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Foster groans. “I’m holding you to that.”
I turn so he can retie my top. Before we head outside to the loungers, he slaps my ass. On the beach, I settle myself, lying flat, then slipping on the sunglasses I brought with me. Foster keeps his chair upright and taps away on his phone.
“This is our honeymoon. Stop working,” I order.
“I’m not working. I put in an order for lunch.”
I prop my head upon my hand. “What did you order?”
“Don’t worry about it. I have it handled.”
“I see your problem went away,” I say, pointing to his shrinking bulge.
“For now, Mrs. Black. Don’t think I’ve forgotten your promise.”
I snort and go back to sunning myself, letting the heat sink into my bones. The sound of the waves lull me to sleep until Foster wakes me.
“You’re turning red,” he notes. “We should go inside.”
I yawn. “Or I could just turn over and tan the other side.”
Foster’s expression becomes tight. “No. I don’t want your ass exposed.”
“There’s no one here to see me.”
He gestures to the couple about one hundred feet away, frolicking in the surf. “What about them?”
“They aren’t paying attention to us.”
“Lunch will be here soon; it’s almost one-thirty.”
I am admittedly hungry, so I give in as my stomach rumbles. Foster rises from his chair, holding his hand out to assist me. He doesn’t let go as we head back to the villa. It is perfect timing on our part since a knock at the front door comes as we step through the sliders.
“Cover yourself. I’m not sharing any part of you.”
I laugh disbelievingly as I grab his bathrobe from the wicker chair and put it on. Just as he opens the door, I tie the sash. The waiter is young and handsome, dressed in the same white uniform as the rest of the staff. He wheels the cart inside and smiles at me. Foster shoots daggers at him, then hustles the man out of the villa as fast as he arrived.
“Oh my God, do you have a jealous streak?”
“Now that I’m in love with you, I do. You’re mine, Paige.”
I shake my head. “How can I with this monster rock you have on my finger?” I twist it and start to take it off to look at the white lines under the bands.
“Don’t take them off,” he orders, his voice serious.
“Yes, master,” I replied incredulously.
“I’ve had just about enough of you today,” he snaps. “You’re making me hard.”
At his words, I frantically untie the robe and let it drop to the bamboo floor. “Then fuck it out of your system. Fuck me.” I stare challengingly at him because I want him too. My lower belly is clenched so hard that I’m dying for relief from the throbbing between my legs.
“I’m not giving you what you want,” he denies.
“But, this is for you!” I exclaim.
Foster takes a step toward me, reaching out to flick his finger over my peaked nipples. “Is it? You’re just as aroused as I am.”
“Call it mutual gratification.”
