by Vivian Gray
I stopped him in the hallway on more than one occasion, pulled down his pants, and sucked him off. We barely left the house except to have sex on the private beach, sand wedging itself into all manner of unspeakable places, and to eat food.
“Thank God we own this place,” I said on our last day there. “I didn’t get to see any of the island.”
Jasper laughed and popped a ripe strawberry into his mouth. “Yeah, we were a little preoccupied. We’ll have to bring Rod with us next time. That way we won’t be able to hide in our bedroom all day.”
“That would be fun,” I said, running a hand across his toned chest. “Though, I don’t mind hiding in our bedroom all day.”
I looked up at him. At his sharp profile and bright blue eyes. At the strand of dark hair that curled in the humidity, making him look like a dark James Dean. And I realized, not for the first or last time, how lucky I was. Jasper was mine.
Jasper swept my hair behind my ear and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Luckily, we have plenty of time for both.”
THE END
