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  The bartender handed me my drink, saying something I couldn’t quite hear but I smiled at him in thanks, turning away, sipping my drink as I walked back to my bungalow to get ready.

  Walking up the pier toward my bungalow, I noticed the small shack between Sterling and my bungalows was open, the blinds were open, and a man stood inside, smiling. “Would you like a drink?” he asked.

  I held up my green cocktail. “Another one of these?” I emptied the rest of the contents into my mouth and swallowed.

  “Sure thing,” he replied, with a smile. He made the drink quickly, set it down on the bar, and I grabbed it, walking inside my bungalow, closing the door behind me. I pulled my sandals off at the door, walking through my bedroom and straight into the bathroom to get ready.

  I washed the sand from my hair and body, washing my hair with a coconut smelling shampoo and conditioner. I blow dried my hair into waves, applied makeup and got dressed. I decided to wear a matching co-ord. The crop top covered my boobs and ended at the top of my ribs, just under my breasts and the sleeves hung low of the shoulder, the skirt was a sarong, it didn’t look like it once it was tied though, and a slit ran up and across my body to my hip, tying into a bow behind my back. The top and skirt were both white and had long pink and gold palm leaves print. It was cute. I added a simple necklace, pulling my white pumps on from the closet. My makeup was simple.

  A knock sounded at my front door, I grabbed my clutch, taking a deep steadying breath as I opened the door. Sterling stood at my door with a single red rose, he handed it to me, my breath caught in my throat as I eyed it, taking it from him. “Thanks,” I breathed, placing the rose on the table, turning to look at Sterling. He had jeans on and a button-up blue shirt, the sleeves folded up over his forearms.

  “You look so beautiful,” Sterling told me, sounding a little breathlessly.

  I smiled up at him, warmth flooding my cheeks. “Thank you. You look great.”

  He smiled down at me, nodding towards the pier. “Come on.”

  I locked the door and pulled it closed, putting my key in my clutch, we walked along the pier in silence, people were either in their bungalows or out partying, too busy to even pay us attention. When we got to the edge of the pier and walked along the sand, my heels kept sinking deep into the sand. “Fuck,” I muttered, trying to walk on the tips of my shoes, without falling over. Sterling offered me his arm, so I could hold onto it as we walked across the sand, and I held onto him tightly, giving him a small smile. “Thanks.”

  I still couldn’t believe he was taking me on a date and my heart sang with happiness in my chest. When we stepped out onto the grass, I let go of his arm with a relieved sigh as I could walk normally.

  “Did you have fun today?” Sterling asked, his brows raised.

  “I did,” I told him. “Anna and I set Sophia up with Nic. It must be going well because I haven’t seen them since they took off. We also beat the boys in a game of Volleyball.”

  Sterling laughed, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. “That would’ve been great to see,” he smirked.

  I laughed. “It was brilliant.”

  We walked into the restaurant that looked out over the water. A man stood out the front. “Table for two?” he asked.

  “Yes,” Sterling replied. “Can we have somewhere a little more private?” He eyed me from the corner of his eye, like he thought I may have a problem, but I understood why. If anybody had caught us here together on a date, it wouldn’t have been good. It was amazing that he was risking it anyway, I smiled up at him.

  “Right this way,” the man replied, turning on his heel as he led us through the back of the restaurant and outside onto the deck, towards a table that sat at the far end, twinkling lights dimly lit the space, giving it a romantic feel.

  Sterling pulled my chair out for me like a gentleman and I sat down, our legs touching underneath the table. “I will let your waiter know where you are.” The man turned around and walked away.

  “This is really nice,” I told him, amazement filling my voice as I looked around. The twinkling lights lit up the clear blue water. Sterling sat across from me with a smile, his body angled into me as he leaned forward in his seat.

  “It is,” he commented, not taking his eyes off me.

  Music played over the speakers, a waiter walked over to us, handing out menus. “I will be your waiter for this evening,” he stated. I looked down at the menu. “Are there any drinks I can get you?” he asked.

  “I’ll just get a whisky and coke,” Sterling replied.

  My lips pursed. “I’ll get the vodka watermelon cocktail,” I answered, looking up at him with a smile.

