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It might only be for a year, but this man is mine. Once I’m not so tired, I’m going to take him up on the whole ravishing thing, because he isworkingthose sweats. Damn.

I follow suit, changing into my pajamas—little shorts and a matching tank—before joining him on the bed and snuggling under his arm. He puts on a movie, and the last thing I remember is the tender way he looks at me and kisses my forehead. Then I’m out.

CHAPTER FIVE

ENZO

Owning my own beach house has never been this fun. Sure, I’ve enjoyed coming here for vacations, and my friends and I have thrown some epic parties here.

But by far the best choice I’ve made with this place is deciding to honeymoon here. I have a private beach, a beautiful woman, and no one looking for me for the next week. What could be better? We don’t even need clothes if we don’t want them.

At the moment, however, my beautiful bride is wearing a tiny string bikini. It’s made of a shimmering teal fabric, which, along with her long black hair, makes her look like a mermaid. Or maybe it’s a siren she resembles. She’s certainly luring me in.

Sitting on the terrace, sipping tropical fruit juice while the fan gently stirs the air...what could be better? I can only think of one thing.

I snag Noelle as she walks by, heading for a lounger, and pull her into my lap, kissing her hard before she can protest. “Have you ever done it outside?”

She shakes her head and giggles. “Nope. I’m not that much of an exhibitionist.”

“Hmm, good thing this is private property. We’re going to check that off your bucket list.”

She swats my arm. “It isn’t on my bucket list. I think you’re the one who’s horny for nature.”

I bury my face in her neck, nibbling. “I’m horny for wherever you happen to be,” I counter. “I want your honeymoon to be memorable. Maybe I should fuck you under the frangipani tree, on all the fallen petals.”

“Or…”

“Or?”

She bats her lashes at me, then jumps up. “Or you could put those wings to use, catch me, and fuck me in midair. Nowthat’sa honeymoon to remember.” With that, she darts away, zigzagging around the pool and into the trees that give the property so much privacy.

With a growl, I leap up and tear after her, thankful I’m only wearing swimming trunks. Having to take off a shirt would slow me down. I unfurl my wings as I run, and then I’m in the air, catching a current and gliding after my sexy little wife.

It’s hard to fly below the canopy, what with all the branches. Fortunately, Noelle wants me to catch her, so she shifts course and heads for the beach, where I can easily swoop down and grab her.

“Caught you, you little minx!”

“I let you catch me,” she says with a breathless giggle.

I flap my wings and rise higher into the air, giving us a spectacular view of this side of the island. Once we’ve looked our fill, I fly us closer to the house and lower down until we’re hovering, just about in line with the roof.

“Lose the bikini.”

“I can’t let go of you!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” I tighten my grip on her waist, and with a nod, she removes her arms from where they’dbeen cinched around my neck. She quickly pulls the ties on her top and bottom and they fall free, fluttering down to the pool deck.

“Now here’s the thing,” I say. “I can’t get you ready for me, because I have to hold on to you. So you’re going to have to do the work yourself. Though I can give you a little guidance if you need it.”

“You better tell me what to do so I don’t make any mistakes,” she says, her expression one of perfect innocence. Such an act. My girl has a filthy side and we both know it.

“All right, then. First, you need to put your hand between your legs and see how wet you are. And don’t forget to show me, so I know you’re telling the truth.”

Without breaking my gaze, she slowly dips three fingers between her thighs, then brings them up to my face. I can see moisture glistening there. “Tell me how wet you are. And put your fingers in my mouth.”

“Wet, but not dripping. Not enough to take your big cock,” she says with a wicked smile, sliding her fingers into my mouth. Her sweet flavor bursts across my tongue, and I growl as I suck her fingers clean.

She removes them, and the expression on her face tells me she knows what the next instruction is, but I give her the command anyway. “Your fingers are nice and slippery now. Use them to play with your clit and pussy until they’re slippery too.”

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