Her body still felt flushed and relaxed from that second orgasm, and she crossed her ankles as she leaned over the railing, in her dress but with nothing underneath it. “I am thirsty, but minibars are notoriously expensive, Damien. I’d feel guilty drinking an eight-dollar bottle of water, even if work is paying for it.”

“The minibar is free, Mandy. The trip is all-inclusive, which includes the minibar.”

That got her attention. “You must be joking.”

“No.”

“Damn, I’ve been ignoring that bag of chocies then for no reason. You’d better bring them to me, quick.”

“Chocies?”

“The chocolates.” Mandy pulled back a little, away from the railing bar pressing her stomach. She knew the baby was nicely cushioned, but she still rubbed a protective hand over the bump. “I’ve been eyeing them for two days, telling myself that since they probably cost twelve dollars and my backside doesn’t need chocolate anyway, I should resist them. But forget it now, I want them.”

She’d hardly gained any weight, thanks to the morning sickness. One little bag of chocolates wouldn’t hurt. They weren’t bad for the baby, just not good for the baby. And she was on holiday and entitled to indulge.

Damien reappeared with water and the chocolates. She was definitely indulging, and in more than the chocolates.

Strange, she didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty or ashamed of herself on either account.

He sat down on the plastic deck chair and popped the top off one of the waters. He handed it to her, then opened the little box of chocolates and held them out for her to make a selection.

She took one that looked like a caramel filled and settled into the chair next to him, scooting it closer so she could rest her feet on his thighs. “Do you mind?” she asked, licking the edge of the chocolate.

Shaking his head, he dropped his hand on her ankle, caressing her bare skin. Making sure her dress was tucked under her so she wasn’t flashing Damien or anyone walking by on the path below, she sighed and relaxed back into her chair.

“Comfy?” he asked. His pants were still cuffed a little from their walk on the beach, and he looked sexy and rumpled, his bare chest gleaming a bit in the muted shadows of the balcony.

“Very comfy. I feel boneless.” She popped the whole candy in her mouth and closed her eyes in appreciation. “Oh, that’s good.”

He was massaging the bottom of her foot, and Mandy decided nothing could get better than this. A half-naked, gorgeous man rubbing her feet while she floated in chocolate and post-orgasm endorphins. “How about you? Are you comfy?” she murmured, her voice sounding throaty and sensual even to her own ears.

“Very.” His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were serious. “I haven’t been this relaxed in a long time.”