Her naked body, with curves in all the right places, moves effortlessly, and when she reaches back to cup my balls, I know it’s over for me.

The room spins.

The stars explode.

I come hard and fast, anchoring myself with Maggie, her hips gripped tightly in my grasp as she grinds and pushes against me, succumbing to her own climax.

“Hell, yeah,” she pants and then chuckles breathlessly as she stares down at me. “The sex is just so good with you. You’ve ruined me for all others.”

Good.

“I’m not sorry.”

She grins and pulls off me, then pads into the bathroom, her naked ass moving back and forth with each step.

I’ve always been an ass man.

“I want ice cream,” she calls out from the bathroom. I can hear water running, then it shuts off, and she walks out again, not at all shy in her nakedness. “And that walk on the beach.”

“In that order?”

“In any order.” She sits next to me and pushes her hand through my hair. “I feel better.”

“Good.” I grasp that hand in mine and kiss it. “Let’s go get that ice cream and then walk on the beach with it.”

“Okay.” But before she leaves me to get dressed, she leans in and presses her lips to mine in a soft kiss. “But I want two scoops.”

“Greedy girl.”

The room is cast in that soft, blue-gray hue of early morning. The sun isn’t up yet, but it won’t be long before it makes an appearance.

I glance to my right and frown when I find the bed empty. A quick brush with my hand tells me that Maggie’s been out of it for a while.

The sheets are cool.

I sit up and brush my hands over my face, then visit the restroom before taking off through the suite, looking for her.

To my dismay, she isn’t here.

I prop my hands on my hips and glance out the window, seeing a single person walking on the sand.

Maggie.

I’d recognize her red hair anywhere.

I hurry to dress and make my way downstairs and through the breezeway of the resort that leads to the beach.

Maggie’s about a quarter of a mile away wearing a flowy, white dress that floats in the wind. Her loose hair gets caught by the breeze, and she doesn’t reach up to tame it.

She’s clearly lost in thought.

By the time I reach her, she’s turned to the surf and sits her cute butt in the white sand.

I sit next to her, and she reaches out for my hand, linking our fingers. We sit that way for a long time. No words, just the sound of waves and tropical birds.

After what seems like ten minutes, Maggie begins to speak.