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 Oh, shit, oh, God, Mick. Yes. Fuck me like that.
She massaged her clit harder, faster, while he thrust his cock in her ass, and she spiraled out of
control. She rose up, sliding her fingers into her pussy, and continued rubbing her clit with her other
hand. The sensations pounded at her as she lost everything but the feel of him inside her.  I can feel it.
Yes, fuck me. Faster.
 You gonna come for me, Tara? he asked, his voice harsh and dark.
 Yes, Mick. Hurry and fuck me. I m going to come.
Nothing was going to stop her now as she felt the blast of orgasm hit her. She rocked back against
him, taking his cock fully in her ass as she splintered into a thousand pieces with her climax. She
screamed, the sound echoing through the treetops. Mick dug his fingers into her hips and shoved hard
against her as he came, and his orgasm only intensified hers. She cried out, she couldn t breathe, but it
was the most intense damn climax she d ever had. She felt it in every nerve ending, exploding
throughout her body, bringing tears to her eyes as the waves pounded her over and over again.
She collapsed on the chair. Mick draped himself over her back, both of them panting like they d
just completed a marathon.
 Care for a dip in the ocean? Mick asked, sliding his tongue along her neck.
 I think that s a great idea.
They swam and played in the water for the better part of the day, then came in, took a shower, and
Mick called for Simon, their butler, who appeared within the hour to prepare them an amazing
seafood dinner, which meant they actually had to put clothes on. Tara didn t really mind since she d
brought a few fun sundresses to wear and she hadn t had the chance to put much on. Mick had thrown
on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved tropical shirt for dinner.
After Simon prepared their food, he disappeared for the night, advising them he d be back in the
morning to fix them breakfast whenever they were ready, but to call if they needed anything before.
She could use a Simon in her life.
They ate out on the terrace overlooking the water. The sun had set, the moon rising and casting a
silver glow across the water. And it was still warm outside. Tara lifted her glass of wine and took a
sip.
 Does it bother you when I have a drink?
Mick lifted his glass of mineral water.  No. Why should it?
 Just wondered if you miss it.
 Alcohol? Not really. It s not good for me and I can t handle it. But it doesn t bother me to see
other people drink it.
 I can drink water or tea.
He laughed and picked up her hand, kissed the back of it.  Thanks, babe. But there s no reason you
can t enjoy a glass of wine. To be honest, I don t even think about what you re drinking. I m too busy
looking at your hair or your mouth or your tits or thinking about how great it was to fuck your ass
today.
She shook her head.  Such a guy.
He waggled his brows.  Would you have me any other way?
 No.
 Okay then. Quit worrying about it.
She did. They finished their meal and Tara stopped worrying about doing dishes. Though she still
insisted on taking them inside and putting them in the sink, even though Mick laughed at her when she
did.
 How about a walk on the beach? Mick suggested.
 Great idea. That dinner was fabulous. I need to walk it off.
Mick took her hand and led her out onto the beach. Tara inhaled the salty air and wondered how
she was ever going to go back to the reality that was her life after spending a weekend at this idyllic
paradise with a man like Mick.
 Tomorrow I thought we d play some football on the beach.
She snorted and leaned against him.  Trying to put me on the disabled list so I can t work?
 The thought crossed my mind. I d have to keep you here on the island until you were well enough
to travel.
 I d be at your mercy, day and night. I m a slow healer, too.
 How convenient. So how long do you think we could hold out here? A few months?
She nodded.  At least.
 That d be tough.
 You d miss the start of the season.
 Someone would have to do your job for you and handle all those headaches.
She laughed.  Yeah, that would be a hardship.
He put his arm around her and tugged her close.  Nice to dream, isn t it?
 This is paradise, Mick. I don t know how people ever leave it.
 Some might miss television and phones and Internet.
 I don t watch that much television anyway. I m always on the phone at work, and it drives me
crazy. And the only time I m on the Internet is for work purposes. Getting away from it all here has
been wonderful. She stopped and stepped in front of him, the ocean waves sifting sand and water
over her feet and ankles.  Thank you for this. It s been the most amazing trip.
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