I reread the same paragraph for the fifth time because I kept thinking about Ama's beautiful face and body, how her lips felt around me, how perfect her breasts fit in my hands, and how sweet she tasted.

I have to go back to my room and take another cold shower to quench the fire burning within me at the thought of my Jamaican beauty. Getting up off my lounge chair, I grab my towel and head back to my room for that cold shower and a nap.

A knock on my door awakens me, and a familiar voice calls out. 

"Housekeeping."

Lying naked with just a sheet covering me, I decide to stay quiet. The door opens as I strategically place my sheet below my waist, barely covering my manhood, grinning mischievously.

When Ama sees me, she gasps, "Gregory!"

"Hello, Beautiful."

Her eyes sparkle with playfulness. "You're going to make my job a lot harder knowing that your panty-dropping body is so close and available to me."

My brows raise. "Panty dropping?"

She bites her lower lip, and I harden at the thought of them around me. She's so sexy in her maid uniform; it's a fantasy come true.

She tries to focus on her work but keeps glancing at me. Deciding to tease me, she dusts the nightstand and bends over with her ass practically in my face.

"Grrrr, Ama. It's taking everything I am not to grab you and take you bent over like that."

She turns her head to look back at me and winks, then shimmies her ass before doing the same thing at the other nightstand. She's just out of my reach, so I turn over in bed and try to grab her ass.

"Not so fast, Mr. Gorgeous. I've got work to finish," she sasses before sashaying into the bathroom to finish up. Throwing off my sheet, I grab a condom, tear open the wrapper, toss it in the trash bin, and follow her. She looks over her shoulder and sees me leaning in the doorway, watching her, my eyes never leaving her impeccable ass.

My foot pushes the door shut, and Ama bends over seductively, wiggling her hips to scrub the tub. Coming up behind her, I kneel and place the condom on my hardness, then rub myself on her round ass. I set my hands on her hips and begin stroking myself against her. A husky rasp escapes her throat, causing me to growl. I reach up under her skirt and put my thumbs into her pantie's waistband as her back arches into me, and she drops the sponge into the tub.

I slowly move her skirt above her hips, lightly brushing my fingers against her smooth skin. She shivers with anticipation as I pull down her panties in one swift movement, leaving them at her knees, and then I bend her over the tub; feeling her wetness, I enter her warm center from behind.

Slowly and deliberately, we move in sync with each other, giving and taking freely till I feel her squeezing me as she cries out my name, bringing me with her as an explosion of pleasure rushes through my entire body. Her legs weaken as I hold her up by her hips, her body jerking in her ecstasy.

"Gregory, please tell me that you used a condom," she pleads, her voice shaking with the aftershock of her pleasure.

"Of course," I assure her, kissing the back of her coconut-scented head.

"Thank God," she breathes in relief.

I reluctantly pull out, immediately missing her warmth. She pulls up her panties and grabs her sponge as if I wasn't just between her legs. 

She glimpses back. "Now, can I finish my work?" She smirks, making me want to bend her back over the tub.

"Only if you promise to come back here to me when you clock out," I say as I'm already thinking about different ways and places around this room that I can fuck her.

"I promise," she says, turning back to her work.

I lean down and kiss her cheek before I leave, pull on a pair of gym shorts, and go to the deck with my book. When she enters the bedroom, I watch her change my sheets and make my bed, wondering what the point is when I'm sure we'll be wrapped up in each other there later tonight. She finishes up and gets her cart packed up.

Peeking her head out of the open door, she says, "See you in a few minutes."

"I can't wait," I reply truthfully, winking at her.

She gives me a pretty smile, then leaves to clock out and change.

I call room service while waiting for Ama to return to have them bring some champagne and appetizers to my room.

All I wanted was a vacation fling, but whenever we're together, my feelings grow. What the hell am I going to do?

A knock on the door takes me from my thoughts; I smile, knowing who's on the other side. Opening the door, Ama stands in a cute pink tank top and skimpy jean shorts; my eyes take in the magnificent sight of her.

"Ama."

"Gregory."

She jumps into my arms, and I kick the door shut. Our lips crash together, and our tongues move together in perfect harmony. Pulling her closer, I find it unbelievable how everything else disappears when my arms wrap around her.

Knock, knock.

Ama gives me a confused look, her nose and forehead scrunching up adorably. I mouthed room service to her before opening the door. She hides her face in my shoulder so the hotel staff doesn't see her.

He rolls in the food cart, and I direct him to take it out to the deck table while still having Ama wrapped around my waist, enjoying myself as I hold her ass to keep her from falling. 

"Anything else, sir?"

"No, thank you."

I hand him a tip, and he hurries out.

"Well, that was awkward," Ama murmurs against my neck, causing a shiver to slither down my spine.

I laugh, place her feet on the floor, and take her hand, walking her to the table.

"Mmm. It looks lovely."

While pulling out her chair for her, she sweetly simpers as she sits. "Thank you."

I pour the champagne, hand her a glass, and then take my glass; holding it up, we clink glasses. "Cheers to the most beautiful, exotic woman who has captured my mind and..."

Knock, knock.

We look at each other.

