“What about you Josh—where would be your favourite place to die?” I ask.

“Next to you,” he replies quietly. I smile broadly and take his hand in mine over the table as I melt. The rest of the table breaks into moans of disgust at his gushy reply.

“What about you Murph? Where would be your favourite place to die?” Joshua asks.

He shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “I don’t know. I don’t think I have a favourite place.” He frowns. “Maybe here.”

“Don’t dare fucking die in my house.” Joshua shakes his head in disgust.

“That could be arranged you know,” Cameron says matter-of-factly. “Ben and I could knock you off in your sleep.” He drinks his coffee.

Adrian fakes a smile at Cameron.

“Can I get a motorbike licence Josh?” Abbie asks.

“Yes, of course. All three of you girls can. It will be fun and then we can ride around the island today.” He smiles.

My stomach drops in fear. This is going to end badly. I just know it.

Turns out I was right. I told them to listen to me. After taking three hours to get my motorbike licence Joshua was so appalled at my lack of prowess he wouldn’t let me drive one anyway. So I spent the afternoon on the back of his bike while everyone else had their own. We did have fun exploring the island—what a beautiful place it is… and the food is magnificent.

It’s now 6 pm. We have stopped at Kamala beach and have been tubing for the last hour. Tubing. Being towed behind a boat on a huge inflatable tube, now this is what I call enjoyment. I keep falling off and have to be dragged into the boat by the poor workers. Joshua has even pushed me off a few times. It’s every man for himself on this thing. The boys are doing everything in their power to push each other off at full speed. My stomach is sore from laughing, and I can’t remember having this much fun. The boat drivers are getting in on it and doing zig zags in the water to try and throw us off. Abbie’s bikini top even came off, much to Cameron’s delight. The boat slowly pulls in and we swim slowly to shore.

“Hold onto my back presh,” Joshua whispers as he goes under water.

“I can swim Joshua,” I splutter.

His eyes dance mischievously in the water.

“I know.” He smiles as he grabs me and pulls me onto his back, and the others all continue to swim into the shore. He grabs my legs and wraps them around his body.

“Let’s fuck,” he whispers over his shoulder.

I laugh out loud. “Let’s not.” I pick up a handful of water and splash him in the face.

“Did you just splash me?” he asks, affronted.

“No, it was a wave,” I squeal as I start to make a dash for the shore.

Joshua grabs my ankle and pulls me back to him and dunks me hard.

I squeal with laughter as he continues to drown me.

“I see nothing’s changed.” I giggle.

“What do you mean?” He laughs as he chases me through the water.

I cough and splutter as I laugh. “You used to try and drown me back in the day, remember? You are still a behemoth.”

He raises his eyebrows as he smiles broadly. “Behemoth hey? I think I need to fill that smart mouth of yours with my dick to shut it up.” He splashes me in the face.

“This doesn’t happen in my romance novels.” I laugh as I splutter and go under, his warm arms then go around me and instantly I can feel his arousal. The mood instantly changes and we are both brought to silence.

“Is this more like your romance novels?” he asks as his lips drop to my neck and his hips grind into mine.

I nod and kiss him gently on the lips. “Yes.”

He smiles broadly. “Nice try Marx.” He dunks me hard again and swims to the shore.

Tags: T.L. Swan Erotic
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