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them. His passion built.
    The lust he’d been holding back since seeing her face ignited. “Hold on.” He backed up, onto his knees, and tucked his hands under both ass cheeks, riding her hard and fast, balls slapping the indent in her ass. “Shit woman,” he rasped, his seed shooting out in jets of cum filling the condom. He milked his cock in her velvet sex, wishing he had more time.
    The sun departed, leaving a rainbow of blue, orange and pink hues to tint the clouds. The clear waters darkened as they returned to the resort. Their guide, true to his word, didn’t invade their privacy. After the best sex in his life, and sharing the sunset, he watched Rebekah fall asleep and covered her with her sarong.
    They’d both agreed to no phones, no media, no laptops. No interruptions to the epitome of experiences that Madam Eve had to offer. Reality came back too fast, and he was helpless to fend it off.
    All too soon, the marina loomed in the near distance. He woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss and helped her put her swimsuit on. “I’m so sleepy.” She yawned and slipped on her flip flops.
    “We’ll have you back to your room in no time.” The solemn inflection in his voice bothered him. He generously tipped their discrete guide and led her into the plush comfort of the waiting limo’s leather seats. As they pulled off, the smell of the sea evaporated from his nose. Bekah snuggled against his chest. He stroked her hair and inhaled her sweet scent, wondering how he’d find normal when he went home.
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    awake for the second time. “We’re here.” The limo driver opened the door for him, and he unfolded from the seat, pulling his sleepy woman out behind him.
    “Slow down.”
    “Wake up.” He snapped, and felt guilt creep in as she pulled away from him at his sharp tone, making her own way into the building.
    “He jogged up to her, halting her mid-step. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” Which was a lie. Women never made him feel erratic, yet all he felt around her was off-balance. He studied her wary expression and stroked her beyond-tangled hair. “I should’ve braided it for you.”
    “That’s really sweet, Ashton.” She jerked her head and brought her hand up to meet his.
    Ashton stepped into her personal space and kissed her forehead. “Let’s just go to bed. We’re both exhausted.”
    “Sounds like a plan.” Instead of going to her room, she kept walking, leading them to his.
    Bekah continued to surprise him. Minutes later, back in his suite, he led her to his luxurious bathroom and turned on the shower. She smelled of coconut and salt water, reminding him of their time spent snorkeling. He realized no matter how many times he snorkeled again in the future, the experiences wouldn’t compare to the date he’d just finished with her.
    Gingerly, he lathered her skin with soap and rinsed her off, his hands trailing over her breasts and ass. She stepped away from him and freed her hair from its band. Water-drenched curls sprang to life. She held out the bottle of shampoo to him and turned to allow him to wash her hair for her. Feeling completely out of his element and oddly domesticated, he poured the shampoo onto her head and massaged the clear liquid to froth, working the scented foam from scalp to tips, falling just short of the middle of her back.
    “You’re so good,” she sighed.
    Hearing her sigh had to be the best sound that ever graced his ears. “Good to know. Eyes closed, head back.” He commandeered the hand-held nozzle from her grasp and began to rinse her hair.
    “Oh, God do that again.” Bekah moved her head toward him.
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    Ashton passed the nozzle over her head, loving the way she called for more.
    His cock hardened, and he groaned. Bekah surprised him by wrapping her hand around his length and stroking from tip to balls. “Aren’t you