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Curious, I stick my head out to see Foster gently swinging on the hammock in the breeze, humming to himself. I tap the slider door, so he’s alerted to me standing here.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “Join me. It’s beautiful out.”
He’s right. The almost full moon is bright in the clear sky, and the sound of the waves is soothing.
“It’s not a good idea,” I respond.
“Indulge me. It’s the least you can do for banishing me to the couch.”
I cluck my tongue. “You deserve being banished.”
Foster slings his legs over the side of the hammock. “Don’t make me come for you.”
I smirk. “I’d be in my bedroom before you even make it out of the hammock.” I should’ve known not to challenge him, because, in a flash, he is out of the hammock and swinging me in his arms. I squeal as he carries me down the two stairs to the beach.
“Stop screeching. You’ll wake the neighbors.”
I kick my feet, trying to get him to let me down. Foster finally does when we get halfway to the water. Standing close, he cups my cheeks and gives me the sweetest kiss. His lips are soft, and when he nips at my bottom lip with his teeth, the throb between my legs grows worse.
“I’d like to make love to you out here,” he says breathlessly as he pulls away.
“Who said I want to have sex with you?”
Foster swipes his hand over my breasts. “Your body.”
I sighed. My nipples are tight peaks. I do want to have sex with Foster, but at the same time, it is foolish, and I should hate him. But I love him and have never stopped.
I grit my teeth. “How dare you assume so.”
Foster laughs. “I’d love to taste you right now. I’m sure you’re soaking wet.” He places his lips against my ear. “I still remember how sweet you taste.”
I push away from him and head for the water. He is close behind as I wade into the warm ocean.
“Paige, let’s go for a swim.”
“I don’t think so. I’d rather stand here.”
Foster wades past me, and when he is up to his waist, he dives in. I watch his arms slice through the water. The moon is so bright; it is like daytime. Eventually, I join him, floating on my back to where he is standing. Switching to a tread, I take in the water lapping around his broad chest, and I cling to his shoulder. Foster hooks his arms around me, and I wrap my legs around his back.
“You’re beautiful,” he says in awe.
“I look horrible. I haven’t been sleeping,” I confess. I smooth his hair off his forehead as he leans in to nibble on my earlobe. We were both aroused, and at this point, I want him.
“Sweet Paige,” he murmurs in my ear.
Foster’s growing erection is sandwiched between us, and I shift my hips, rubbing my cleft against him.
In a low voice, he says, “Don’t do that unless you plan to go further.”
I place my head on his shoulder. “I’m too far gone.”
“Don’t tell me that.”
“I am. I need you. I want you.”
“You won’t have regrets if I give you what you want?”
“Why would I have regrets when my husband gives me what I want?”
