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"I don't know about you, but I'm pooped," Tamara said, flopping on her bed. They should probably get the beds pulled together now, but she didn't really want to bother the stewards. Not to mention, it would be kind of embarrassing to ask.

"Not too pooped I hope," he said, joining her.

"Not sated yet?"

"With you," he replied, slipping his leg between hers and spreading them apart. "Never!"

She moaned when his hand pressed up against her shorts, cupping her mound. "Me either."

As much as they did it that day—in the pool, behind a building, inside a change room—she still wanted more. And she had a feeling it would remain that way until her body no longer worked. Hopefully that wouldn't be until she was in the grave.

"I still can't believe we're man and wife," she said, temporarily distracted by the glittering diamond on her left hand. It was something that she'd often dreamed about, but never expected to happen.

"This trip turned out better than I expected."

"It really did. I was dreading it at first, but now, I think I could stay here the rest of my life. No dishes. No cleaning."

He chuckled. "I'd love to do that, but I couldn't leave my sister to watch Chloe forever. She'd kill me."

Tamara's eyes widened and she smacked a hand over her mouth, forgetting all about his hand on her crotch. "Oh god, I'm a mommy now." It wasn't something she had thought about. "What if I suck at it?" Other than being around her niece and nephew, she had no experience with kids. She wasn't the babysitting type.

Logan took her hands away from her mouth and kissed the palm. "It might take a bit of getting used to, but I think you'll do great."

She didn't have the same confidence he did. Being an aunt was easy. She knew what was expected of her. This was entirely new territory. She'd rather face a criminal with a gun than a young girl who was probably going to hate her guts for stealing her daddy.

"What if she hates me?"

"What's there to hate?"

"We didn't give her a chance to get used to me first," she said quietly.

"Now who's lacking confidence?" he said jokingly. "Relax. She's going to love you, like I do."

Tamara looked up at him, his eyes shining with desire and love. It was a look she'd never expected to see again. They may be a decade older, but his eyes have never changed. They were the same old lovable green, shining with so much emotion that it brought tears to her eyes.

"Hey, no crying," he said, running the pad of his thumb over her eyes before kissing each one.

"I don't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me, hun. But I know I disappointed you, and I'm sorry."

"Is Chloe the reason you stayed away?"

"Partly. I wasn't sure how to explain her without making you think that I'd moved on from you. After she was born, I fought hard to get custody of her and that meant going through therapy. Once all that was done, I wanted to come get you, but I chickened out like a hundred times."

"You're here now," she said.

"I am kicking myself for not coming back sooner."

"The past is what it is. I doubt I would have been ready myself if you'd came earlier."

While her parents were in love and happy, it wasn't something she had been able to envision for herself after what her ex did. She didn't exactly trust her judgment, and she'd been harboring too much anger in general. It was easy to doubt herself when it came to the unknown.

She tenderly cupped his cheeks with her hands. "I'm just glad you came back."

Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers. She could kiss him all day. He tasted hot and sweet as her tongue touched his, making her get lost in a world that was uniquely theirs. No one else existed, but him.

Reaching behind his head, she deepened the kiss. He matched her beat for beat, claiming her mouth as his own, branding it with his own flavor. His hands grasped the waist of her shorts and undies and she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull them down and off.

She'd never get tired of the feel of his hands on her body. Tamara pulled Logan's shirt over his head and he gladly obliged this time, only a hint of wariness evident in his gaze. And she reveled in his level of trust.

"Would you let me try the handcuffs?" she asked.

He dropped his head to her shoulder. "That's going to take a little more time."

Tamara pouted. "I'm not like those creeps in jail."

Lifting his head, he looked at her. "I know, babe. It just brings back bad memories."

"But you're okay with tying me up? It doesn't make any sense."

"I'm fine as long as I remain in control."

"I understand the need to be in control." There was nothing she understood more. "So Mr. Dupon, what would you have me do next?"

He kneeled between her legs. "Lie there and let me have my way with you."

"Happy to oblige there," she said, her last word fading as his fingers dipped inside her, finding her delicate sweet spot. He knew every square inch of her body, every trigger, every pressure point that could have her squirming in seconds. They were soulmates, forever meant to be together. And she could hardly believe she just about said no.

