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is over, however, I glance into his eyes and I see his desire for me is back and smoldering.  
    I’m not the only one wanting to make up for time spent in celibacy.
    Remembering his earlier question, I place my hand behind his neck and draw his head low, my lips at his ear. “Now I’m wet.”
    I hear his breath hiss as he inhales and smile when he purposefully turns me to leave the dance floor. The hotel and suite are all-inclusive so there’s no need to go back to the table.
    The beach is dark and quiet as we make our way outside the restaurant, and I wonder if he’s going to lead me in that direction. I have no desire for sand in any uncomfortable places and without a blanket or towel...  
    But Sean has different ideas. As we walk along the paths leading back toward our building, he tugs me into the shadows. He kisses me until I’m breathless, slides his hands beneath my skirt and rubs a hand through my pubic hair, into my softness. I barely manage to moan before he urges me to continue on, every step I take a moist, teasing reminder of where his hand has just been.
    I see another shadowy spot up ahead of us and I can’t wait to get there. To discover what Sean will do next. Finally we’re there and he presses me up against a pole and orders me to stay still with a whisper before he kneels and pretends to tie his shoe. A hotel employee hurries by, not even glancing in our direction.
    Sean looks around once more and then bunches my skirt in one hand, pulling it out of the way, high enough that he can bury his mouth into me. He uses his other hand to spread me wide, his tongue flicking over me three wonderful, too-quick times before he pulls away and straightens as though he hasn’t just tongued me.
    I’m trembling now. My legs have the strength of cooked noodles and all I want to do is find a lounge chair somewhere and let Sean have his way. But there aren’t any more shadowy, private spots on the way to our building. The elevator ride is torturous, with two elderly couples chatting away about their grandchildren. Sean stands behind me and all I can think about is what we are going to do when we get to our room. I feel his arousal against my hips and decide two can play his game.  
    Facing forward, I put my hands behind my back and lean into him, wrapping my fingers around the bulge in his pants. His hands are on my shoulders and they tighten, not enough to hurt me but enough to let me know I’ve got his attention.
    I squeeze him, rub my nail against the seam of his crotch. I love the way he inhales but doesn’t exhale. The elevator stops and one couple gets off on their floor, but the other remains. I glance up at Sean and smile, but the look in his eyes promises a punishment of some sort.  
    I can’t wait.
    The second the other couple steps off the elevator Sean whirls me around and lifts me onto my toes for a blazing kiss. I vaguely hear the doors close, have the awareness of moving, and then Sean nudges me backwards, into the hallway, before he turns me around and marches me toward our room with a swat to my behind. I glare at him over my shoulder, grab the keycard from his hand and take off running as fast one can in four-inch heels. Sean can easily catch me, I know this, but he plays the game, lets me get to the door and dart inside as though truly managing to escape, before he catches the paneled wood at the last second and enters the darkened suite behind me.
    I back up, slowly, laughing and flustered, hands in front of me like that can stop him. Like I want to stop him. But Sean matches me step for step, all the way to the balcony doors he left open earlier.  
    “Turn around.”
    His hands are on my waist, positioning me so that I face the ocean. We are high enough up that the lights on the hotel grounds doesn’t reach us, but even though every balcony is walled on both sides for privacy, anyone could be sitting on the other side. Listening. If they lean far enough over the balcony, they might