  “I’ll get those for you while you look over the menu,” he replied, turning and walking away.

  I bit my lip looking down at the menu. “What are you getting?” I asked.

  He chuckled. “I heard they do a really good seafood, so I was thinking that” he replied, his eyes glinted with amusement. “What did you want?”

  “I want the seafood basket,” I replied with a laugh. “Also, oysters.” I gave him a hopeful look from above my menu.

  “You can have whatever you want,” he smirked, looking at me.

  “Here are you’re drinks,” the waiter said, placing our drinks in front of us. “Have you decided on what to order?”

  Sterling put the menu on the table, I placed mine on top. “We’ll both have the seafood salad and some oysters for the lady,” he told the waiter, who put our orders into his device. “And a slice of chocolate cake, and can you bring it out with the main course?”

  I blushed, looking up at Sterling, realising he had remembered my love for dipping my fries in chocolate frosting. The waiter looked up surprised at the request. “Will that be all?”

  “Yes, please,” Sterling replied, with a smile.

  “That shouldn’t be too long,” the waiter replied, turning to leave and serve other people.

  Turning back to Sterling, I pursed my lips. “What did you do today?” I asked, leaning over the table, taking a sip of my drink. It was delicious. The watermelon mixed in with the vodka.

  He shrugged. “I did a bit of reading, put sunscreen on a beautiful woman’s back.” A small smile playing at the corner of his lips.

  My heart skipped a beat, and I raised my eyebrows at him. “Who else did you put sunscreen on?” I accused mockingly.

  He laughed. “There was only you.”

  I ran my smooth leg up his pant leg, he smiled down at me, I took another sip from my drink just as the waiter came with our food. “Here you go.” He set our food down in front of us, the chocolate cake in the middle beside the oysters. “Let me know if you need anything else.” He left.

  Grabbing a chip, I dipped it into the chocolate icing, shoving it in my mouth, taking an oyster from the plate, using the mini fork they put beside it to put the oyster in my mouth. I moaned, licking my lips. “That’s so good,” I told Sterling.

  Sterlin chuckled. “That’s good,” he replied, shoving a chip in his mouth and chewing.

  We ate in silence. The seafood basket really was good, I nibbled on fish bites, squid rings, seafood sticks, chips and crab bites. When I finished, I was well and truly full, the waiter grabbed our empty plates, and left.

  I sipped on my drink, Sterling drank his. We sat in silence, just soaking up each other’s company. “Let’s go for a walk,” Sterling suggested, placing his empty glass down.

  Gulping down the last of my drink, I stood. “Yeah.”

  Sterling walked to the front desk, paid for our food and drinks, and we left the restaurant, walking along the sandy beach. I paused to slip my shoes off, Sterling waited for me, chuckling. We walked along the sand, my leg stepping out of the slit as we walked, Sterling eyed me, and I looked straight back at him, an expectant energy sizzled between us. I looked up at the stars, finding them winking at me.

  “Did you have a nice time?” Sterling asked, his voice low.

  “I did,” I told
him, licking my lips, still tasting the watermelon and vodka cocktail.

  “We should do it again,” he spoke softly.

  I glanced up at him in shock as we walked. “Only if you want to,” I told him, feeling a little unsure and biting my lip.

  “Of course, I do,” he replied, his voice mixed with emotion.

  Sterling’s strong hands grabbed me, turning me to face him, he pressed his lips to mine softly. I kissed him back, our kiss was sweet and full of passion at the same time. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as his arms wound around my waist and we kissed under moonlight and beneath the stars. He pulled back. “It’s getting late,” he told me. “I should take you back.”

  I sighed, feeling slightly disappointed our date was coming to an end. “Okay.” His arm wound around my waist as we walked to the bungalows. Once we were on the pier and under the lights, he let go, walking me to my bungalow, and I turned to face him. “I had a great time.”

