breathe, still not quite able to believe my sad vacation to try to get over him turned into a romantic getaway.

But there are still things I need to get across to him, and as soon as he wakes and moves to kiss me, I lean back.

“I really can’t let you quit your job,” I say. “We can keep sneaking around, or I can transfer somewhere else.”

His smile makes me catch my breath, and he reaches to tuck my hair behind my ear. “I already resigned. I know how much you love going there, so there’s no way I’d let you transfer.” When I try to argue he silences me with the kisses I crave. “I have plenty of money from my book royalties and I can easily find another job when and if I want. I told you last night that you’re the most important thing in my life, Faye.”

Before I get sappy and start crying again, I wriggle out of his embrace and find the list I made of all the things I want to do on the island. He agrees to whatever I want to do, and pulls me back onto the bed with him, holding me tight.

“I’m so sorry I ever caused you pain,” he tells me.

“I don’t remember any of it,” I tell him honestly. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

He shakes his head. “And I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you.”

“Yes, Professor,” I say, running to take a shower and get dressed.

I can’t wait to share my dream trips with him. These experiences will be so much better with him than they would have been alone. We rent bikes and pedal through the narrow streets, stopping to sample the local delicacies. After we return the bikes, we wander hand in hand through the shops. Since he raced to find me without packing, the least I can do is help him pick out clothes.

When I laugh at seeing him decked out like a tourist and not the staid professor I spent a year lusting after, he pulls me behind a rack of clothes and gives me a little love tap on the bottom.

“Keep being naughty, little girl,” he warns, a big grin breaking through his fake gruff demeanor.

“I will,” I taunt, skipping away with a shimmy that makes his eyes go dark with desire.

Instead of eating dinner in one of the resort’s fancy restaurants, we buy some deli food from a corner market and take it out to the beach with us. I set up the picnic on the big blanket he insisted on buying when I admired it. However, when I said it would be perfect for my new place when I found one, he scowled.

His mood now is back to being carefree and we can’t stop laughing as we snuggle close together and peruse all the pictures I took on my phone. After we eat our fill of fresh fruit and cold grilled chicken, we lie in each other’s arms and watch the sun go down.

As soon as it’s fully dark and the bay turns into a glowing blue wonderland, we run to the edge to soak our feet. It’s like being in a dream, but it’s real, and I never want it to end. Just as I begin to worry about what the future holds, Grady calls my name.

I turn and get a giant splash, with water covering the entire front of my sundress. “Oh, no, you didn’t,” I shout, kicking water back at him.

He’s too fast but I keep chasing him, only getting myself more soaked while he remains almost completely dry.

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