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“No,” he grunted sourly, stopping her when she opened her mouth, possibly to suggest another delay between when they headed to their shower and now.

“I was merely going to say that I enjoyed our time on the beach,” Victoria said. “And ask if you did too.”

Liar,he thought, glaring accusingly at her.

The corner of Victoria’s mouth shifted upward. “You seem rather tense, Liam.”

“Yeah,Ididn’t get a massage today,” he growled.

Victoria’s glimmer of amusement stayed in place. “I did. It was pretty good. Surprisingly so, given how young my masseuse was.”

Liam grunted at her, determined to begin getting them heading in the direction of the outdoor shower. His patience had worn thin, and Victoria could plainly see it.

“I’ll grab my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash,” Victoria said, adding theonenecessary delay he’d allow. “You can get yours, and a towel or two.”

Liam grunted again but did as was required of him. Together, they headed inside the bure’s indoor shower, grabbed what they needed, then brought them outside and deposited things on the deck’s railing. They put the towels slightly farther away, safe from the spray that was soon to begin.

After setting her things down, Victoria looked at him. He met her gaze, experiencing none of the anxiety her scrutiny might have caused in the past. Even the not-so-distant past. A week ago, he might have wavered. But no, not today. Today, he was certain he had no reason to do anything other than celebrate. Victoria was about to be good to her word. He knew it as surely as he knew the sun was arcing toward its next sunset behind him.

But they had a good hour or two before that happened. Whereas he was only a few minutes away from getting to feelwhat it was like to receive a titfuck from Victoria Moreno. Certainty flowed through him, keeping his pulse quickened.

Before she stripped off her revealing bikini, Victoria twisted the shower’s knob. Neither received the cool water that sputtered out, then became a consistent but relatively gentle stream. They stood on either side of the soft deluge, staring at one another through the narrow curtain of water. It splattered on the deck, causing exploding droplets to bombard their bare feet and ankles.

Wearing an easy confidence, Victoria turned up her palm, then placed it under the soft downpour. It retreated only a few seconds later.

“It’s warm enough,” she said, then finally began to strip.

Earlier today, Liam had watched her put this bikini on. Now, he watched her take it off. Escaping the black bikini without too much trouble, even if it seemed to relinquish its coveted grip on her voluptuous body reluctantly, Victoria didn’t make much of a show of undressing. Tess might have, and Avrilcertainlywould have found an excuse to force him into action.

Victoria didn’t go that route. She wasn’t quick about it, practicing patience, but she was steady enough for Liam to avoid complaining. As she stepped out of her bottoms, he swallowed. When she freed her phenomenal breasts from her top, she brought her focus back to him. She must have liked the hunger she saw glinting—rather, burning like an inferno—in his gaze, for she graced him with another soft smile.

Now, she delayed things. Standing naked, so beautifully naked, she let him run his eyes across her sexy figure. He could have admired her for an eternity, though he knew his self-restraint would crumble if he didn’t touch her body soon. It hadn’t been all that long, just an afternoon, since he’d put his hand all over her delicious curves, yet he needed to make another memory of it. His fingertips began to ache to lift herbreasts, play with her hardened nipples, sense her arousal as she arched into him. Just as his lips needed another chance to kiss her. Just as cock needed to hurry up and bury itself between her enormous breasts.

“You should get out of those trunks,” Victoria noted. “If I’m going to make good on my promise.”

He nodded dumbly, rushing to free his cock for the second time of the day. As he did so, two things happened. First, he marveled at what his day would likely look like when all was said and done. A blowjob from Anna, a titjob from Victoria, and he was confident he and Avril would end up fucking after dinner. What a gamut to have run!

While he drooled over how excellent his second—only his second!—day in Fiji seemed like it would end up being, Victoria stepped under the shower. The water streaming onto the deck now streamed onto her. Hair and shoulders quickly growing slick, Victoria shut her eyes, inhaled, and tilted her chin up. The water streamed down her skin, glistening as individual droplets raced down her magnificent breasts.

Liam swallowed and stared.Now,she was showing off. Running her hands up her face, she swept her hair back, letting it cling in clumps behind her head. Only then did she open her eyes. Her chin tilted downward, bringing her gaze to his erection.

He was obviously already fully erect. It didn’t take much more than the sight of Victoria to set him ablaze, clothed or not. Desire roared inside the pit of his stomach, burning and bellowing like a furnace with enough fuel to burn forever. Even before he stepped under the shower with her, he was already far hotter than the warm water splattering on the wood.

He took that step.

Victoria welcomed him in by kissing him. As the gentle downpour tapped on his head, she drew him into her body. Hischest against her breasts, his cock poking her flat stomach, her arms around his neck. Her lips tasted how much he yearned for her, felt how maddening his desire for her was. Indeed, Liam teetered on the brink of delirium as they kissed, feeling lightheaded as he wrapped his arms around Victoria’s waist.

It was a kiss that lasted an indeterminate amount of time; Liam couldn’t keep count. He kissed the attractive professor until she drew back. Her eyes, pure as a tundra, examined his reaction and must have found it pleasing, for Victoria’s lips drew up atbothcorners. Smiling at him, the older woman caressed his cheek in a show of uncharacteristic gentleness. Her sharpness ebbed, replaced by a momentary tenderness. For a few rare seconds, Victoria seemed content, happy, and relaxed.

“It’s been a good day,” she said.

Wordlessly, Liam nodded.

Victoria’s thumb dropped from his cheek to his pulse, where her touch found it positively thunderous. Her contented look faded, replaced by a slightly more sordid expression.

“But not over yet. Certainly not for you, given I’m just your appetizer for this evening.”

“And my dessert,” he said. “We’re still going to end up in the same bed later tonight.”

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