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She hums with pleasure, and I almost blow from the sound.
A different sound brings things to an abrupt halt. Mila’s eyes widen and she lets go, my cock popping out of her mouth. “Is someone at the door?”
“Yeah, let me get it.” I stand up and put on my robe, my erection tenting it. I lean down and kiss her, and she groans.
“If it’s another keeper to do God knows what, I’m packing up and spending the day on the beach.” She pouts, and oh, I want to spank that pout off her face.
But I know who is at the door, so I file that idea for later.
When I return with the package, Mila sits at the edge of the pool, tracing the water with her feet. I don’t know what got into me when I threw her in there yesterday. Fuck, another out of character behavior.
When I was making my coffee this morning, I started tallying up all the unusual behaviors, starting with sitting on the grass in Santa Barbara, or perhaps even before. But then she came out of the room, all wrinkled from sleep, and my mind sank into my briefs.
This should concern me, but I haven’t felt this uninhibited, this liberated in so long, I can’t help but appreciate the recharging it offers. Perhaps there is something to slowing down.
“Who was it?” Mila looks up, smiling.
“Delivery for you.” I drop the package to the lounger.
“What is it?” She frowns, stands up and pads across the tiled floor to get to the box.
Snaking my arm around her waist, I stop her with a kiss. “It’s new underwear and a few more dresses.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Number one.” I kiss her. “I destroyed your underwear and the dress yesterday.” Another kiss. “Number two, you were annoyingly frugal when I took you shopping, so I needed to rectify that.” Another kiss. “Number three, I plan to destroy more of your clothes.”
“Is that so?” She beams. God, that high wattage smile of hers is addictive.
“Yes. Until I figure out how to keep you permanently naked.” I seize her lips. “Now, let me call Tarek to make sure we don’t starve.”
“I was hoping we could go into town.” She cocks her head, biting her bottom lip.
“Town?” I frown.
“Come on, Gio, please.” With everything I’ve paid for her, given her, gifted her, the idea of discovering the small, touristy town makes her eyes sparkle.
“Okay, Princess, I’ll wine and dine you in town tonight.”
“And let’s stroll the streets.” She bounces with excitement. Fuck me. “It’s probably my last time in St. Martin, I’d like to see the place.”
I chuckle, her joy rubbing off on me. “We’ll come again.” I kiss her forehead.
She beams at me.
Fuck. Did I just make a commitment?
* * *
There is no way I’m going dancing. I said that an hour ago, and here I am, twirling this beautiful woman around.
Mila is tipsy, and she shimmies around me with that look of adoration as if I’m the only man on the planet. She grinds her hips against me and then spins again, all innocence, smiling seductively.
We’re at a small club, with a bar on one side and several booths around it, but all the guests are on the dance floor. Sin and sex fill the air, and I’m pretty sure several couples left already to fuck in the dark crooks and crannies of this dingy place.
I would have never stayed here, but Mila dived onto the dance floor the minute we entered, so here we are. A first for me.
One of many today. I didn’t work. I ate fish pastries on the street. I walked, for no apparent reason but to look around. Though most of the time I was looking at Mila.
