Page 3 of The Doctor's Twins

“Indeed. I am the proverbial pasty Pom longing for warmer shores. Where are you from, my dear lady?” he asked and kissed my hand.

“California.”

“Ah, another sunshine state I adore.”

“How long have you lived here in Cancun?”

“I’d say about ten years, now. I just adore the lifestyle.”

“You have a beautiful home.”

“She’s not here for you, Adam,” Mateo grinned and rested his hand on the small of my back.

The heat from his palm sent a shiver down my spine and answered the question I’d had about the chemistry between us.

“Oh, you greedy bugger,” Adam laughed.

“Come on, Peyton. There’s something I’d like to show you.”

“Have fun you two,” Adam grinned and continued to laugh from his gut.

“He’s quite a character,” I said once we were out of earshot.

“A very rich man. And an incurable flirt,” Mateo added.

“Are you jealous?”

“Should I be?”

“What did you want to show me?” I asked, changing the subject.

Mateo smiled and took my hand. He led me outside to a sprawling lawn and walked toward a viewing deck.

“Cancun as you’ve never seen her before,” he cooed proudly.

I had to give him points. The view was something else.

“Wow.”

“I want to kiss you, beautiful Peyton.”

My heart skipped a beat and my knees buckled a tad when Mateo pulled me closer. He placed one hand just above my backside and touched my cheek lightly with the other. I assumed he was waiting for an answer.

I didn’t say a word, rather moved in and touched my lips gently to his. That was all the consent the sexy Mexican needed. He kissed me passionately while I struggled to keep my legs from failing.

Damn that accent!

* * *

The next few days were a blur. Mateo quickly became a fixture in my Mexican experience. He showed mehisMexico, as he called it, and I had to admit that there was a definite advantage to having my own, gorgeous tour guide.

Alyssa didn’t complain too much, as Gabriel turned out to be the perfect mixture of fun and bangability in one handsome package.

Days were filled with exploring the locale, sampling the delicious cuisine, and frolicking at the beach, followed by nights filled with dancing and rip-roaring orgasms.

“I tell you, Peyton, this is the life. I wish we could stay here forever,” Alyssa sighed one morning when she and I had popped out to the market for eggs and tortillas.

“I know what you mean. I love it here.”

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