Plus, it’s payback time.
Shane’s sweats were hanging low this morning, showing off his perfect V-shape. He had on a T-shirt that kept him covered for the most part, but he did make a point to lift the hem to scratch his stomach a couple of times.
I truly think he did that to purposely show off his sculpted abs.
Like I didn’t notice them yesterday?
Of course, there were other things to look at—mainly his big, hard erection.
Oh my!
Well, nowIget to prance around half naked.
Let’s see how he handles that.
Before I head out to the beach, though, I throw on a loosely knit dark blue cover-up. It’s like a little dress with cutouts. Cute in and of itself, but wait till I take it off.
I chuckle to myself as I slip on my sunglasses and finally slide open the glass door in my room. I then make my way down the little stone path to our beautiful private beach.
It’s a gorgeous day, and the turquoise blue water is breathtaking. When I step onto the sand, it’s so soft and powdery it’s like it’s not even real.
What a paradise!
Shane is already down by the water. It looks like he’s chosen two loungers under a big palapa umbrella.
He’s so thoughtful.
Thinking about how nice the shade will be on such a hot and sunny day, I realize I forgot my bottle of sunscreen.
Damn.
I’m glad we’ll have the umbrella, but hopefully Shane remembered to bring some sun protection down. I want to be covered, literally and figuratively, for if I decide to go into the ocean.
When I reach the chairs, Shane lowers his mirrored sunglasses and says, “Hey, I got here a little earlier than we agreed on. Are you okay with these loungers?”
I nod as I try not to stare at his defined abs and muscular body, glowing from whatever sun protection he’s slathered on.
“Oh yeah,” I reply at last. “These are great.”
“I grabbed towels too,” he adds.
He motions to the towel stretched out under him, as well as the one on my lounger.
Smiling, I tell him, “You are awesome. Thanks.”
“I just tried to think of everything,” he says, shrugging.
“Well, you did,” I reply. “Speaking of which, I hope you have sunscreen. I forgot mine up in the house.”
Reaching under his lounger, he pulls out a bottle. “Yep,” he says, holding it up. “I got that too.”
Hands on my hips, I declare, “Shane, you may just be the best guy I’ve ever met.”
I’m teasing, of course.
Well, maybe not totally.
Chuckling, he shakes his head and pushes his sunglasses back up into place. “I don’t know about that,” he mutters.
