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"It was my pleasure," he replied.
"Let me go," I demanded, pushing him away playfully.
Just for good measure, I reached down and stroked his semi erection, causing him to hiss and swam away. He let me go this time and I walked out of the water with wobbly legs, plopping down on the towel next to my mother. Oliver stayed in the ocean, slicing his powerful arms through the waves as he swam the length of the jetty and back.
"Have you made any decisions about your wedding?" my mother inquired.
"No, we've only briefly discussed it," I replied.
"Only briefly? I remember you used to dress up your dolls and plan their weddings when you were a girl. I would've thought you'd have a whole folder of ideas by now," she teased.
"I just haven't had much time. Oliver has been keeping me busy at work. We've been getting home late most nights this week," I explained.
"Are you enjoying it more than your previous job at Blaze?" Anders asked.
"Yes, very much," I confirmed.
As Anders continued the conversation with my mother, I grabbed a towel to dry my hair. A few minutes later, Oliver emerged from the water, looking every bit like a Greek god with droplets of water tracing the contours of his muscular body. He took the towel from me, drying himself off before planting a kiss on my lips.
When everyone else decided to head back to the house, Oliver leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
"It would be my pleasure to make love to you out here tonight," he murmured.
"Are you crazy? What if someone from my family comes down here?" I whispered back.
"I was thinking of a midnight rendezvous. We could bring a bottle of wine," he suggested.
"Maybe," I replied cautiously.
"Are you suddenly shy? This coming from the woman who let me give her an orgasm in front of her family?" he joked.
I slapped his arm. "That was different. They couldn't see me in the water," I defended.
"You were still in front of them," he countered.
"I'll think about it," I conceded.
I tried to stifle a yawn but failed.
"Want to head back to the house? We can shower and take a nap before dinner. I asked them to serve at six."
"Sounds good to me," I agreed.
We gathered up the wet towels, closed the umbrella, and made our way up the sand towards the lawn.
Chapter 18
Oliver stirred me awake by nuzzling my cheek with his nose. I mumbled something incoherent, and he repeated the gesture.
"Do you want to go down to the beach?" he whispered.
"Now?" I groggily responded.
"Yes, now. Everyone went to bed," he urged.
"I think I ate too much at dinner," I admitted, feeling the weight of the meal still lingering in my stomach.
I had expected Oliver to have the chef prepare something extravagant, but instead, we had enjoyed a simple yet satisfying spread of chicken kabobs, T-bone steaks, Swordfish steaks, and several side salads. I had indulged in too many marinated chicken kabobs and a hefty portion of spring dill potato salad. Even hours later, I still felt stuffed.
