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and Grant from Tina and the rest of the crew was extremely thin. Shit!
    But as he began to fuck her with his tongue, darting it in and out as if it was his cock, she quickly forgot about everything else, as her body began to tremble, stiffen and then just when she thought she couldn't take a moment more of the intense pleasure he was bringing her, she screamed out her release, her juices rushing from her to greet his prodding tongue. It felt as though every muscle in her body were made of jelly as the last of the tremors that had overtaken her completed.
    Grant slowly got to his feet, bent over and ghosted his lips against her. His lips tasted of berries, champagne and her. An enticing combination.
    Nikki smiled up at him, her eyes capturing his. Slipping a hand around his neck, she pulled him down for another soft kiss. "You realize my seat is now covered in champagne and.... ummmm .... us."
    Grant chuckled softly against her lips, his eye twinkling with amusement. "We can clean it up."
    "And I smell like I've just been on a bender."
    Chuckling a little louder, Grant scooped her up into his arms and held her tight to his chest as he straightened up. "Nah, you look like you've been good and fucked."
    "Great." Nikki groaned and rolled her eyes at him, causing him to laugh a little louder. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he made his way with her held tightly in his arms across the cabin, towards the bathroom.
    "You're nothing but trouble, you know that, Grant Rivers?"
    "You think?"
    "Hmmm. Good thing I like bad boys."

    ****

    Over twenty hours and one stop later Nikki found herself walking through the airport, jetlagged but excited to finally be there. In nine hours she'd finally be marrying the man of her dreams and she still couldn't quite believe it.
    "Come on. There's a car waiting for us outside the airport."
    As they exited the airport, pulling their luggage behind them, Nikki found herself giddy with excitement. "So where are we?" Palm trees lined the streets, the weather was almost suffocating, it was so warm and the skies were clearer than she had ever seen them. She loved the tranquil vibe that came from the area and the people moving around her. Everyone just seemed... happy. Or perhaps it was just her mood that made everything around her seem more spectacular than it actually was; either way she loved it.
    Grant led her to a black BMW parked at the curb with a tall, slender black man standing beside it in a formal looking white uniform. The brim of his white hat read The Escape Resort in bold black letters.
    "Mr Rivers?" the chauffeur asked with a faint French accent.
    Grant nodded.
    "Welcome to Mauritius, Sir and Madam. I'll take your bags."
    Mauritius? The name sounded familiar... Nikki growled at herself for not paying more attention in high school geography class.
    "We're on an island a little south east of Africa," Grant explained with a nonchalant shrug, as he ushered her into the car.
    Wow! As she slid onto the car seat and scooted over to make room for Grant, excitement rushed through her. She'd never been to this part of the world before. Perhaps to Grant it was no big deal, but to her... This was as exciting as it got.
    Grant slipped in beside her and the driver closed the door after him, and then proceeded to store their luggage in the trunk.
    A sad realization came over her as she looked over at Grant who had his eyes focused on something out of the side window. "You're going to miss fieldwork aren't you?"
    Catching her gaze, he took her hand in his, flipped it over, kissed her palm and gave his head a slight shake. "No. I've spent a lot of time in the field. It's time for me to settle down." He glanced down at her belly and then back up to meet her gaze. "I made a promise to both of you-"
    Nikki opened her mouth to protest, but he put up a finger to silence her.
    "I don't want to be a father that's never around. I may not have known my real father as a child, but I'll be here for you and for ours. I can't