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would survive living in a colder environment like California or Oregon. They were spoiled with humidity and warmth.
    When they returned to shore, they grabbed their things and left the boat. On the drive back to the hotel neither one of them said anything. Coen was still slightly annoyed with Sydney for being such a daredevil but he kept his silence.
    Once they were in the room, Sydney headed into the shower. Coen joined her, eager to wash the salt water out of his hair. Sydney leaned her head back under the water and closed her eyes.
    Coen looked down, noticing her voluptuous breasts and hourglass waist. His cock was hard instantly.
    Sydney washed her hair and massaged her scalp. Then she turned around, showing him her ass.
    Coen squirted shampoo into his hand then rubbed it into her skin, lathering her flesh. He massaged his fingers into her muscle, relaxing her. He towered over her, his chin touching the top of her head. “You owe me good sex.”
    She flinched. “I owe you good sex?”
    “I took you on this amazing honeymoon and you’ve been pissing me off for most of it. Yes, you owe me.”
    She turned around and glared at him. “I don’t owe you anything.”
    “Either give me what I want or I’ll take it.” The threat burned in his eyes.
    She turned off the water then stepped out. “Forget it.” She walked out and shut the door.
    Coen smirked then dried himself off. Then he walked into the bedroom, completely naked.
    Sydney had the towel wrapped around her torso and she was running her fingers through her hair, trying to dry it. She sat on the bed, her feet on the floor.
    Coen stood in front of her, staring her down.
    “I think I want to get another tattoo,” she said.
    “Of what?” he asked, intrigued.
    “A sunfish. Maybe on my ribs.”
    Coen kneeled down in front of her and lifted up her towel. “How about here?” He kissed the hip opposite of the one with the seahorse on it. His tongue touched her gently before he pulled away.
    The desire moved into her eyes but then vanished just as quickly. “Not enough room.”
    He moved between her legs, still on his knees. Then he pulled her towel down then kissed the valley between her breasts, breathing deeply. “Here?”
    “It wouldn’t fit.” Her voice was a little quieter. The anger seemed to be gone.
    He gently pushed her back onto the bed then moved his mouth to the area between her legs. He gave her a few gentle kisses then sucked. “How about here?”
    Sydney moaned incoherently.
    Coen moved her further up the bed then lay on his back. “You owe me.”
    She glared at him. “You think you can just turn me on and get your way?”
    He propped himself on the pillows then put his hands behind his head. “Yep.”
    She sighed then glanced down to his cock, which was lying against his stomach.
    It twitched slightly, inviting her to him.
    She straddled his hips then gripped his shoulders.
    He smirked, knowing he was victorious. “I deserve something good after the hell you put me through this week.”
    “Hell? Our honeymoon has been hell?”
    “No, just you.” He pulled her waist closer to him, his cock touching her folds.
    “You really shouldn’t talk like that if you want to get laid.”
    “You really shouldn’t piss off the man that worked his ass off to get you here.” He pushed his head inside her, making her breath hitch slightly. “Now fuck me the way I like.”
    Feeling him inside her distracted her thoughts. Even though he was a cocky asshole she couldn’t deny her attraction to him. Somehow their constant arguments and his attitude made her more drawn to him. She moved him all the way inside and watched Coen’s face change.
    He moaned quietly, deep in his throat when he felt her completely. “Just like that.”
    She gripped his shoulders then moved up and down.
    “Slow. I want this to last as long as possible.”
    She used her ass and thighs to move up and down, using his shoulders for balance. Coen kept his hands behind his head