She lifted an eyebrow. "Were you expecting someone?"

I frown. "No, I wasn't. Wait here. I'll be right back."

I walk into the bedroom, wondering who the hell would be bothering me. I know no one here except Ama and Trai. Could Trai be here for Ama? I ponder as I open the door.

My expression hardens. "Stella? What the fuck are you doing here?"

She dares to smile at me. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

My face goes blank, void of emotion. "Why the hell would I do that?"

Fear crosses her face and her color drains. "I want to talk."

My eyes blaze with anger. "You left me at the fucking alter, Stella. You embarrassed me in front of my family and friends. I have nothing to say to you."

I move to shut the door in Stella's face as Ama enters the room.

"What's going on, Gregory?" she asks as her eyes dart back and forth between Stella and me.

Oh, shit! I think, knowing this isn't going to go well.

Stella crosses her arms. "Who the hell is that, Gregory?" Stella demands, scowling.

The sound of my name falling from her lips is like fingernails on a chalkboard.

"None of your damn business," I reply through gritted teeth.

"I think that I should go." Ama's face pales, and her glistening eyes drop to the floor.

Stella gave Ama a once over before saying, "I think that's a great idea."

My jaw clenched. "Shut up, Stella."

Turning towards Ama, I implore, "Please, Ama, don't leave."

She starts walking towards the door, and I gently grab her arm. "Please, Ama. I'm begging you not to go."

"Sorry, Gregory, you obviously have some personal business to deal with." She pulls her arm away from me and leaves, taking my heart with her.

What the hell was that? His wife? His girlfriend? I don't even realize that tears are flowing down my face until I feel the wetness on my cheeks.

Pull yourself together, Ama! You knew you were Gregory's vacation fling. What did you expect? I chastise myself and text Trai.

I don't care what you're doing, meet me at The Jungle now!

Her response is immediate.

Shit, girl! I'm on my way.

I love that I have Trai to depend on.

My tears fall again when I see Trai as I walk into the club; she runs over, embracing me.

"What the hell happened?" she asks, her voice full of concern.

I can barely talk as I mutter, "Gregory, wife, room."

Trai takes my shoulders and pushes me back, looking at me wide-eyed. "Jesus, Ama, did you say Gregory and wife?"

I nod.

Her face morphs from soft with compassion to raging with anger. "I'm going to kill that son of a bitch! Bartender! Two tequila shots!" she yells.

The bartender brings over the shots, and we shoot them down.

"Keep 'em coming," she demands.

After the third shot, regaining my composure, I tell Trai about my encounter with Stella.

"So, let me get this straight. You don't know who the hell this Stella is?"

"Not really," I say, looking at my drink, thinking I need another.

"So, it could be his sister, for all you know?" she reasons, hoping it's true.

"I don't think so," I say, convinced Stella is more than family or a friend.

She throws back her shot and raises it towards the bartender, indicating another round. "And he didn't seem to want her there?"

I shake my head. "No, I think they were arguing."

Her brows furl as she takes in my words. "Gregory also begged you to stay?" she questions.

"Yes." My thoughts go to the pleading look on Gregory's face.

"What makes you think that this Stella woman is his wife?" Trai asks as she tips back the fresh drink the bartender placed on the bar.

I shrug and toss back the shot. "I don't know."

Trai places her hand on mine and squeezes. "Honestly, Ama, you should at least talk to him."

"I guess you're right," I concede, even though I fear what he will say.

"Bartender! Two Red Stripes, please!" Trai screams down the bar.

As my eyes roll at Trai's brashness, my phone vibrates on the bar, and I look down at it.

Ama, please text me back. It's not what you think.

I show Trai Gregory's text. "I'm going to go outside and call him."

She nods, patting my shoulder reassuringly.

After pushing through the crowd, I shakily walk outside and press Gregory's number.

He picks up on the first ring.

"Ama?"

I get right to the point. "I'm sorry I ran out without giving you a chance to explain. I was confused, and you needed to work some things out. I need to know; is this woman your wife or girlfriend?"

"Hell no!" he exclaims. "Stella is neither to me, but it's complicated. I want the opportunity to explain the situation to you."

"Okay," I say quietly.

"Now?" he asks, his voice lilting with hope.

"I can't. I've... I've been drinking." I mumble as the alcohol I've consumed too quickly impairs my speech.

"Where are you?"

"The Jungle with Trai," I giggle, feeling woozy.

"Please don't leave; I'm on my way." His voice is strong and urgent.

"Okay."

I stumble back to the bar and plop onto a barstool beside Trai.

"What's going on, Ama?"

"He's on his way here." I shrug indifferently even though my stomach is churning with anxiousness.

"What did he say?" she probes.

"Stella's not his wife or girlfriend. He said it's complicated and wants to explain the situation to me," I say, then swallow my beer.

Her arm goes around my shoulder, hugging me. "Perfect. I'll hang out with you until Gregory gets here."

"Thank you." I smile at my best friend, wondering where I'd be without her.

She smiles back, placing her hand over mine. "Anytime, girlfriend."

As we finish our beers, Gregory approaches the bar. Damn, he's hot, my foggy brain thinks.

