Текст книги "What Emma Craves"

Автор книги: Amanda Abbott

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“Gross!” Emma squealed, laughing. But Piper was right. The plan was to make Pete jealous of the attention she received from others, so he would notice her more, and these bottoms would do the trick. “I love it. They are ridiculously sexy.” She set the first pair down and unrolled the next bundle.

“No, dude, it’s you who is sexy,” Piper said. “Don’t forget it. The bikini bottoms only accentuate that. Your body is ridiculous from all that dancing. You’re going to turn heads like your ass is on fire, and guys and girls alike will be lined up waiting to put the flames out.”

Emma held the next pair up, and Gillian whistled low.

This pair was jet black, with tiny rhinestones decorating the fabric in front. The thong in back was so small, it almost disappeared. “Wow!” Emma exclaimed. “I can’t wait to try these on. I’m usually conservative in my swim attire. This is a whole new world for me.”

“I think Piper’s right,” Caroline said. “These are definitely going to turn heads. When everyone else is naked, this gives them something to look at.”

“Seriously,” Gillian said. “They are totally hot. It makes me want to get a few pairs.”

Emma unrolled the last one. It was bright scarlet. The back contained a little more fabric than the other two had.

“When it’s on,” Piper told her, “it’s supposed to look like there’s a heart nestled right above your ass. In front, there’s barely enough material to call it a bathing suit.”

“It’s incredible,” Emma said. “I’m in awe. I can’t wait to wear them all. Truly. Thank you for your generosity.”

Piper swished her hand. “I had fun picking them out, but you better take some sexy pictures when you’re in them. We all want to see you in action.”

Gillian got off her chair and walked over to her saddlebag, which was still on the island. She drew out a small, nicely wrapped box and tossed it to Emma as she strode back. Emma caught it like a pro. “This is just a little something from me,” Gillian said. “But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Emma was beyond curious as to what Gillian would pick out for her. “Once I’m done with this, it’s your turn, you know,” Emma told Gillian. “We haven’t forgotten that you effectively derailed the conversation. You’re going to have to give us something about your night, deal?”

“Deal,” Gillian agreed as she sat back down.

Emma unwrapped the package and pulled a soft leather harness out of the box. She held it up, and it looked like an X, with buckles on all four ends.

“I know you’re not into BDSM, but that”—Gillian gestured—“is hot. It binds you just enough, and if you’re willing to try it, it will give you tons of pleasure and a huge orgasm.”

“How do you use it?” Emma asked, shifting it around to examine it. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“How about I show you instead?” Gillian grinned as she stood.

“Okay.” Emma rose off the couch. She was in a sundress, her feet bare.

“Kneel down,” Gillian ordered as she took the harness out of Emma’s hands. Emma did as she was told. “Put your arms behind your back.”

Emma complied. Gillian’s voice had a commanding effect. Even if she wasn’t trying to sound like a Domme, she did. She felt Gillian’s hands on her ankles first and then her wrists. “Wow,” Emma said. She tried to move her wrists, but they were secured to her legs, which made it impossible. “This is intense.”

“Do you like it?” Gillian asked as she moved to stand in front of Emma.

“Yes,” Emma replied. “I think I do.”

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s hot,” Piper said. “Now what do you do?”

“It’s purely for control,” Gillian told them. “Emma can’t really move, but she’s comfortably confined. Pete can bend you backward or frontward and fuck you. You are forced to submit. But I’m thinking this would also be very hot for Pete to watch if you, say, wanted to fuck someone else in front of him. You told us how much of your time is spent on making sure Pete is happy, right?”

“Right,” Emma said a little hesitantly.

“So when you hit the Bahamas,” Gillian said, “make sure it’s your happy time. Do whatever you want and have a little fun. This”—she motioned to the harness—“is about as fun as you can get.”

“She’s right about that,” Caroline added. “You need to focus on you this trip. But I’m totally agreeing with everyone else.” She gestured to the harness. “That thing is completely sexy. I can imagine you in one of those bikini bottoms and Pete watching someone peel them off of you. I might just have to get one for myself. I’m getting hot and bothered just thinking about it.”

Piper laughed as she looked over at Caroline. “You’re such a horndog.”

Caroline nodded. “I carry that mantle with pride. I love trying new things. Emma, you’re going to have such a great time! I can see that already. Just remember, above all, have fun.”

