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He smiled. “That makes one of us.”
I smirked at him and got off the sofa.
“Hey,” he called. “Where are you going?”
“I want to go down to the beach.”
“That’s a great idea,” he nodded with a twinkle in his eye.
“Except I don’t have a swimsuit,” I pointed out.
“This is a private island,” he reminded me. “You don’t need one.”
He str
ipped down completely and stood before me—naked as the day he was born. I looked him up and down, feeling a little tingle between my legs.
“Your turn,” he said challengingly.
I started to strip. When I was naked, Tristan reached out and cupped my breasts in his hand. Then he took my hand and led me out of the house and towards the ocean. I felt like the modern-day Adam and Eve as we waded into the cool water together.
Once lapping waves surrounded us, I felt a brilliant and inexplicable sense of freedom. It was just Tristan and me, completely naked, surrounded by the ocean under a clear blue sky. It was perfect.
I felt my desire for him expand once more. This time, I pulled him to me and started to kiss him with purpose. Having sex in the ocean was an altogether different experience. It was harder, clumsier, and unpredictable, but it was also carnal and natural and extremely exciting.
Tristan fucked me hard as the water pushed us from side to side, and when I came, I threw back my head and screamed without inhibition, without reservation, and without any sense of self-consciousness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tristan
I looked at the pictures lining my wall. They were all pictures of the resorts and hotels that my father had opened before I took over. The last couple of pictures depicted my own projects. They were smaller, modest hotels compared with my father’s, but I had opened them on my own, and for that, I was proud.
Still, opening a new hotel was never easy, and my first few attempts had not gone smoothly. Which was why I was sitting in my office, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Everything had been going so well lately that I felt as though something had to give soon. I wondered if I was simply projecting my fears about my relationship with Molly onto my career.
I thought about the last few weeks I’d spent with Molly. I had discovered so much more about her. I already knew she was passionate, kind, and intelligent. But I also discovered that she was decisive, emotional, and fiery. I realized that our opinions about film and art didn’t always match up, and when that happened, Molly would fight to the death to defend her point. She was so good at it that half the time, I found myself convinced. She was persuasive, but she could also be diffident. Just when I thought I had figured her out, she surprised me by revealing another layer of her character that I was ignorant of.
There were days when everything felt perfect. There were days when Molly was the only person I wanted to be with. She got me; she understood my job and its demands. She never got mad if I missed a dinner date, or disappeared right after sex, or could barely stand still long enough to ask her how her day was. She took everything in her stride. She seemed to enjoy working, and that, too, was attractive to me.
The flip side of the coin was my fear. The work had still not slowed down. I still had investors I needed to answer to, standards that needed to be maintained, and a chain of other enterprises that needed supervision. Just when I felt as though I were getting my head above water, something came up that pulled me under again. I had been meaning to take Molly back to our private island for a small sojourn, but I’d never managed to find the time after our first visit.
Some days, I was scared Molly was getting bored with our relationship. Other days, I was scared that I was getting bored with the relationship. Some days, I was simply too tired to be scared about anything. All I knew was that it felt nice to crawl into bed, knowing that Molly was in it, sleeping soundly.
On a whim, I picked up my phone and dialed in Jason’s number. He answered almost immediately, and the sound of his voice made me instantly regret calling him.
“Tristan!” Jason said breathlessly. “Long time, man.”
“You sound like you’re going someplace?”
“I’ve heading towards a meeting that’s on the other side of this damn building,” he replied. “So I can’t chat for long.”
“I can call back later?”
“No, no,” he said quickly. “I want to hear how things are going.”
“Uh…things are going great,” I said.
I knew I should have told him about Molly and me weeks ago, but I always managed to find an excuse at the last minute.
