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“It’s just us,” Jade reassures me excitedly. “Nobody comes down here at this time of the night.”

I shine my torch in her face. “Is this what we do now? We skinny dip by moonlight together?” Although I quite like the thought of that.

“Yes. Strip,” she says authoritatively, stalking toward me, her full breasts bouncing as she moves. “Or I will undress you myself.” Her brows raise as if she’s challenging me.

Having only known each other for a few days, it strikes me how comfortable we are with each other already. Jade seems to have shed any initial body insecurities she may have had as she swings her flared hips my way.

Enjoying every delicious curve of her body, I continue to watch her as I push my arms out to the sides. “Have at me then,” I counter as I shuck my sneakers off my feet.

My shirt is gone in a flash. Next, she crouches, unzips my shorts, then pulls them and my boxers off, throwing them overher shoulder. When I’m naked, she pushes herself up on her tiptoes, placing another chaste kiss on my lips.

Kissing seems to be another thing we both like doing.

I look down at myself, growing hard, my cock excited to be near her nakedness. “Why the hell am I completely naked and you’re not?”

“Have at me.” Smirking, she pulls an elasticized hairband off her wrist and ties her hair up into a messy bun. Like a magnet, my eyes automatically follow the silhouette of her hourglass curves as she offers herself to me.

Sliding her panties down her hips and legs, I then drop to my knees onto the shingle beach, too lost in her and our what comes next moment to care about the sharp stones against my skin. My lips seek her pussy and her whimpers get lost in the warm wind as I use the tip of my tongue to flick her clit.

“Owen.” She moans, thrusting her hips, wanting more. I grin against her skin, then inhale her sweet scent of tangerines and deep amber. “You smell fucking amazing.” I softly bite her now swollen clit.

She grabs my face, guiding me to stand, then hungrily kisses me. “I might drive you crazy, Owen, but you make me feel like a wild woman,” she mumbles before she bites my bottom lip. Without warning, she grabs my hand, pulling me past the pebbled part of the beach and down into the sand along the edge of the shore. Then she leads me into the blackened sea as we wade deeper.

She squeals as she hits the colder than expected water, and I roar when the Mediterranean Sea hits my skin. “Fuck me sideways,” I hiss. “I think I lost my testicles.”

Jade bursts into a fit of giggles, and I reach for her, threading my arms around her waist.

Her hand disappears below the water, making me flinchwhen she cups my junk and says, “I think you’re right.” She squeezes my now shriveled cock, her teeth chattering together.

“You’ll have to warm him up to make him come out again, Hotshot.” I wink, my eyes now adjusted to the darkness.

With a loud laugh, she wraps her arms around my neck, jumps up, then threads her legs around my waist, hooking her ankles behind my back, before kissing me for what feels like forever. Her kiss hits hard, pulling me into her orbit, making me feel as if I’m weightless.

Between kisses, she says, “Do you know why you’re here?”

“Nope.” I kiss the side of her mouth.

She points to the enormous rock to our right that’s standing like a soldier guarding us.

I pull her closer when she starts speaking. “Legend has it that this”—we both look at Aphrodite’s Rock—“is the birthplace of the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite. She was created from the foam of the sea. Cronus caused the foam by castrating his father Uranus and throwing his genitals into the water.”

I shake with a combination of laughter and feeling colder since we aren’t moving. “Great, we might find a pair of testicles in here after all.” I wrap myself around her tighter to keep us warm.

“We might.” She fights hard to hide her smile as she continues, obviously desperate to tell me the story. “Local folklore says that anyone who swims around the rock will be blessed with great and eternal beauty. But Greek mythology says that if you swim around the rock three times, you will find true love.”

Her last words stop my heart for a millisecond.

Our eyes locked, I can’t tear my gaze away from her angelic face that I dreamed about last night.

“Is that what you want, Jade, to find true love?”

She whispers, “I did for a very long time. Then I gave up.”My heart plummets from my chest into my stomach. “That was until yesterday.”

Giving me hope and being coy, I ask, “What happened yesterday?”

“I met a guy.” Her voice is playful but with a hint of uncertainty.

“Is he nice?”

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