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and just watched her, enjoying the sight of her bouncing up and down.
    “Thanks for taking me here.” She breathed heavily while she took him over and over.
    He watched her breasts shake while she moved up and down. “You’re very welcome.” Unable to keep his hands off her, he gripped her hips and moved her up and down. “Fuck, you feel good.”
    “Does that mean you forgive me for being reckless?”
    “I’ll let you know when I’m done.”
    Her nails dug into the muscle of his shoulders while she sheathed him over and over. She bit her lip when she felt the tenderness between her legs. She started to pant, spiraling out of control. Coen pressed his thumb to her clitoris, rubbing it in a circular motion. He gave her the extra push she needed. Then she rode him hard, hitting her climax.
    Coen’s eyes darkened while he stared at her. His fingers dug into her hips then he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. He loved her body, found every inch perfect and sexy. He leaned his head back when he felt the heat deep in his groin. Then he pressed his mouth to hers and exploded. He breathed hard, feeling himself crumble. He filled his wife, loving every second of it. When he was finished, she stopped.
    “So, you forgive me?” she asked, breathing hard.
    He was a little winded. “Hmm?”
    She smirked. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
     
    When they got off the plane, Sydney was depressed.
    “I don’t want to go home,” she said sadly.
    “I know, seahorse. But our vacation had to end sometime.”
    “At least we got some really great pictures.”
    “And survived.”
    They got into the Jeep then headed back to the shack, enjoying the silence. Coen turned on the radio and they drove with the top down. He wore his sunglasses while Sydney looked through the pictures on her camera.
    When Coen pulled up to the house, Sydney saw the line of cars. “Are we having company?”
    He shrugged. “We might be having a BBQ.”
    She smiled. “I guess I’m not so depressed anymore.”
    He smirked. “That’s what I was hoping for.” He parked the car then carried their bags inside.
    “Welcome home!” Ren held the banner above her head. It read CONGRATULATIONS.
    “Congratulations for what?” Coen asked. “For fucking my wife on our honeymoon? Because I was fucking her far before that.”
    Sydney hit his arm. “Could you be a little more PG around our friends?”
    “Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “I made love to my wife far before that.”
    “That’s not what I meant,” Sydney said.
    “Then what did you mean?” he asked.
    “Just forget it.” She hugged Ren tightly. “Thanks for the surprise.”
    Henry clapped Coen on the shoulder. “Had a great time?”
    “Sydney wanted to swim with sharks the whole time. It wasn’t my idea of a relaxing vacation,” Coen said.
    Henry laughed. “That sounds about right.”
    Derek nudged Coen in the side. “Lots of honeymooning, tiger?”
    “Don’t ever call me tiger again,” Coen snapped. “People are going to think I’m married to Sydney as a cover up.”
    “Are you saying you aren’t?” Derek teased.
    Coen stared him down.
    “Anyway…” Derek walked away and grabbed a beer.
    Nancy hugged Sydney. “Was it wonderful?”
    “So wonderful,” Sydney said excitedly. “I have to show you all the pictures.”
    “I’d love to see them,” Nancy said.
    Thatcher hugged her. “Welcome home.”
    “Ugh.” Sydney made a face. “I wish we were still there.”
    “Well, I’m glad you’re having a great time,” Nancy said sarcastically.
    Thatcher moved to Coen. “Have a good time?”
    “The water was clearer than it is here,” Coen said. “It was pretty cool.”
    “You were on your honeymoon and that was when you had a good time?” Thatcher raised an eyebrow.
    “Do you want me to go into detail about my sex life?” Coen asked.
    “Not particularly…” Thatcher smirked.
    Henry grabbed Sydney’s camera. “I want to see these.”
    Sydney started to flip through