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every time he looked at her.
    “It’s a private beach and this area is
owned in conglomeration by me, the owner of your home and the neighbor who
lives down the beach a bit. You can’t see their house from here because of the
jungle growth between. But the law requires even the private beaches in Hawaii
to allow everyone access. Sometimes, on the weekend, there will be families
here or teenagers will come down to play around. There is no surf to speak of
as this is a protected cove but the snorkeling is pretty good. And the
fishing,” he stated.
    “Oh.” After the sizzle from his smile, her
brain shut down.
    They walked quietly for some distance and,
though strange, the silence felt comfortable to Joey. She didn’t feel like she
needed to rush to close the gap with small talk. They came to the rocky point
at the end of the sand, and she assumed whatever he wanted to show her would be
here. Wrong. He started up a hidden path that wound between the rocks.
    “It’s not much farther,” he said.
    “You’re right, I wouldn’t have explored
this on my own. I would have thought I was trespassing,” she replied.
    “We are. But it’s okay. The owners are
friends and I come out here often.”
    Several seconds later, they rounded another
bend and the scene before her took Joey’s breath. “Oh, my God! It’s beautiful!”
Spread below her, at the bottom of the sandy path, was a pool with a small
waterfall on the other side. The mist and early morning sun combined to create
a miniature rainbow that arched over the water. Much of the area around the
pool was covered in bougainvillea and orchids There were several bushes of
bird-of-paradise flowers interspersed along the edge. The water sparkled a
clear and vibrant turquoise color. She could see all the way to the bottom of
the pond and she noticed most of what lay underneath was sand. A small strip of
beach and several low, well-worn lava rock ledges defined the end of the pool.
The effect was breathtaking.
    “This is incredible. The essence of a tropical
paradise,” she murmured reverently.
    “I knew you’d like it. Want to spend some
time here, go down and sit on the ledge to dangle our feet in the water?” he
asked.
    “Try and stop me.”
    Chuckling, he followed her along the path
and helped her balance while she stepped down a few feet onto the first rock
ledge. They sat together with their feet skimming the warm water of the pool.
Joey’s vibrant emotions were back and Gray found it impossible to do anything
but look at her. She looked beautiful. Her hair shone a warm cinnamon color in
the sun and he knew it would fall to her breasts if released from confinement.
Even bound in her ponytail, it was a wild mass of curls. He could visualize her
hair draped across his body, almost able to feel the tendrils stroke over his
aroused and very sensitive flesh. Shit! Good thing he was sitting down.
    She wasn’t very tall, maybe three or four
inches over five feet, and her body…well, the only word to describe it was
lush. Ripe. God, you could use his cock for a coat hanger!
    Again they were silent. Joey’s eyes darted
from one wonderful sight to another, but eventually she relaxed and just
absorbed the peace. She could not believe the almost religious serenity of this
little pond. Nothing could bother her in this place. Sighing, she turned to
Gray. “Thank you for bringing me here. And for letting me have the space to
calm down. I’m sorry I screeched at you and acted like a lunatic earlier,” she
apologized.
    “There is nothing to be sorry about. I’m
not sure what set you off. The book was bad but if you ask me—and I realize you
didn’t—it’s men who should be pissed off about it all.”
    She turned and looked at him with a
confused expression in her eyes. “Why men?” she asked. “I don’t understand why
men should be angry.”
    “Think about it,” he replied. “From the
little I read, the author basically said all thoughts,