“I will,” Emma replied. “I need this vacation. We need this. I want to shake things up, and what better way than trying something new?” She tried to move her arms again, to no avail. “This harness definitely qualifies as new. Gillian, I really do love it. It feels so…sexy. My adrenaline started racing the second the first cuff went on. You know”—she grinned at the girls—“I might not wait until vacation to use this one. I was a little tough on Pete the other night, and surprising him with this tonight when he gets home might be the perfect way to start our vacation out right.”

“That’s a great idea,” Piper said, then she focused on Gillian. “Okay, unbuckle her, and while you’re at it, tell us one sexy tidbit from your tryst.”

Gillian bent over to release Emma from the restraints. When she was done, she glanced up, grinning. “Here’s your tidbit. The sex was so good, I came ten times.”

7

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“Emma!” Pete called as he walked into the kitchen from the garage. It was only eleven thirty. He’d thought the girls might be here still, but when he’d pulled up, there had been no cars parked outside. The house was quiet and had already been cleaned up.

“Downstairs!” she answered.

His eyebrows shot up. Downstairs contained their Pleasure Palace and little else. She was either cleaning up because the girls had gone down there, or she was waiting for him. “Should I come down?” he said from the top of the steps. “Or are you coming up?”

“I’ll be up,” she said, “but not until I finish coming down here.”

He was hard instantly.

“I’ll be right down!” He shed his clothes in about seven seconds flat and walked down the carpeted stairs, stroking his cock. The anticipation of what she was up to made him shiver.

The lights had been turned down low.

“Glad you could make it.” Emma was situated in the middle of the room.

His mouth fell open.

She knelt on one of the platforms, totally naked, her hands behind her back. “Are you hooked into something?” he asked as he approached.

“I am,” she said. “It’s a new toy, given to me tonight by Gillian. She says it’s a control thing, and I wanted to try it out.”

“How long have you been strapped in?” He circled her slowly, grinning like a fool.

“It was a little tough getting the hands done myself, but Gillian showed me a trick before she left. I heard the garage door open, and that was my cue to buckle in.” She smiled coyly. “So are you going to come on here with me or what?”

“Oh, I’m going to come all over here. There’s no question about it.” Pete was mildly surprised at his wife’s demeanor change, but he wasn’t about to complain. He was going to take whatever he could get. “You look delectable kneeling there. How does this thing work?” He reached over and fingered the leather cuffs at her wrists as he climbed on the platform.

“I’m supposed to take it however you want to give it to me. It’s mild BDSM, but it’s working for me. My nipples have been aching since I buckled myself in,” she said.

“Well, then, I’m certainly going to start there.” They were on a circular piece of foam about the size of a twin bed but not as long. Pete gazed at Emma, his eyes roaming her body. She was perfection. Her skin was radiant, her breasts perfectly round with rosy nipples that jutted out deliciously, begging to be sucked.

He leaned over, placing his lips close, almost touching one of the pert pink tips. Instead of closing his mouth around it, he exhaled like he was blowing out a birthday candle.

“Oh,” Emma moaned, closing her eyes. “I think I’m going to like this. A lot. Not being able to move is making me wet.”

Pete glanced up. “So you’re telling me you want me to keep teasing you?”

“Yes, please,” she answered, her head tilting back toward the ceiling, her eyes still closed.

“It’ll be my absolute pleasure.” Pete leaned in again, this time placing the tip of his tongue on a nipple, lightly flicking, but refraining from lapping and sucking like he wanted to. He felt Emma humming with need. After a minute or so, he moved to the other one and did the same thing.

“Goodness.” Emma tried in vain to push her breasts closer to his mouth, but she could move forward only so much. “This is so intense. I just want you to suck them so bad!”

Pete lifted his head and saw her eyes pinned on him, the desire unmistakable. “Just wait until I do this to your sweet clit,” he murmured, deliberately teasing her some more.

“Oh, you wouldn’t do that to me.” Her breath came in short bursts. “That would be torture.”

“Yes, and that’s exactly what you signed up for when you buckled yourself into this harness. There’s no backing out now.” He adjusted his position, turning so he was on his back. Emma was on her knees and couldn’t move, so he lined his head up beneath her delectable pussy. Once he was in place, he used his fingers to carefully part her folds so he could see how wet she was. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding.” His dick throbbed in anticipation of sinking into her wetness. He licked the end of one of his fingers and placed the fingertip on her swollen bud, knowing it would be cool to the touch.

Emma bucked above him, her hips jerking. “Pete!” She panted, “I can’t…you have to put your tongue in there. I can’t stand it! Please. Eat me, suck me, fuck me, but do something! This is too much!” Her hips were rocking.

