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Gib slid into her and buried himself deep, and Bea gasped, feeling herself stretch to take all of him. She hauled in a deep breath, and felt her body loosen, but the heavy and full sensation remained. In tune with her, he stopped and raised his eyebrows. ‘OK?’ he demanded.

‘Very.’

Bea closed her eyes as sensations, tinged with pinks and blues and yellows, rolled over and through her, every wave lifting her higher.

‘No, look at me, Bea, I want to watch you as you come,’ Gib demanded.

She looked at him through half-closed eyes, thinking he looked like a warrior, his face a study in concentration. He was waiting for her, and only then he would let loose and fly. She wanted to see him lose control, to see him when his defences were down, when he was open and needy. Using all her strength, she pushed him onto his back and dragged her core across him, before pulling his cock back and slipping down to take him inside. He groaned and gripped her hips, biting his bottom lip in concentration.

She was so close, but she wanted him wild and free, she wanted to watch him lose control. She lifted herself, slid down slowly and then clenched her internal muscles. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open, as he struggled to hold onto his orgasm. She repeated the motion and he groaned. ‘Bea, I can’t … please … you’ve got to…’

She liked the turbulence in his eyes, wild with need. He was usually so controlled, a little remote. She rocked again, squeezed again and told him to let go. Gib tried to hold on, but then he sighed and bucked his hips, driving up into her, pounding her. She found his rhythm, and her climax built with all the speed of a bullet train. She saw him grimace, and his fingertips dug into her hips, and his face ended up in her neck and she felt, deep down inside her, his release. And as he fell apart, she followed … falling, tumbling, spinning…

Landing in his arms, against his neck … it was her new favourite place.

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Later that morning, Gib found Bea in the kitchen of the villa, helping Cass pack away the shopping she’d picked up in Fira. He’d offered to join her, but as they were leaving, he received a call from Hugh who needed his urgent input on a joint venture with a famous Nashville music producer.

Bea told him to take his call and to find her later. Not having much choice, he watched her leave, uncharacteristically pissed at having to work. After his call finally wrapped up, ninety minutes later, he listened for Bea’s rental and when he heard it return, he ambled over to the villa and headed for the back door leading into the kitchen.

He leaned against the doorframe and watched Bea help Nadia move groceries into the pantry. Golly, Reena and the Two Jacks sat around the kitchen table, eating fruit and cheese and drinking wine. He glanced at his watch, it was just twelve, but Golly and her friends evidently believed in the adage that it was five o'clock somewhere.

He stood there unnoticed by everyone but Bea, who sensed his presence and gave him a long, slow, knowing smile. He responded in the most male way possible, and he had to do multiplication tables in his head and recite the American presidents backwards to get his dick to stand down.

When things went back to normal, he tuned into a lively conversation between Golly and her friends. Bea winked at Gib – she really shouldn’t do that –and looked at her godmother. ‘Should I ask what you’re wearing to your party, Godma? Have you chosen some weird outfit that’s going to cause a stir?’

Golly lifted her nose. ‘What I wear has nothing to do with you, Bea-darling.’

‘Fair enough,’ Bea replied, looking mellow. He knew he was at least eighty per cent responsible for her feeling relaxed and laid back, and that knowledge made him feel like he could move mountains. Weird, because he never usually felt so satisfied after sex. It was a biological urge and the effects rarely lasted. But this was Santorini, the island of sunshine, and he was bound to feel different here. He just had to be careful that this romantic place didn’t affect his common sense.

Bea dropped a kiss on Golly’s cheek. ‘Wear what you want, Gols. Hell, if you want to channel Wednesday Adams or Catwoman, go for it. It’s your party.’

Golly narrowed her eyes. ‘What’s got into you?’ Her eyes danced over to him, and she grinned. ‘Well, goodmorning, Gib. I think that answers my question.’

Jesus.

Bea tapped her godmother’s pink head. ‘Golly, behave.’ Her eyes found his, and she shrugged and mouthed, ‘Sorry.’

He wasn’t. About any of it.

Nadia smiled at him and asked if he wanted coffee, but he refused, thanking her. ‘Actually, I’ve come to steal Bea away, I’m hoping to buy her lunch in Oia.’

Bea grinned at him. ‘That sounds like a great idea.’ She gestured to the shopping. ‘Let me just finish up.’

‘Sure.’ He was super comfortable standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame, the sun on his back. Watching her.

Bea handed Nadia a huge basket of eggs and turned to Reena. ‘Reen, you do know that you can’t wear your jodhpurs to the party, right?’ she asked, returning to their sartorial choices for tomorrow night’s party.

Reena didn’t blink. ‘Not even my new black ones with a black T-shirt and black boots? I’ll even polish them.’

Her tone was so bland that Gib didn’t know whether she was messing with Bea or not. ‘No, Reena.’

Those bushy eyebrows pulled together. ‘I’m not a complete idiot, child. Jacqui organised something for me to wear.’

Jacqui laid her exquisitely decorated fingernails – was that a miniature portrait of Golly on them? The mind boggled! –on her heart. ‘A Fendi sheath, and you are going to look stunning, Reena.’

Reena looked horrified. ‘A dress means I have to shave my legs, Jacqueline! I asked for a trouser suit, dammit!’

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