Page 56 of Natural Deception

He leans closer to whisper, "Do you mean the paper bag Holly gave us?"

"Mm-hm."

"What are we waiting for?" He claims my hand as he starts hustling down the corridor. "I can't refuse an offer like that. It's harder to turn down than a mafia deal."

Once we get inside my room, I tell him to lie on the bed and keep his eyes closed. Beyond the patio, I can hear guests laughing and water splashing, but none of that matters. I have one goal, and I will implement it. Craig doesn't even try to peek, as far as I can tell, but I knew he wouldn't. He loved our games the other night as much as I did.

I suppose I should have realized how I really feel about him after that night in my suite. The next day, I had started to plan other games we could play. The thought of that excited me, but not only in a sexual way. I felt excitement at the prospect of spending more time with him. Will having dirty fun together save our broken marriage? I don't know. And for now, I won't worry about that.

Ever since that hot night in my suite, I've been making plans. And Craig is about to find out what I've concocted.

I start to head for the bathroom.

"Where are you going, Vanessa?"

Spinning around, I wag a finger at him. "You naughty boy. I told you to stay put and keep your eyes closed."

"Couldn't help it. How can I resist the chance to see your sexy ass in motion? A man only has so much willpower."

"Hmm. I guess I'll need to take more drastic measures to protect the integrity of my surprise for you." I return to the bed and dig around in the bag of goodies until I find what I need. Then I raise the blindfold. "Are you okay with this?"

"Anything you want."

I tie the blindfold around his head, then realize he still has his hands free. Can I trust him not to lift the blindfold and peek? Of course I can't. He wants to ogle my ass. So, I excavate another item from the goody bag. "Think I'd better restrain you, to make sure you can't peek."

"Go on, I don't mind."

I secure his wrists with the lavender-padded handcuffs, hooking them through one of the headboard slats. "There. Now I'm going into the bathroom for a few minutes."

"Don't take too long. Just thinking about what you're up to is getting me hard. I might go off without you."

"You can handle the suspense. I have faith in you."

Only once I reach the bathroom do I realize what I said.I have faith in you. That might have been an offhanded comment, but I meant it. We might have lost our way for a while, but we've both regained our faith in each other and our relationship.

I waltz back into the bedroom area, where the sun beams in through the glass doors of the patio. That's not quite the mood I'm looking for, so I pull the patio curtains shut. That creates a whisking sound that makes Craig perk up. He lifts his head, but he can't remove the blindfold to see what I'm doing. The resort's welcome packet had mentioned that every suite and bungalow includes blackout curtains for guests who have trouble sleeping when the daylight lasts so long during certain times of the year. The curtains create a twilight atmosphere, while the lamp on the nightstand adds just enough extra glow to make this a sensual atmosphere.

As I walk toward the bed, my costume makes a jingling sound. While I had pulled the curtains shut, I doubt Craig had noticed that faint tinkling. Now, he lifts his head again, clearly curious, though he refrains from speaking.

I lean over the bed, ready to remove his blindfold, but I hesitate. "Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed briefly? Just until I get in position."

"You can trust me."

I remove the blindfold, which leaves him still handcuffed to the headboard. He sticks to his word and does not open his eyes. I back away from the bed, finding the best viewing spot.

"Open your eyes, Craig, and tell me what you think."

His lids flutter open, and he stares at me. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips. "I didn't think you could rock my world any more than you already have this week. But damn, Vanessa, you did it again."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Craig

I must be hallucinating. My ex-wife can't really be standing there in a skimpy belly dancer outfit, wearing smoky eye makeup and red lipstick, seeming like she intends to have her way with me while I lie here handcuffed to the bed. Vanessa never did anything like this until we came to Heirani Motu. Something about this island has changed us both, or maybe it just freed us to try new things. Either way, I can't wait to see what Vanessa does next.

"Are you going to dance for me, Nessa?"

She drags one finger down her chest, between her tits, and nods slowly.

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