"Oh god!" she moaned as his hand flicked up and down, hard and fast. Tamara squeezed her eyes closed and fought hard not to tense her body, allowing it to find its own way through the maze of sensations.

"Like that?" he asked.

"God, ya!" she cried, writhing beneath the smooth administrations of his fingers. He was like a greek god and his fingers were the hammer of love. She gripped the sheets as her mind spun in circles, her body swirling like a whirlpool.

"Should I stop?" he said, starting to pull out of her.

"Hell no!" she cried, grabbing his wrist. "If you do, I'll bop you one."

He beamed with pride and continued playing her like a fiddle, making his own music with the tip of his fingers. His other hand rubbed her clit deliciously, making her mouth water. She was drowning in heaven with fireworks going off like it was the festival of lights in Vancouver.

"Logan!" she moaned, her voice no longer sounding like her own, deep and husky.

"Come for me, baby."

His voice had a magic all its own, echoing to her innermost being, massaging her heart and soul. Everything else before him was nothing. It was practice for the real thing. And they had it. Fate had connected them for all of eternity.

No longer able to hold back, she let her body go, soaking his hand and the sheets with her cum. Shaking uncontrollably, her hips bucked off the bed as if trying to draw closer to him. Tamara squeezed her eyes closed and rode the sensations through until the end.

And then he filled her, taking her up to the edge of another chasm. They flew off the top, cradled in each other's arms. Harder and harder he pumped inside her. She tilted her hips to draw him in, lifting her legs into the air. He grabbed them and put them up over his shoulders, skin slapping against skin.

"I'm so close!" he grunted, his movements and breathing growing erratic like hers. ***

She could feel herself building again and knew that they would take the tumble together into a world that would forever be theirs. No one else existed in that moment. Not the boat. Not the squeaky bed, just them. If she could stay in this moment forever, she'd be a happy sex fiend. He groaned her name and the sound of his deep, husky voice made her insides quiver and her body shake as he took her to new heights, far above the clouds.

"You're a lethal weapon, Logan Dupon," she said, her voice trembling as she fought to catch her breath.

He chuckled. "Just don't go dying on me because that would suck."

"I think you're going to be stuck with me for a long time."

"I think I can live with that," he said, bringing his lips to hers.

She still couldn't believe they were married or at least married in Aruba. They should probably call their families and let them know what they did, but she had a sneaky suspicion that he'd already told them what he was going to do.

"Did you talk to my parents about this?"

Logan shook his head. "I may have let it slip to Sylvester though."

Her cheeks heated. She could just imagine what was going through her brother's head when the two boys talked. Her brother was just as kinky as she was, so his thoughts wouldn't have been of the angelic type.

"I still can't believe you were in cahoots with them."

"I was going to do anything to get you back, including whisking you off to an island and not letting you leave until you said yes."

Tamara shivered with delight, her parts aching again. "So you wanted to kidnap me?" She couldn't say why the sound of that thrilled her. The thought of being tied up and carted off by Logan had a certain allure to it. And that was so unlike her. She craved control and that was the total opposite. But letting him take over almost felt freeing somehow.

"If I had to, I would have," he said, his voice smooth and certain.

Tamara shivered with delight. "I'd be game for that idea."

He rolled his eyes, jokingly. "Now you tell me. So sexy, do you want first dibs on the shower?"

"I'll let you go first, just so I can watch that fine ass of yours," she replied, giving it a squeeze.

And she did. He got up and walked to the edge of the wall separating the bedroom from the closet and bathroom, giving his butt a wiggle extravagantly.

"Worst twerk ever," she yelled as he shut the bathroom door. She heard him laugh behind the closed door and smiled. Life really couldn't get much better than this. They were on a cruise boat in the middle of the Caribbean, and she was sporting a wedding ring on her finger. Who would have thought?

She had expected to be lounging on the deck with a book, not living it up with her boyfriend of old. Tamara placed her hands behind her head and stared up at the white panel ceiling. Her life was no longer plain and empty. She still wasn't sure how to handle being a mother, but she'd cross that river when she got to it. For now, she'd just enjoy his company and get accustomed to being someone's wife.

That was a title that would take a little getting used to. She was now Tamara Dupon. Letting out a giggle, she rolled onto her belly and buried her face into the pillow, kicking her feet. Maybe something was finally going to go right in her world.

"Don't jinx yourself," she murmured.