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“What?” She turned back, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.

“I uh…” I stumbled over my words, running a hand through my hair. “I may have gone a little overboard. I got a cabana on the ocean.”

Her jaw dropped and stretched into the biggest smile I’d ever seen. “Holy shit,” she screeched so loud even the driver cringed.

“You’re okay with boats, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. We have to take one to the island with the cabanas.”

Another squeal. This one accompanied by bouncing in her seat.

After checking in, our driver took us around to a boat that then dropped us off at the dock of our island. Hanna almost squealed again, bouncing from foot-to-foot when the hotel staff greeted us with champagne before taking us to our cabana. Hanna looked around in wonder as our bags were delivered.

“Thomas will be your butler for your stay,” the attendant explained. “If you need anything at all, please let him know.”

I waved everyone off and turned to Hanna, who looked like a bomb waiting to go off.

“A butler? A BUTLER,” she exclaimed when the door shut. She set her champagne down and jumped in my arms. “Thank you, Daniel.” She wriggled with excitement, and I had to laugh. Her joy was contagious. “God, my cabin sucks ass. I’m glad we went there first because this would be impossible to top.”

I sat her down and handed her a glass. “The cabin was amazing—perfect.” She scrunched her face, doubtful but still smiling. “I hope you don’t mind the single bed. If so, I can sleep on the love nest or that big net out there.” I gestured to the round swing on the deck and the rectangle hammock above the ocean. “So many options.”

“It’s not like I haven’t been sleeping with you these past few days. And I’m not sure that can be classified as a bed. It’s its own island.”

The cabana was only one large room with a dinette area to the left, the bed in the middle, and the bathroom closed off on the right. The most real estate was outside, past the glass walls, on an oversized patio. Two seating areas, an infinity pool, outdoor shower, a dock that led down to the water, and the large hammock took up all the other space.

“Daniel, look at this.” Hanna pulled my attention to where she stood in front of the bed. “We have a glass floor. I can see fish. This is insane.”

“How about we order another bottle of champagne and enjoy our room for the rest of the day?”

“Hell yes.” She downed her glass and dug into her suitcase for her suit before disappearing into the bathroom.

I lingered on the deck, taking in the clear blue ocean stretching on for miles, only broken up by dark patches of seaweed.

Sound behind me had me turning around and freezing. “Jesus, Hanna.”

She looked down at the scraps of black covering everything important. “What? It’s not like you haven’t seen it all anyway.”

I held my breath, waiting for one wrong move to have her breasts spilling out of her tiny top. My cock grew hard just imagining it, and I realized that maybe we should have stayed in the mountains, where she’d been bundled under layers.

“I know,” I choked out. “But barely wrapped up like that is alluring as hell.”

She waggled her brow and wiggled her body, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. “Well, go get changed so I can ogle you too. It’s only fair.”

I walked into the bathroom and wondered if I had time to jerk off before heading back out there. Deciding against it, I quickly pulled on my trunks and went back out. She greeted me with over the top catcalls from the infinity pool, breaking the tension from before.

“You want to head into the ocean?” I asked.

“I want to do it all,” she exclaimed, exiting the pool, rivulets of water trailing down her soft skin.

We walked down the steps and jumped into the water, our toes digging into the soft sand. She swam around me in circles, and we talked about nothing and everything. Work, family, games we liked to play, everything.

“We should dry off if we want to have dinner at some point tonight.”

“You want to rest on the hammock?” she suggested.

Honestly, I would have done whatever she wanted me to. My feelings were tipping in a dangerous direction, and I wasn’t sure there was anything I could do to stop them. The longer they continued, the less I was sure I wanted to stop them.

I climbed on first, and she followed, log rolling into my side, laughing. She rested her head on my shoulder and got comfortable pressed to my side.

“Daniel,” she said, tipping her head back to look at me. “I have a confession to make.”

Her breath tickled my skin, and I held my breath, scrambling to prepare for whatever came out of her mouth next.


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