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I reach up and rake my nails through the back of his hair while pulling his ear to my lips. “I’m so wet this satin dress is about to give me away. Get me the fuck out of here so we can…”

He interrupts and looks me directly in the eye, “Fuck?”

I bite my lip and whisper, “Yes.”

He pulls my arm and we sprint outside. Once we clear the door he pushes me up against a wall.

Our lips touch and he keeps his lips still, unsure of himself for the first time since we met. This little crack in his persona is enchanting, and I respond assuredly. The kiss grows into something out of control and wild. Tongues and hands everywhere. I press my hips into him. We break apart to breathe as if our lives depend on it. I unbutton Zane’s shirt, completely forgetting I’m out in the open I’m desperate to feel his chest. He reaches for my skirt. “You’re never wearing this again, right?”

“Hmm-mm.” He yanks the top down and it tears. He traces the top of my bra with his index finger. I’m holding his shirt in one hand and feeling his back with the other. A hotel employee with extra towels startles us. He walks into a side door pretending he doesn’t see us.

A shirtless Zane swiftly leads me to the employee’s abandoned golf cart. I follow and try to sit on his lap but the damn dress is holding me back.

He spins me around and yanks the back slit of my dress open up to my ass and smacks it and I climb on his lap facing him, satin ass out.

This chemistry is different from anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s animalistic. There’s something about the way his eyes divide my reason from the carnal side of me.

As he drives, I kiss his chest, neck, ears, and his lips. Occasionally he seizes me, looking away from the cart path, and parting my lips quickly with his tongue. I kiss his very small but very ridiculous “Joe Cool” Snoopy tattoo on his shoulder. Then I bite it and he slams the brakes.

He pulls me down to his face and kisses me so deeply I think I’m going to choke or come. I let my hands feel every part of him. I take off his belt, loosen his button, and reach for the zipper just as Zane pulls into our little driveway. We run to the door, and he realizes, “My fucking key is in our cart.”

“Mine’s in my purse.” Half undressed, I bolt to the housekeeping cart and pull the staff keys from the ignition. I dash back to the door seeing our entire scene from an observer’s view. Our hair is wild, and it looks like we’ve already done the thing we’re about to do. He seems shocked at how clear-headed I am to think of the master key.

“Who knew you were such a fucking genius?”

I grin madly. “You’re about to find out just how much of a fucking genius I am.”

Before the door closes, his hands are on me. He picks me up, kicks the door shut, and takes me directly to the back bedroom, Rhett Butler style. We don’t speak, mostly because our mouths don’t leave each other’s bodies for a second. He tears the remains of my dress away and reveals the matching ruby panty set. A quick nod of appreciation from him and a curtsy from me, and I ditch my lingerie.

He finishes taking off his pants, stepping out of his boxers, his hard cock springs forward and I whistle. It’s huge in his hand as he strokes it, and I’m enthralled. He licks his lips and tosses me onto the bed. He spreads my legs as I laugh and his hands move up my legs and cup me as I tilt my hips up. “Fuck you’re so wet.” I sit up and reach for him.

“And you’re so hard. What should we do about that?”

He grabs a condom, slaps it on with one hand while the other explores my right nipple. I groan loudly. I’m so ready for him. He’s on top of me, and as he enters in a rush it pinches and I push him back a little.

“So big.”

“I’ve got you.” No smirk or joke. He eases out and rubs my clit as he enters again more slowly. He pushes in further, and I wait until my body accepts him. Finally, I relax enough for him to slide all the way in. “Fuuuuck you feel good.”

He can have anything he asks for right now. I’d give anything to anyone right now, as long as I can keep feeling like this. I let a gasp slip from my lips before he’s on them again.

We kiss deeply, almost as deeply as he is inside of me.

The two of us move as if we’ve been doing this for years. His thick cock stretching me and it feels so fucking good. Instinctually, we know how to please the other, adjusting our hips and grinding in perfect rhythm. I shriek, he moans — we’re quite the noisy couple.

“Fuck. Kat. Jesus. I have to come so fucking hard. I need to feel you around me.” I buck my hips in rhythm with his. “Come now, Harpy. Come my fucking dark ass goddess. Fucking come now.” He bites down on my nipple as he reaches between us and pushes down on my clit, and I do as he asks.

“Zane. Zane. Zaaaaaane,” I scream as he grunts and thrusts so fucking deep and then stills as he holds himself so tight inside of me. He comes as I convulse around his cock, and my whole body shakes with his release.

The impossible elusive sexual milestone happens with my make-believe boyfriend the first time we have sex. How am I not supposed to read into that? Damn you, simultaneous orgasm. I long to do it again. Immediately.

He falls next to me, and I crawl on top of his chest to look into those eyes. I want to see if the spark is still there. I’m delighted to see them softened, but just as luminous. He looks so exposed. “That’s my number one reason for you to come to Hawaii.”

I want to reassure him but not be vulnerable. “What a coincidence, mine too.”

He strokes my hair. “I don’t know what to say.”

I contemplate how to respond while swimming in his glimmered gaze. “Nothing. I think it’s best. Except possibly we hold out a little longer next time.”