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We stay still, his body deep within mine, our breathing so laboured that we are panting. His hands drop to my hipbones and he starts to move me backwards and forwards slowly. Subtly to the outside world, but magnified between us and his dark eyes watch my lips as his mouth hangs slack.

He shakes his head and I know he is trying to hold off his orgasm. Oh, you’re going to come alright, baby. I move from my knees and bring my feet to the sand in a squatting position, my feet up near his shoulders. I know this is his favourite position.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

He loses control and lurches deep into my body and sits up suddenly. I cry out at the change of position. His hands go to the back of my shoulders and he starts to ride me hard, lifting me up and down aggressively onto his hard length as his lips drop to my neck and he sucks me.

I cry out and lurch forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train hammers through my body.

“Fuck,” Joshua growls as he holds himself buried deep inside me and shudders as a strong orgasm rips through him. We stay still, panting heavily, both breathless. My head drops to his shoulder and he showers my face in gentle kisses.

“I think I love you,” he whispers and he lifts my chin to bring my mouth to his where I am gifted with a beautiful kiss. “You can’t marry this guy.”

I wake to the sound of birds and the filtered sunlight that is seeping through the window—we must have forgotten to close the shutters last night. Joshua is next to me on his back and fast asleep. My eyes drop and linger on my beautiful man. His dark hair is in stark contrast to the crisp white bed linen. His large red lips slightly open as he breathes and his skin is darker than usual due to all of our time in the sun. What an amazing week: unguarded time with my love, a wedding proposal and this beautiful place. I look around at our opulent surroundings and the fine white netting hanging around the bed. My eyes go back to Joshua and drop down his body, with his large thick chest rising and falling, down to the tattoo of my name branding his side, over his ripped stomach and the fine trail of dark hair that runs from his navel down to his pubic hair, and his beautiful soft penis. It’s not often I see it so lifeless. I have never met a man so blatantly sexual. I know my ex-boyfriends were nothing like Joshua and they weren’t even actually getting sex. Joshua would never stand for that—he would have just taken what he wanted. I smile, that’s what I love about him, he knows my body better than I do… knows how much it can take, and what I need. Last night he pushed me until we couldn’t go any further due to exhaustion. Our public display on the sand at the beach was followed gently and intimately in the ocean, and then by foreplay in the pool when we got home and then again in the shower before we went to sleep. Each time deeper and harder than the time before. I’m surprised he didn’t crack the tiles in the bathroom. I lean up onto my elbow and gently kiss his chest.

“I love you,” I whisper as I lie down and put my head on his chest.

His arms gently encase me and he kisses my forehead. “Good morning, my beautiful girl,” he whispers croakily.

“Good morning, motorbike,” I reply and he smiles broadly and closes his eyes. “Mmm, that guy would have said anything to get you on your back on that sand last night.”

“Would he have?” I giggle.

He nods slowly with his eyes closed. “Yes he would have, serial sex deviant for sure.”

I smile. “He seemed pretty hot to me, I would like another night with that man.”

He kisses my forehead. “Yes, you would. That’s why you’re a beautiful slut.”

We both smile. “I don’t want to go home today Josh, can’t we just stay here?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “No, we will be back here soon enough. You will love LA Tash. You just need to give it some time.” He kisses me gently on the lips and heads to the bathroom. I go to the window and put my hands on the glass and stare out to sea. This place really is paradise. What does he mean I have to give it some time? Does he think I will hate it at first? My stomach drops. I have no idea what to expect or who to trust. I’m actually really glad the girls have come with us to help me adjust.

“What are the plans for the day?” I ask as I step into the shower. Joshua gets in behind me.

“Murph is making us breakfast and then I am training while you lie by the pool like a mermaid.”

“Mermaids are overrated,” I reply flatly. “How come you never hear of mermen?”

Half an hour later we walk out onto the pool deck in Ben and Adrian’s house where breakfast is being served and I laugh as I see everyone. They all cheer at our arrival. It’s been a massive week here in Thailand. My whole life has changed.

“You all look like shit.” I giggle.

“Shut up,” Bridget retorts as she glares at me.

Adrian lifts his head from his hands. “Where did you two disappear to last night?” he asks.

“We went to celebrate alone.” Joshua smiles as he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. My cheeks heat, it was more like a public celebration.

“Where’s Cameron?” I ask.

“In the kitchen,” Ben replies.

Joshua and I walk through the house and into the kitchen to see Cam.

He is on the phone and his anxiety level is through the roof. Joshua frowns as he listens. Cameron hangs up the phone and drops his head into his hands.

I frown at Joshua in question and he shrugs in return.