  He smiled. “Me too,” he whispered, looking around quickly, stepping forward and his warm lips pressed against my cheek, I sunk into it, revelling in the way his soft lips felt against my flesh. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight,” I breathed. He turned away, heading into his bungalow, I unlocked my door and stepped inside, kicking the door shut behind me, walking into the bedroom, pulling at the ribbon, letting the skirt fall off my, pulling the crop top off, taking off my underwear and pulled on my tiny red swimsuit. I couldn’t stop thinking about my kiss with Sterling, I wanted to kiss him again. Our date was so perfect.

  I walked to the bar outside my room. “Two shots and a vodka soda please,” I told the bartender.

  He lined up two shot glasses, pouring clear liquid into each one, pouring vodka and soda into a glass filled with ice, putting a straw in it. I grabbed the first shot, tilted my head back, the liquid spilled into my mouth and down my throat and I swallowed, it burned my throat on the way down. I put the shot glass down, grabbing the next one and swallowing it like the first one, I put the shot glass down and grabbed the vodka soda. “Thanks.”

  I walked back into my bungalow, shutting and locking the door behind me, stepping out onto the deck, looking over at Sterling’s bungalow as I sat down in the spa, sipping my vodka, turning the dials so the water bubbled. A light was on in the bedroom of his bungalow, the sound of running water came from his bathroom.

  Heat flooded through my body as I thought about the kiss Sterling and I shared, and the way he kissed my cheek goodnight, our kiss was sweet and slow unlike our previous fiery kisses that were filled with a demanding heat.

  I gulped my drink, sitting there for about ten minutes, an overwhelming urge to go to him became increasingly difficult to deny. Turning off the jets, I sculled the rest of my drink, putting it on the table, then climbed down the ladder.

  The water was warm as I dropped down into it, and it felt amazing against my burning skin. I glanced up at the stars as I felt them urging me on towards Sterling’s bungalow, swimming to his ladder, my hair dripping wet in a mass of inky black surrounding me, reflecting the light of the moon, giving it a silver sheen.

  I pulled myself up the first wrung, then to the next, and all the way to the top, walking over to the pocket sliding door that led to the loungeroom, he wasn’t there, I crept towards the bedroom, he lay on his bed, a book propped up, reading intently, he was shirtless and was only wearing black sweats. I knocked on the side of the bungalow.

  He jumped, his eyes widening in alarm, then he spotted me, and his mouth opened, his eyes ran up and down over me. Drinking in my appearance, from the tiny red swim top with a hole between my breasts that showed off my cleavage, down my wet body to my bikini bottoms, my long legs and back up to my face. He put his book down, standing up to walk over to where I stood. “What are you doing here?” he asked,

  I gulped, my mouth parted as I took in a deep breath. “I needed to see you.”

  He took in my appearance again, a smile forming over his lips, as his eyes glazed over, and he licked his lips. That is probably just how I looked this morning when he swam over to my bungalow. “I’m glad,” he told me. “I was fighting the urge to go to you.”

  I gave him a cheeky, smile, turning around so he could see my ass, in my brazilian bikini bottoms, he sighed as his eyes looked down to my bum as I strutted over to his spa. “Are you coming?” I asked, stepping down into the water.

  He turned away and a moment later he reappeared in board shorts, with two drinks in hand, stepping down into the spa, sitting down across from me. I leaned over him, turning the nozzle and bubbles rose to the surface as the water started to heat. He passed me a drink and I took a sip. It was a vodka soda, I sighed as the drink hit my lips, we just looked at each other drinking until our glasses were empty. I put my glass down on the edge, far enough away I wouldn’t accidentally knock it.

  Looking between his lips and eyes, I licked my lips, deciding right then I was going to kiss him, which happened to be the moment he decided to kiss me. He stood up and reached over as I stepped forward, pulling me towards him as he leant down and kissed me. I kissed him back, our lips moved slowly against each other, but the longer we kissed the more it developed in intensity.

  He pulled me against his body, his kiss heated with passion, pulling me down on top of him. I felt every inch of him hardened beneath my thighs through our thin layer of clothes and gasped in pleasure as heat travelled through my body and made its way between my legs, an urgency and need coiling in my stomach. He seemed to feel it too, as he pulled me flush up against his, I ground myself against him, a need deep inside my body.