Pete chuckled. “It completely turns me on that you’re at your limit already.” This was new territory for both of them. They’d never really done any kind of BDSM before. But he couldn’t say he hated it. All the waiting was making his dick ache more than it ever had. Then when he was done torturing her for a while, he was going to relish fucking her even more.

He did as she asked, however, and ran his tongue over her core, flicking it back and forth over her wet clit.

“Ah!” Emma cried, her hips lowering, searching for his mouth. “More, more! I’m so close already. If you tongue me a little more, I can come.”

“Like this?” Pete ran his tongue in circles, one hand on his cock, stroking. Surprisingly, he was as close as she was.

“Yes!” she screamed as she ground down on his mouth, coming hard. “Fuck, yes!”

* * *

The orgasm had been big, even though there had barely been any touching. Emma was floored. How could that be?

“Holy fuck,” Pete said from beneath her, where he’d just licked every last drop of her dry. “I can’t believe you just came that hard from just the tip of my tongue. This is fantastic.”

“I can’t believe it either,” she said, still trying to calm down. Her thighs were quaking from the adrenaline rush. She still couldn’t move her legs or arms, and the ache in her nipples had morphed into full-on pain.

She needed them sucked.

And Emma wasn’t done coming.

Not by a long shot.

If she was this turned on, she usually had no problem coming multiple times, and tonight was definitely going to be one of those nights. “Pete, I need you to suck my aching nipples and fuck me, in that order.”

Pete edged out from under her. “You’re not supposed to be the one giving the orders, remember?” he chided her. “But after that orgasm, I’m up for whatever you say.” He grinned. “I’m going to come just as hard. I can feel it already. And when I do, your pussy is going to be clenching again all over my cock.”

“Okay.” Emma nodded. “That’s a deal. But let’s get to the sucking part. My nipples ache so much I am about to explode from need.”

Pete came at her on his knees, his erection jutting out ahead of him. She knew his cock felt the same way her breasts did. She wanted to put her mouth around it, but she wanted him to suck her more.

The moment Pete’s lips covered one of her sensitive peaks and drew it into his mouth, she bent backward and nearly screamed. She wished like crazy her hands were free so she could plow them through his hair and force him closer. He unlatched from one, and she cried out, but his lips quickly covered the other one, and she jerked from his touch.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, pulling and sucking. “What if I touch you right here while I’m doing this?” His hand slid down and breached her folds, a finger circling her clit dead-on.

Aftershocks she had no idea were at the forefront swept through her, making her legs buckle and rock. “God! Press harder!” She jerked her pelvis into his hand. “That feels so fucking good.”

Pete didn’t stop the suction on her breast for a moment, his mouth hungry as he complied, grinding the palm of his hand against her clit as she rocked on it, trying in vain to fuck it.

“Jesus, Emma.” He let go of a nipple and kissed his way up to her neck. His hand was still pressed against her. “Seeing you like this makes me go wild. We definitely need to try this kind of thing more often.”

“I agree.” She was panting hard. “But for now let’s enjoy this one to the fullest. I’m not sure how you’re going to fuck me with this thing on, but I want to do it now.”

“Oh, I think I can figure out something,” he said. “We’re going to do it right here while you’re on your knees.”

Emma’s breath hitched. “Will that work?”

“We’re about to find out.” Pete stroked his cock as he lowered his hips, so he and Emma were aligned. Then he wrapped both hands around her, gripping her ass tightly. He edged forward, positioning his cock tip right at her entrance. “What if I just stay here for a second or two?” he teased, rocking gently, his tip entering her briefly and then sliding right back out.

“Pete,” she moaned, “you can’t do that! I want it too much.” Her body wiggled as she tried to get closer to him. “These restraints are starting to hurt, but is it wrong that I like how that feels?”

“Not at all,” he whispered into her neck. “I love it when you’re this horny. If you don’t want me to keep teasing you, then how do you want it? Like this?” He dug his fingers into her ass while yanking her toward him, thrusting deeply. He pulled out, panting. “Or like this?” He slid into her again and locked her onto his shaft as he rocked his pelvis against her clit, fully seated inside her.

The pressure of him being so deep inside her at this angle was amazing. “Yes, like that,” she replied. “More.”

“I’m going to make you come again,” he told her. “But when I do, it’s going to be because my cock teases it out of you.” He began to draw in and out of her in long pulls, fucking her as they knelt together, his hands prodding her ass to the point of pain.

