I look to my left then my right and notice the rest of the villas are empty. For our honeymoon, he flew us to Mahé, Seychelles. It’s a private island off East Africa. I told Gunner I wanted to go to a place away from people, secluded, and he surprised me here a few days ago.

“Fine,” I murmur as my cheeks heat up, and I pull the thin, see-through gown over my head, tossing it to the concrete ground. My nipples pebble from the cool breeze and Gunner pats his thigh as I wrap my arms around my waist like I’m shielding it and sit in his lap, facing him. I feel his erection digging in my thigh.

“Why are we being nudists at this very moment?”

“To get you out of your comfort zone.”

“That seems to be the highlight of the week. You made me swim naked in the cold ocean yesterday, and the day before we had sex on the beach.” I was so worried that we would get caught by someone.

I stare at the breathtaking view, crystal-clear sea, and half-crescent moon. The sky is pitch-black and the ocean tide beats against the black rocks. Salty air assaults my nostrils.

I feel his fingers trail to the scars on my stomach. He cups my breasts; he traces his lips over my right ear, and I suck in an audible breath.

“Repeat after me. ‘I love my body, and it’s beautiful,’” he murmurs against my earlobe then bites down on it.

“I don’t want to repeat it,” I whine, folding my arms across my chest, pouting.

“Until you learn to love yourself and stop bitching about how you don’t like it, that’s your punishment. Now, repeat it.” He continues gently pulling on my nipples.

“Butthole.” I roll my eyes. “I love my body and it’s beautiful.”

He bites my ear again. “Good girl, now say ‘I love Gunner’s giant dick.’”

“Really? You want me to say that?”

“You’ll actually mean it now.”

I shake my head at his words, and my mind flashes to the day we were at the diner in Atlanta when he told me to write that on his picture. “Fine. I love Gunner’s giant penis.”

We spend the next five minutes making out like two horny teenagers, then he scoops me up by my butt cheeks and I wrap my arms and legs around his body. He sends my libido into overdrive.

“You have to repeat ‘I’m beautiful’ until we make it to the bed.”

And I do what he says, then he lays me on the white silk sheets.

“You can’t ask me to walk around naked when Cora’s around.”

“No, but you’ll start sleeping naked and I’ll make sure you tell yourself you’re beautiful every day.”

I kiss the bridge of his nose.