  I gasped as he groaned, gripping my waist even tighter, so I was even closer to him. I ground against him in slow circles, his arm tightened around me, as the urgency in his kiss became feverish, lust building its way between.

  He pulled back, slightly, resting his forehead against mine. “Are you sure?” he asked. We both knew what he was asking, he wanted to know if I really wanted to take this further.

  “Yes,” I murmured against his lips, moaning as I ground against him, he groaned in response.

  His mouth met mine with an urgency and fierceness. He gripped me to him, turning the nozzle so the bubbles stopped, standing up as he walked to his room, gently laying me down on the bed, my head dropping into the pillow as he leaned over me to kiss me, his body hovering over mine. My hands travelled up his muscular body, and around the back of his neck, pulling him down on top of me, wrapping my legs around his waist, kissing him urgently as I wriggled beneath him, eliciting a moan from him. He pulled back slightly, looking at me in a question. “Are you sure?” he asked, double checking.

  “Sterling, I’m sure,” I begged, hoping he’d listen to me.

  That’s when he gave in, I could see it in his face as he pulled my bikini top off, throwing it the ground, he leaned back down to look at me, his hands roaming up my sides, his mouth returned to mine as he kissed me.

  His hand cupped my breasts, and he twirled my nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. Pleasure filled my body, and I ground into him needing to feel more of him against me. He pulled out of our kiss and placed a kiss on my nose, my cheeks, forehead, then trailed kisses down my neck, where he sucked and licked, leaving a hickey on my neck, then continued down my body, his tongue ran over my hardened nipple, rolling it around with his tongue, trailing kisses to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I moaned in delight.

  He trailed more kisses down my body, over my stomach and to the waistband of my bikini bottoms, putting his hands on either side, looking up at me as he tugged them gently. I arched my body in the air and he took them off, tossing them over his shoulder, then turned back towards me.

  His eyes ran up and down my naked body, his breathing coming in pants as he admired me, he continued kissing his way down my stomach, down my thigh where he licked and sucked at it, leaving another hickey there, he pulled my leg over his shoulder adding another hickey on the inside of my thigh, continuing to t
rail kisses up to my centre, he looked up at me and licked upwards, firmly. I moaned as pleasure radiated from the sweet spot between my thighs, he licked me again, eliciting another moan.

  He swirled my tiny bud with his tongue, groaning, as I cried out in pleasure, my hand gripping the sheets beside my head. His hands slid up my thighs, and he pushed a finger inside me, where I needed him most, pulling out slow and pushing back in at an agonisingly slow pace, he pushed another finger inside. I cried out as my thighs began to shake from the increasing pressure building in my body, begging for release.

  His fingers pumped in and out faster as his tongue swirled around quicker, teasing me, then all of a sudden he slowed down, my body clenched down on him as I cried out in relief, and hit my orgasm, my body convulsing, and he kept pressing on, riding me out through my high.

  “Sterling,” I gasped. “I need you.”

  That was all it took for him to lose control, his boardshorts were gone in an instant, and he moved up the length of my body, kissing me gently as he pulled my leg up and around his waist, he pulled back slightly and I every inch of him. He was big.

  He guided himself into my centre, we fit together perfectly, we both moaned as he filled me completely, I felt like I was going to explode from pressure, he pulled back out slowly, pushing back in at an agonisingly slow pace, causing me to gasp. I met his thrusts, as we lay combined together in a mass on his bed, he pulled back out slowly and eased back in.

  “Faster,” I moaned in a whisper, pulling away from his sweet kiss, biting his earlobe.

  He grunted, pulling out much quicker, then slamming back into me just as quick. “Ah!” I moaned, my voice going up an octave. He lost all control and pounded into me, the bed rocking with every thrust, my nails raked up along his spine, he moaned against my shoulder. I leaned up into him, biting his shoulder and he groaned.

  He clenched the sheets beside my head, trying to hold himself together as we both teetered on the edge, his movements slowed and it suddenly felt like we were making love, not just fucking. My body clenched around him and he groaned in pleasure, I cried out in pleasure as my body released, Sterling trembled as my orgasm sent him over the edge and into his own, he slumped against me, breathing heavily in my ear as his hips locked into mine, as he spilled inside me.