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“I don’t have my swimsuit,” she said, looking down at her dress.

“You don’t need it.” I grinned.

I slid off my jacket and tossed it on the ground beside me, and looked suggestively at Monica as I started unbuttoning my shirt. She let out a carefree laugh and kicked off her patent leather pumps, digging her toes in the sand. She turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder with a coy smile. I slid my hand up her back to the zipper at the nape of her neck and slowly pulled it down, revealing her bare skin and the red mesh bra and matching panties.

I instantly grew hard against my briefs, which were now the only thing I had on. Her dress slipped to the sandy surface and she turned toward me. I immediately picked her up and slung her over my shoulder, taking her into the water as she let out another laugh that was music to my ears.

Chapter 21

Monica

My eyes fluttered open to the morning sunlight that was insistent against my face as it streamed through the white, gauzy curtains. I could smell the sea breeze as it wafted through the open windows and hear the seagulls as they passed overhead. I wondered for a moment if I was dreaming, and if so, I wanted to sleep forever. Especially as I rolled my head and looked next to me, seeing Troy sleeping soundly.

His tan skin peeped out from under the sheets we were tangled in. I ran my fingers across his hard chest that rose and fell slowly with this steady breath until they reached the slight stubble of his handsome face. I didn’t think I would ever tire of waking up next to him.

It felt strange to not have to rush out of here to get to work on time. I smiled at him and snuggled deeper into his arms that were around me, our naked bodies pressed together under white linen sheets. Our bareness reminded me to go retrieve our clothes from the beach, even though they had most likely been taken out to sea with the morning tide. We hadn’t bothered to grab them as we ran up the beach after making love in the dark turquoise waters with the last rays of the sun the day before.

I could still feel the water lapping around our shoulders as I clutched him tightly, trying to hold our balance as he pulled desperately at the red mesh that clung against my wet skin in the water, while my hands tugged at his briefs, needing to feel the bare length of him brush against me. We let our undergarments drift off and sink, not caring in our quiet desperation.

When I woke up yesterday morning and chose that particular set of lingerie, I had no idea it would be sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. Nor did I care. Not when his hands were on me and his tongue moved up my neck until it swirled against the most sensitive part of my ear. I could have lost control just from that and feeling his strong, wet body hold me just past where the waves broke. But I waited to lose control as he easily found his way inside my slick opening, and my wetness had nothing to do with the ocean. I clenched tightly around him as he pushed deep inside me. We moved to the steady waves, slowly and rhythmically. Our mouths were salty from the ocean as we tasted each other, consuming each other in the magic of this place. It didn’t take either of us long to release, feeling every vibration of pleasure in the warm water that surrounded us. My moans were drowned out by the crashing of the waves against the nearby shore.

Once we were done, we swam up to the beach and lay on our backs, breathless in the sand. His fingers, rough from the tiny pebbles, swirled circles around my navel, tickling me as I lay there and watched the stars begin to appear in the purple sky. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, though it came second to the Greek god lying beside me, his eyes scanning every inch of me when he had the night sky calling to him. I had never felt so wanted.

In a silent invitation, I arched my back upward, my breasts reaching for the sky, nipples erect. With the slight adjustment, his hand skimmed past my navel, moving down. I shivered at his touch moving slowly to the place between my legs that called to him. Coaxed him.

We made love again right there on the beach, my knees digging into the sand as I rode him. It was as if all of my inhibitions had been released in the privacy of that beach. I threw my head back, wet hair against my back as I screamed and trembled around him, feeling him fill me with everything he had.

Afterward, he carried me in his arms up the beach and to the house, which I still hadn’t even stepped foot inside. When he opened the French doors at the back of the house, we were met with a large, circular room that sat in the very center of the house as if it were the heart of it. White plush couches surrounded a creamy stone table that sat underneath a massive, ornate seashell chandelier. It took my breath away.