Trai pays for our drinks and gets off her stool. "I think you can take it from here. Call me if you need me."

She bends over and hugs me again.

"Thank you for always being there for me, Trai," I say, tears welling up.

"Anytime, Ama." She winks before turning away from me.

Gregory walks over to me as Trai leaves. They give each other a nod.

"Hey, Beautiful," his voice is soft.

"Hey, Mr. Gorgeous."

"May I sit?" he asks sweetly.

"Please." I push the stool towards him with my foot.

He raises his hand to get the bartender's attention and orders a Red Stripe. "Do you want another beer," he asks, looking at my empty bottle.

I shake my head. "Water, please. I think that I've had enough alcohol for one night."

A moment later, the bartender places our drinks in front of us.

Gregory leans over and speaks into my ear, "It's a little loud in here to talk."

"It is," I agree, then chug my water, hoping to sober up.

"Would you like to walk on the beach?" he asks, his eyes bright with hope.

"Yes, please."

He finishes his beer, throws money on the counter, takes my hand, and leads me out of the club. We walk down the beach with my arm wrapped around his to steady me, and I wait patiently for his explanation.

Several quiet moments later, I break the silence. "Gregory?"

He turns towards me. "Yes?"

"We were supposed to be talking," I remind him.

His eyes drop down to the sand as we walk. "I know. I don't know where to start."

I squeeze his hand to reassure him. "How about telling me who the hell Stella is?"

"She was my fiancé," he mumbles.

I stop dead in my tracks. "I'm sorry, what?"

He looks up from the sand and into my eyes. "I said Stella was my fiancé. This vacation was to be our honeymoon."

"Your honeymoon?" I say, shocked, wondering what the hell I got myself into.

"Yes, but she left me at the altar, Ama," he said, his eyes swirling with emotion.

My brows raise. "Why?"

"I don't know. I guess Stella changed her mind." Again, his eyes drop to the sand. "It was the most embarrassing moment of my life."

My heart aches for him. "Oh, Gregory."

"Please, Ama, I don't want your pity," he says, never looking up.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I gaze up at his stricken face. "I don't pity you. I'm just sad that you had to go through it."

His eyes won't connect with mine. "You must think I'm such a loser."

I take his face and pull it to look at me. "I would never think that. You're amazing, sweet, and thoughtful. You make me feel like a princess whenever we're together."

His arms embrace me. "Ama, you're so beautiful and kind. You make me feel like I'm the only man in the world. The thought of leaving you is tearing me apart."

My brows lift in surprise. "It is?"

His face relaxes. "Yes. Honestly, at the beginning of my vacation, I wanted to use you to forget Stella. Ama, something about you makes me not only forget about Stella but the pain she caused me. All I can think about is you; you're in my thoughts constantly, day and night. No other woman has made me feel the way you do."

He pulls me closer and gently brushes his lips against mine before taking control of my mouth. His velvety tongue slowly and sensually wraps around mine. I close my eyes, never wanting this moment to end.

He pulls away too soon and places his forehead on mine. "You have no clue what you do to me."

I smirk. "If it's anything like what you do to me, I think I have a clue."

He takes my hand, and we continue to walk down the peaceful beach; the sounds of the waves hitting the shore relax me.

"Do you work tomorrow?" Gregory says while looking down at me with a shy grin.

I smile up at his handsome face. "No, I'm off."

He sighs with relief and gently compresses my hand. "Can we spend the day together and try to work through this."

I give him a flirty smile. "I'd like that."

"I do have to have breakfast with Stella," he confesses with a frown.

My smile fades, and I tense up.

Sadness clouds his features. "I'm sorry, Ama, it was the only way to get her out of my room. Do you want to join us?"

My brows snap together at his suggestion. "What? No! I don't think that's a good idea. Especially not at the hotel I work at," I reply with exasperation.

His eyes dart towards the ocean. "Okay. I understand. Will you please return to my room tonight?" he asks quietly.

"There's no place I'd rather be," I honestly tell him as heat fills my cheeks and between my legs.

His eyes return to mine, and his face beams with happiness.

The following day, I roll over to watch Gregory sleep peacefully and take a moment to memorize this beautiful man's features; his full, kissable lips are slightly open. I have no idea where this is going, but at this point, I'm riding this ride as long as possible. As much as my heart wants this to grow into a relationship, it's not happening.

"Were you watching me sleep?" Gregory's gruff morning voice startles me out of my thoughts.

My hand covers my eyes as warmth crawls up my neck. "Maybe."

He pulls me into his arms, his morning whiskers tickling my neck as he whispers into my ear, "I never want this to end."

"Me either," I breathe while his intoxicating cologne from last night permeates my senses.

I feel his body go rigid before he says, "Shit. I have no interest in having breakfast with that woman."

His comment makes my heart happy. "Sorry, Babe," — I pat his shoulder.— "I have to take a shower. Want to join me?" I say, wiggling my brows.

He jumps out of the bed, causing me to yelp with surprise.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, grabbing my hand.

I giggle as he drags me into the bathroom; I intend to get Stella and his impending meeting with her out of his mind.

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