Page 131 of Dr. Bad Boy

“Hey, get back here,” I mumble.

She squeaks and jumps, making her bum jiggle. I’m awake now. Hello, bum.

My woman is gorgeous every minute of every day. But naked and bathed in the early morning Caribbean light, her curves all on display and her dark waves tousled from sleep and our sex last night…

I’m definitely awake.

I follow her out of bed and pick her up, ignoring her protest, and bump her back against the wall. “Good morning.”

“Yes it is,” she whispers just before I kiss her.

“What do you want to do today?” I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone.

“Absolutely nothing. And you.”

“Good answer.”

“And breakfast. When is that going to arrive?”

I laugh and put her down. “Okay, swimsuit on. Food, then sex and beach.”

On our breakfast tray is a handwritten note from the concierge giving us a weather update, warning that a storm is expected to roll in over the afternoon, so we decide to hit the beach first.

We grab sunscreen and towels and books, shoving everything we need in a striped canvas bag which I loop over my left shoulder. Holding hands, we walk outside and down to the covered pair of loungers in the middle of the beach.

“I think this might actually be what heaven is like,” Violet says with a contented sigh as she reaches for the bag.

I’ve discovered in preparation for this trip that my love has a quirk —she must catalogue everything in a bag, must pack and then repack, putting her hands on absolutely every single item in the process.

That made smuggling a diamond solitaire down here quite the creative exercise. I’d nearly had a heart attack when she texted me the day before we left and asked how many t-shirts I was supposed to have packed.

I’d responded that I wasn’t sure, and she’d replied that she’d just count when she got home to be sure I had enough.

I shot to the house at the next available break in between patients and rescued the ring box from my suitcase.

Now I’m prepared for what’s about to happen. She pulls everything out, picks the book she wants, plus a bottle of sunscreen, then carefully returns everything else to the bag.

She stops on the second last item and holds it up, giving me a funny look. “Dental floss?”

“Just in case.”

She goes to put it back in the bag and stops. “It rattles.”

“Weird.”

She shrugs and stretches out with her book.

I smile and stretch out beside her.

Life is good.

After a while, I get up and wade out into the surf. When I get deep enough, the waves crash up against my chest, and I dive into them. As I find my footing and stand again, turning around, I see her following me in.

That black bikini brings me to my knees.

Shebrings to my knees. Although today the plan is just one knee.

I meet her in the middle of the crashing waves and we swim back out together, then take our time getting pushed back to shore. We collapse on the loungers again.

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