Troy grabbed us some fluffy white towels from a nearby bathroom, and we wrapped them around ourselves. We didn’t bother with retrieving our bags that were still on the front steps of the house. We were comfortable as is.

He had called in for dinner to be delivered by a private chef. I blushed as he opened the door with just a towel around his waist, blissfully unaware of how good he looked. How immodest he looked as he greeted the chef who quickly set our food down. I giggled at how quickly he wanted to get out of there.

Troy and I set up the authentic Bahamian dishes on the large stone table in the living room. The smells of baked crab, stew, lobster, and fritters filled the air and made my stomach grumble. We filled our plates and sat on the floor around the table, drinking a bottle of chilled white wine, and enjoying our private feast as we sat damp in our cozy towels.

It was such a special thing, sitting here eating these exotic dishes in an enormous mansion in a completely different country. It felt like a fairytale, but it also felt so simple at the same time. Like we were at home eating takeout and enjoying each other’s company. It didn’t matter where we were, I was consumed by every glance, touch, and moment I spent with him. It felt like I could do this in the real world with him. It scared me and excited me at the same time.

Now that it was the next morning, I still couldn’t believe we were here. Or that I was here with Troy in this magical, tropical world that felt like it was just for us two with no one around for miles. I had always wanted to visit the Bahamas, but never expected it to be like this. The luxury of the town car to the private jet to this enormous mansion on the beach was something unimaginable, yet here I was. I had tried not to let it show that I was in awe of everything. Tried to play it cool. But Troy could probably sense that this was far more than anything I had experienced. Even though I was aware now that I was awake, it still felt like a dream.

I nuzzled into his neck, pressing my lips against him as I breathed him in. He smelled like saltwater and sweet sweat. I dared to open my mouth and taste him. He stirred slightly as my tongue ran against his Adam’s apple, but soon fell back into a deep sleep. I knew I could have had him right then and there, but there was something so peaceful in how he slept, I didn’t want to disturb him. Even though the idea was tempting, especially feeling his length against me.

I carefully scooched out of his arms, already missing him as I rolled out of the bed. If I wanted energy for what I’m sure he had planned today, I needed coffee. A full pot, if it were going to be anything like last night. I walked to the closet that was next to the bathroom, and bigger than my entire apartment, and found a white fluffy robe hanging. I slipped it off the hanger and onto my body, enjoying the comfort of the soft material as it enveloped me like a warm hug. I even found some matching slippers just below where it had hung. This felt like a five-star resort. I slipped them on and padded quietly out of the room.

I walked down the hallway, warm with the early morning rays of sun, admiring this part of the house I had yet to explore. I doubted I would see the whole thing in the short time we were here, unless we christened every room. The idea was tempting. As tempting as it had been sitting across from him on the jet yesterday. The bathroom was so close, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my moans from reaching the flight attendants’ ears. So the tension grew between us until it was insurmountable and we had to have each other right there on the beach.

As I continued to the kitchen, I took in the white stone columns holding up the tall ceilings, and the backdrop of the turquoise waters peeked through every large window. I slowly shook my head in awe as I continued down the marble-floored hallway toward the kitchen, another place I had yet to explore.

I walked through the expansive living room where we ate last night, the French doors still open to the beach just a handful of steps away, and through the white arched doorway that led to the kitchen. The room was lined with white quartz countertops and white cabinets that went up toward the tall ceiling. A light blue backsplash brought in the colors of the ocean just beyond. As I spun around the room slowly, I heard someone clear their throat in the corner of the room.

I quickly turned toward the noise and found a woman sitting with her feet perched comfortably on the wooden surface of the breakfast nook. She took a sip of coffee as she looked at me over the newspaper she held in her hands.

“Holy shit,” I breathed as my hand flung to my heart, feeling it race underneath the fuzzy robe.

“Hello to you, too,” she said with a laugh.

“I’m so sorry. I’m, uh, Monica.” I clutched my robe tighter, feeling like she could see the nakedness underneath.

“Hi, uh… Monica. I’m Erica.”

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