It was incredible, and he was right, she was going to come again hard.

With each thrust, she got a little closer.

She tipped her head back and let herself go. Pete kept pounding, but when his lips took more than her nipple in his mouth, she broke, her body spasming around his cock. “Ahh!”

“Emma!” Pete shouted as he came. His cock pulsed inside of her as he rocked into her, bracing her tightly against his chest with his arms.

“Oh, my,” Emma panted, her eyes closed. She wanted to clutch his shoulders, but she was going to have to settle for kissing his neck. “That was fantastic,” she sighed as she laid her head on his shoulder as he held her, still coming down from his own release. “You know how to fuck, that’s for sure.”

“It’s only this good when I’m fucking you.”

8

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“Are you sure you have everything?” Pete asked Emma for the fourth time. “You only have one bag.” It was four in the morning, and they were on their way to the airport.

“I only have one bag because we’re going to a clothing-optional resort,” Emma joked. “Don’t worry. It’s a big bag, and I have everything I need. Come on, the taxi’s waiting.”

Pete picked up both their bags and headed outside. It was still dark, the sun not ready to rise for a good hour or more. They got into the cab after the luggage was loaded. They were about thirty minutes from the airport. Pete rested his hand on Emma’s thigh. He was ready for a vacation and looking forward to this break.

After that explosive night in the basement, he and Emma had had a good few days together. Things seemed more relaxed between them, and Pete was happy. “Are you excited?” he asked her. “I’m looking forward to seeing what this place is all about.”

“Absolutely,” Emma replied. “I can’t wait to walk on the white sand and soak up some sunshine.”

Pete leaned over. “I can’t wait to see your ass in the sun. That is going to be a beautiful thing.”

Emma snorted. “It won’t be in the sun long. Have you seen my complexion? I’ve brought plenty of sunscreen, but I’m not going to make it a point to sit out. That would be a bad sunburn waiting to happen.”

His wife had beautiful skin. Paired with her red hair, she was one of those breathtaking women who looked like she was made of porcelain. Pete had been smitten from the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. “That ass in the shade will be just as amazing, and we have our own dip pool on a deck facing the ocean.”

“It’s so weird we’re heading to a place we’ve never really seen before. It does make it exciting, however, like a grand adventure. I love that.”

“The Butlers have raved about this place for years. When I called Jim to get the info, he reassured me that we would be absolutely blown away.”

“I hope he’s right. For the amount of money we’re spending, I’m expecting nothing less than a perfect paradise.”

“I think that’s why they call it Paradise.”

The cab ride went smoothly, and so did the check-in for their flight. They were there the full two hours early. Once they arrived at the gate, Emma took out a book to read and Pete tried to get some sleep.

Pete woke up some time later to the sound of Emma’s laughter, a sound he loved. “So are you guys going to the Bahamas, too?” she asked.

“Yep,” a man’s voice answered in a low baritone. “We love it there.”

Pete opened his eyes and glanced over to see a young couple sitting on the other side of his wife. The guy was good-looking and had dark hair and light brown skin. The girl was fit and attractive, with long wavy brown hair and a nice smile.

Emma asked, “Where are you staying?”

Pete watched the girl bite her lip as the guy answered, “Oh, it’s just this tiny resort on a small outer island.” Then he bent over and took a business magazine out of his bag and flipped open the pages.

Emma nodded. As always, his wife was her pleasant self. “We’re going to a small island, too. We’ve been told it’s an absolute paradise. We’re taking a small plane the resort arranged. It’s all kind of crazy, but we’re looking forward to it!”

The guy glanced up from his magazine. He wore an expensive watch and nice shoes. “We might be heading to the same place. You never know.” He grinned, flashing straight white teeth and a killer smile. “By the way, my name is Antonio, and this is Charlotte.” He reached his hand out to Emma.

“I’m Emma,” she said politely, shaking his hand. She turned to Pete. “This is my husband, Pete.”

Pete gave them a small salute and rearranged himself in his uncomfortable seat. “Nice to meet you both,” he said, leaning forward around his wife to shake Antonio’s proffered hand. “I hope we’re getting on this plane soon. It feels like we’ve been here for a long time.”

Emma nodded. “They announced it a few minutes ago. We’re boarding soon.”

Charlotte stood up first, and Antonio followed, each of them grabbing their respective bags. “We’re going to head to the bathroom before we board.” Antonio waved as he walked away. “It was nice meeting you both. Hope to see you again.” He winked. “Maybe on the island.”

