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Maria.”

I’m done. Burned fucking toast. Pushed over the edge and into the kind of pleasure that I swear holds the answers to world peace.

My climax crashes into nerve endings I didn’t even know I had, and I have to dig my teeth into my bottom lip so I don’t scream. Over and over again, waves of pleasure roll through my body, and Remy just keeps on fucking me while I try to keep some semblance of control over my volume.

But his hard cockkeeps hittingall the right spots, while his thumb on my clit prolongs my orgasm.

It feels so good it’s almost painful.

And when Remy hits his peak, he keeps his word. He grips my thighs, pushes himself as deep as he can go, and fills me up with his come.

If this is what he has in store for this trip, count me the hell in.

“So much for the FAA, huh?” I ask when I finally have enough breath back to speak.

Remy laughs, a sly smile making me tingle all the way to my toes again. “Technically, we’re still wearing clothes.”

I snort, but he shakes his head and grabs me by the chin, commanding my attention entirely.

“We’re in the air now, Ria. All bets are off.”

Oh boy. I think I’m in trouble.

Monday, November 11th

Remy

This is my second morning waking up in tropical paradise, and I would’ve much preferred to stay in bed with a naked Maria wrapped around my body like a second skin.

But since it’s Monday morning, the damn market has forced my hand.

I know I told Maria this was a no-work vacation, but yeah, even on a trip, I still have to put in some hours. And, truthfully, it’sshewho needs the rest and relaxation. I just need alone time with her. Lots of naked, sex-filled alone time, to be specific.

Thankfully, the Bahamas is on East Coast time and didn’t require me to get up before six.

Just as the sun was starting to show its face on the horizon, I slipped out of bed, made some coffee, and took my laptop out onto the terrace of the private beach house an investment client of mine let me utilize for Maria’s big getaway surprise.

It’s a beauty of a property, nearly six thousand square feet of modern luxury and overlooking the clear blue waters of theAtlantic. The instant Maria stepped inside this place, she pretty much lost her Realtor mind.

Thankfully, the promise of spending another day on the beach with my woman in a bikini has proven to keep me efficient. And even though it’s only a little after eight and the market still has another hour before its official open, I’ve managed to make most of the investment moves I’d planned for my clients.

Secured a few options, sold a few short-term stocks, and shifted some important money to ride the wave of quarterly earnings reports.

All in all, it’s a good start to the day.

My cell rings, and I seeIncoming Call Thatchon the screen. I groan, but I also pick it up by the second ring for fear it could still manage to wake up Maria.

“If you’re calling me about your fucking DILF contest, I’m hanging up,” I say, bypassing a greeting completely, and his booming voice is quick with a comeback.

“Oh, c’mon, Remy. You should be proud for coming in second place.”

“So, the contest is over?” Thank fuck.

“Not yet, but your attitude about the contest really lost you some points the other day. A true DILF is motherfluffing proud of his DILFdom.”

“You need your head checked.”

He just laughs me off like he’s not the craziest motherfucker on this call. “Anyhoo, you got any room in your schedule for ol’ Thatcher today? Come by my office around ten?”

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