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Needing no further encouragement, I drive into her. We move together, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall.

Within minutes she’s crying out, head thrown back in ecstasy, and I latch onto her breast, licking and sucking her nipple as I continue to pound up into her.

She shatters with a sharp cry, her inner walls clenching down on me like a vice. That’s all I can take, and I follow right after, emptying myself inside her with a low groan.

We lay tangled together, sweaty and spent. Gemma traces lazy patterns on my chest as I stroke her hair, enjoying the morning sun streaming in through the windows.

“Happy anniversary, my gem.”

“Thank you for bringing us here.”

“It is our first month.”

“Come on. As if you care about such things. You wanted me at your disposal 24/7. Admit it.”

“Maybe. As of now, you seem to enjoy it.”

“I am.” She nuzzles into the crook of my neck.

“So, little gem, what should we do today?” I squeeze her ass. “I mean, besides each other again.”

She smacks my chest. “Behave yourself. We’re supposed to be on a romantic getaway, not holed up in the bedroom all weekend.”

“Hey, fucking each other is romantic in my book.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.” I pull her in for a soft, lingering kiss, unable to keep my hands off her for long.

She hums, gently pushing me away. “Come on, let’s go outside. It’s gorgeous.”

“Fine.”

We rise and throw on some swimsuits. The beach house is fully stocked, so I grab some towels and a cooler of drinks from the patio before we head down to the beach. Gemma spreads her towel out and stretches out to soak up the sun. I pause to admire the view, the ocean and her, on full display.

Gemma wears this tiny blue bikini that emphasizes her breasts. It got me half-hard seeing her in it earlier.

After cracking open a beer, I settle onto my own towel beside her and close my eyes, perfectly content. This right here is paradise.

“Want to go for a swim?”

I crack open my eyes to glance over at her, sprawled out on her towel, looking like a fucking goddess in that bikini. Damn, I want to rip that thing off her with my teeth.

Later.

I stand and scoop her effortlessly into my arms.

She shrieks in surprise. “Put me down!”

But I’m already striding toward the water with her clinging to me.

“Don’t you dare!” This time, she’s giggling.

I wink at her right before plunging us both into the cool, refreshing waves.

As I surface from the water laughing, Gemma tosses her wet hair back.

Goddamn. How did I get so fucking lucky finding her? Never met a woman like her before. She’s got fire in her, but also this sweetness that gets to me. It makes me want to be a better man for her.

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