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An hour later, we’re lying in each other’s arms, our breaths gone, our bodies worn. He’s holding me and there’s no chance I’m going anywhere other than with him.

“Is that a yes?” he finally asks.

“That’s a definite yes,” I huskily tell him.

“Good, now I know how to get my way with you.”

“Don’t get too cocky, Victor. My hormones will eventually normalize so I’ll be able to fight back.” I pause for a minute before I move away from him. I giggle as I look down at his beautiful body. “You might be able to sex me into submission, but I have a feeling this goes both ways.” His eyes widen as the tables turn. “Hmm... let me figure out what I want.”

With that I move down his body and take him into my mouth. Even though we’ve had multiple orgasms in the past couple of hours, he once again hardens as I suck him deep.

“You can have anything you want,” he gasps.

I smile around his hardness, then lose all thought as my desire takes over. We might not get much sleep tonight... and that’s perfectly fine with me.

Chapter Fourteen

Nikki

The competition back in Seaville seems like a million years ago. I was so focused on the event, I couldn’t think of anything else. Now my future’s before me, and I’m unsure what’s coming next. I’m worlds away from Seaville, California and can’t believe I’m standing on a gorgeous sandy beach in the Bahamas. I gaze at the turquoise ocean stretching out in front of me, the sun dipping low in the sky, casting everything in a warm golden glow.

I smile over at Victor who’s grinning back. This is all so crazy, and I love it. If my work continues to take me to places like this I’ve certainly picked the right profession. I don’t think it’s possible for life to get much better than it is right now.

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” Victor asks.

“It must be the pure look of ecstasy on my face that’s confusing you,” I tell him with a laugh.

“I thought I was supposed to put that look on your face.”

“Oh, believe me you do, but you have to admit this view is a close second to an orgasm.” I sigh as the need to jump into the water fills me. I’ve always dreamed of traveling like this, but it’s taken this long for the dream to become reality. It’s funny that it’s happening with the man I would’ve sworn up until a few daysago was my enemy. What a foolish girl I’ve been. My friends are right in their advice that fear does nothing but hold us back.

He takes my hand, his touch sending a spark through me. We’ve been lovers for nearly a week, and our desire isn’t backing down at all. If anything, it’s growing stronger. The more I’m with this man, the more I want to be.

We walk along the coast, enjoying the locals and tourists as they play with their families and enjoy the beautiful weather that certainly rivals that in Seaville. I feel sorry for those who never get to see the world. There’s so much to explore. Sure, there’s a lot to see in the US alone, but I want to travel the world. I want to dip my toes in every ocean. I want to live like I have no tomorrow.

We make our way to an open-air restaurant with the most heavenly smells wafting out to us. The place is bustling with locals and tourists all enjoying each other’s company. The sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and a live band playing an upbeat, rhythmic tune fills the air, adding to the already inviting atmosphere.

Before long, a tall, muscular Jamaican man with a wide grin spots us from behind the bar. He waves us over as he steps out. “Victor! Bout time you got here,” he shouts in a rich Jamaican accent, his deep voice carrying over the conversations and music.

“Kofi!” Victor waves back. He pulls me through the crowd as we weave our way toward the incredibly large man. “Nikki, meet Kofi, the best chef in Nassau, and one of my favorite Marine brothers.”

Kofi reaches us and envelopes Victor in a bear hug as they pound each other’s backs so hard I don’t know how either of them are still standing. Both men are smiling though and don’t show a single flinch. I hope my greeting is a lot less aggressive. Kofi turns to me with a warm smile that makes me feel welcome.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nikki. Any fren of Victor’s is a fren of mine.” I could simply sit here all day and listen to this man’s rich accent. Absolutely beautiful.

“The pleasure truly is mine,” I say, accepting his much gentler hug before giving him a wicked grin and a wink. “I might have to challenge you to the best chef title though.”

Kofi throws his head back and laughs, the sound infectious. “I like dis one, Victor! She’s got fight in her. You betta hold on tight!”

The man speaks with passion no matter what he’s saying. “I’m trying but she’s a slippery one,” Victor replies.

“Come and play wit me in the kitchen,” Kofi says.

“I can’t wait,” Victor replies.

We’re quickly ushered to the back where a large kitchen is alive with activity. It’s hot, chaotic, and filled with the most incredible aromas. I’m picking up on pimento, scotch bonnet peppers, ginger, and so much more. I feel a rush of excitement, the same kind of rush I felt during the festival challenges. This time, though, we’re here to learn and have fun. There’s nobody I need to impress or beat. I hope I can turn that aspect of me off. I want this to be about a love of cooking, no competition needed.

Victor hands me a cutting board and knife. “Do you think you can handle some Jamaican spice?” he challenges.

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