“I hope we see you guys, too!” Emma called to him, affection in her tone. The guy must’ve made an impression on her in a short amount of time. After they left, she turned to Pete and said, “Wouldn’t that be funny if we were really going to the same place together?”

Normally, Pete would’ve agreed.

But he’d seen the way Antonio had looked at his wife. He’d been enamored of her. Pete knew those kinds of looks, and that wink had been suggestive.

For the first time in a very long time, Pete felt a little spark of jealousy flare in his chest. Emma had seemed so happy to talk to them. Her tone had been free and unguarded, making him realize she hadn’t sounded like that with him for a while.

“I actually wouldn’t be that surprised if we see them there,” Pete commented. “They were both confident and had that vibe.” Over the years, he and Emma had gotten very good at spotting couples who were in the lifestyle. That’s how they’d found Michael and Piper. They had seen the Collinses interacting at a party and picked up on their body language.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Emma commented. “We’re not wrong about a lot of people. My bet is we’re going to the same place.”

The attendant called for their boarding group.

Emma and Pete took their spots in line and boarded the plane. They weren’t in first class. Neither traveled very much, and shelling out a ton of money for sitting up front seemed wasteful. But as Pete tried to fit his long legs into the space in front of the seat without spilling into the aisle, he was second-guessing his choice. “Maybe we should’ve paid for first class. I don’t fit in regular seats anymore. They pack them in so tightly now, they’re not made for anyone over six feet tall.”

“Maybe we can try to upgrade on the way home,” Emma suggested.

“Hey, there’s Antonio and Charlotte,” Pete said as he readjusted his legs for the fourth time. “They’re in first class. I wouldn’t have pegged them for that. They look too young to have a lot of extra cash. But if they’re going to the same paradise we are, they must have it.”

Emma craned her head from the middle seat to glance up the aisle. Their seats weren’t too far back from first class. Antonio caught their gazes and gave them a little wave.

Pete watched his wife’s face light up.

“They seem super nice,” Emma said, sitting back in her seat and pulling a fashion magazine out of her bag. “He’s totally cute, too.”

Pete couldn’t reply, because at that moment the person assigned to the window seat next to Emma walked up.

“So sorry, but I have to get in there.” The older woman was maybe in her sixties. Pete got up and helped her stow her bag overhead.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly as she made her way to her seat.

Emma and she immediately began to exchange niceties. Pete closed his eyes. It was six thirty in the morning. He wanted to sleep as much as he could before they got there, because once they landed, the fun would begin.

* * *

The scenery was stunningly beautiful, the blue of the Caribbean being the clearest Emma had ever seen. She was in awe. The second flight flew directly over the aqua-blue waters, and the sight was absolutely breathtaking.

They’d landed from the States and made the connection to the small plane with no complications. But Antonio and Charlotte hadn’t joined them.

Emma tried not to be too disappointed. They would’ve been an interesting couple to hang out with, but it wasn’t meant to be.

The second plane landed on the small island after a very short flight. A car was waiting for them. They’d been the only ones on the six-seater airplane. The driver welcomed them, but wasn’t overly talkative.

In the backseat, Pete leaned toward Emma. “I can’t believe how small this island really is. It looked tiny from the air, and I only saw one resort. I hope we like this place, because it doesn’t look like there’s anywhere else to go.”

“I’m sure we’ll love it. No worries.” She patted his leg. “We can always hang out by the pool and do some relaxing. That never gets old. The color of the ocean is so clear. I can’t believe my eyes. I feel like pinching myself. We’ve been a lot of places, but this one might take the cake.”

“I agree. The vegetation isn’t lush, but the blue of the ocean more than makes up for it.”

A short time later, the driver pulled into the start of a long driveway. As soon as he passed through the gates, the scenery changed dramatically.

“We might have to amend that observation,” Emma said, sitting up in her seat. “Look at all the beautiful flowers and trees.” As the driveway wound up toward a small whitewashed building, the foliage they passed continued to be thick and lush.

There wasn’t another soul around that Emma could see.

The driver pulled to a stop in front of a small wood building with quaint shutters. It was very unassuming.

“There’s no parking lot,” Pete commented as he turned to look out the window. “I don’t see any other cars.”

The driver nodded, hearing Pete’s comment as he opened Emma’s door for her. “There’s a utility road that leads to the parking lot,” he told them. “A car is not necessary on the island, nor can you rent one. We provide golf carts complimentary with your stay, but most things are within walking or biking distance. All the villas are right on the water, and the restaurants are very close by.”

