I lift her out of the grape puree, and she wraps her legs around me, deepening the kiss as I cup my hands under her backside. We stay like that for a long time, giving and taking and remembering.
Healing.
When we finally break apart, my clothes are stained with grape juice and Lucy has brush burn on her chin, but we’ve never looked better.
She struts over to the camera, whispers something about an epic grovel, and blows her followers a kiss before she kills the live stream and turns back to me. “I think this might be our best arrangement yet.”
“Oh, it is.” I cup her cheek, sweeping my thumb across her swollen lips as I lower my mouth to hers. This kiss is soft and chaste, a promise of things to come. “Because this time, we both win.”
Epilogue
Lucy
“A la verga.” I sip my passion fruit mojito, savoring the way the sweet, minty flavor fizzes on my tongue. Prior to landing in Fiji, I’d never even tasted a mojito, but it’s quickly becoming my favorite drink. “This is heaven.”
Or it would be if Miles would put his laptop away.
How he can work with the Pacific Ocean stretched out before us with its clear turquoise waters is beyond me. I’ve been staring at it for nearly an hour, and I have yet to tire of the view. It’s a perfect eighty-two degrees, the sun is shining, and I’m stretched out on the world’s most comfortable lounger, enjoying an afternoon cocktail as the ocean laps softly against the deck of our villa.
What’s not to like?
“Babe.” I roll onto my side and flip my sunglasses up on my head. Miles is sitting on the lounger next to me, shirt unbuttoned and laptop perched on his knees, looking like every workaholic ever. “We’re on vacation.”
He glances up, flashing me a dimpled smile. “Almost done.”
“That’s what you said thirty minutes ago.”
In the twelve months we’ve been dating, he’s gotten better at taking time off, but he still has miles to go if he can ignore this lush landscape in favor of checking his email or whatever it is he’s doing.
“You promised to finish all your work this morning,” I remind him.
“True, but that was before I got distracted.” He lifts a brow, his clear blue eyes dancing with mischief. “I seem to recall a certain someone strutting around the villa in nothing but the most indecent pink panties known to man.”
I smirk. “And you just had to rip them off with your teeth?”
“I don’t recall you complaining when I was licking your pussy.”
He’s not wrong. Just the memory has blood rushing to my core.
“Yes, well, despite the panty ripping, I managed to get my work done.”
#multitaskingFTW.
To be fair, most of my research was done ahead of time. Learning about the islands, planning my photo ops, and negotiating some of the biggest endorsement deals So Savvy Traveler has landed to date. I’m featuring a variety of products on my socials this week, ranging from skin care to sunglasses, but the one I’m most proud of is the deal with SMRVibes, the maker of the adorable red bikini I’m wearing, which is part of a kick-ass body positivity campaign.
So, yeah. Life is good.
Although it would be better if Miles put his laptop away so he could relax.
This trip was his idea, after all. He’s the one who chose Fiji. The one who planned everything from the flights to the resort, which, let’s be honest, is impressive for a man not accustomed to dealing in details.
“Hey, Luce.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m having trouble logging into the VPN. Could you give it a try?”
I sit up, and he hands me the laptop. “You realize this is a sign from the universe that you shouldn’t work on vacation, right? It’s, like, a fundamental rule.”