Emma and Pete got out of the car and walked into the building. It had high, lofted ceilings and a huge fan slowly oscillating in the middle.

“Welcome.” A woman who had been sitting at a desk stood. “We’re happy to have you.” She held out her hand. “You must be the Slaters. I’m Mona. I run things here. Come, have a seat.” She gestured at two open chairs on the other side of the desk.

Emma and Pete shook her hand and took a seat. The room wasn’t much bigger than their living room at home, and other than the desk, there were a few potted plants and not much else.

Mona sat back down. “Your luggage is being taken to your villa as we speak. Once we finish the check-in process, I’ll have one of our staff show you to your room. It’s always tiring after a long day of travel, and I promise to be brief.”

“We are a little tired, thank you,” Emma said. “Your resort looks beautiful.”

The woman’s laugh sounded like tinkling chimes. “Why, thank you. This island is very special to me. It has belonged in my family for over a hundred years. This is just the intake area, and we keep it very small on purpose. You’ll find that the rest of the resort is much more generous in its style and accommodations. This keeps prying eyes out, so to speak.” She winked.

“Is your resort always full?” Pete asked.

“Not always,” she said as she shuffled some paperwork. “As you know, we were able to get you in on short notice. You came highly recommended, which helps. The time of year also makes a difference. But we cater to a very small group of individuals, so it’s never been an issue.” She separated some papers out of the group she was holding. “Here are some information sheets for you to go over once you get to your villa.” She handed them to Emma. “Each suite has its own private dipping pool, two showers, one outdoors and one inside, and as Henry was telling you, you have access to a golf cart anytime you wish. Simply call the front desk, and one will be delivered here to this location. There are some beaches on the other side of the island that are worth seeing, and they are very private. You can also bike anywhere you wish. We have a full fleet of bikes and a small paved path that leads around most of the island. The island itself is only five miles long and two miles wide.” She handed Pete a key card and a few more papers.

“Thank you,” Pete said. “We’ll go over everything once we get to the room.”

“We only have a few rules here,” she said conversationally as she folded her hands on the desk. “But we make sure they are upheld utterly and completely. The entire island is clothing optional, except the restaurants. We have one formal dining room, one casual restaurant with a bar, and one beach bar, which serves breakfast and lunch only. Clothing is mandatory at every meal. The beach bar is located by the communal swimming pool, and that’s where you’ll find most of the clientele who wish to socialize. The pool area is always clothing optional, and the beach bar is after five p.m. when we stop serving lunch. The bar is the main spot for mingling, especially in the evening hours after the sun sets. You need not make any reservations at any of our restaurants. There are twenty tables, as we have twenty rooms. Nonpaying guests are never allowed on the grounds at any time. If you don’t feel like dressing up, you can easily order room service. Our menu is extensive, and anything can be made, at any time of the day or night, and delivered to your door free of charge. We are semi-all-inclusive. You are allotted three meals a day. The formal restaurant is only open for dinner. Anything above and beyond that is set at a reasonable price. All water, soda, and juice are free at all times. Alcohol is extra, but we charge wholesale prices.”

Emma nodded along. She was getting excited. This sounded like their kind of vacation. Sexy and relaxed.

Mona continued, “Beach towels are provided. They are in your rooms and at the pool. Feel free to take as many as you’d like. Leave them outside your front door, and housekeeping will pick them up. Housekeeping will only clean your room if you leave the card on the door handle. If you don’t, they will leave fresh towels and toiletries on a shelf outside. That means you’ll never have housekeeping knocking on your door. If you know ahead of time you won’t want your room cleaned the entire stay, we can make a note of it.”

“Thank you,” Emma said. “I’m sure we’ll want it cleaned, but we’ll play it by ear.”

“The last rule is no sex in the staff areas of the resort or restaurants, except the beach bar after ten p.m.,” Mona said. “There are many places to meet up, including the main pool at any time. Anything on your own balcony is fine. You are also free to have sex anywhere on the island, just as long as you’re not on the grounds of the resort. The delineation is our carefully manicured lawns. We have this rule to cater to the staff here who we hire from some of the bigger islands. Not everyone wants to stand witness to another’s sexual act, so we hope you understand.” She stood. “Everything else is in order. We have your credit card on file. I hope you enjoy your stay. Welcome to Paradise.” Mona gestured toward the door. “Henry should be waiting outside. He will see you to your villa.”