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Tyler’s expression turns almost pleading. The weight of his attention sends a flicker of heat low in my belly. I look away and shake my head at Matty. “We can’t impose on your parents?—”
"Yes, you can." Summer flashes us her trademark, sunny smile, and bounces toward us with a spring in her step. "And Matty’s right. You guys need, at least, one night on your own. And we enjoy having Serene with us." She holds out her arms, and Serene goes to her right away.
"Are you sure?" I look from Serene’s smiling face to Summer’s. Serene definitely is very comfortable with them.
"Absolutely."
Serene wriggles to be let down. Tyler obliges. As soon as her feet touch the ground, Matty walks over and takes her hand in his. "Do you want to play football?"
She makes a face. "I’m a girl."
"So? Girls play footie too." Matty scowls.
"Oh." Serene thinks about it, then nods. "Okay, but you’ll have to teach me."
Matty leads her to Sinclair. "Dad, will you set out the practice cones for us?"
“Yes, but tomorrow."
"But D-a-d," Matty begins to protest, but Sinclair shakes his head.
"It’s dinnertime. You two need to eat and then have your baths.”
"Eww." Matty makes a face and, suddenly, he looks like the five-year-old boy he is.
"And once you're both tucked into your beds, I’ll tell you the new story I made up."
"I prefer to listen to my audiobook." Matty sniffs.
Sinclair looks at Summer with a"can you believe this boy?"look on his face.
Summer laughs. "Better go rescue my husband before our five-year-old gets the better of him. See you two tomorrow, post brunch."
The four of them troop off in the direction of the restaurant.
"That was unexpected." I turn to Tyler. His expression tells me he’s not surprised.
"You planned this, didn’t you?" I ask with sudden insight.
"Did I?" He smirks.
"Why do I bother asking?"
He scoops me up in his arms. I flush, glancing around to see if anyone’s watching us, but there are no guests in the lobby, and the receptionist is looking at her computer screen.
"What are you doing?" I hiss.
He heads to the steps leading down from the reception area and toward the path that takes us to our villa.
"Taking my wife back to our room so I can make love to her again."
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Tyler
I watch her as she sleeps.
We came back to our villa, and I made love to her—this time, taking her from behind. We napped. I ordered dinner, and we ate on the patio overlooking the pool. Then she climbed into my lap, pulled down my sweatpants, and demanded I fuck her. I told her it doesn’t work that way. That I set the pace. She pouted prettily, but didn’t demur when I pushed her onto the table and proceeded to eat her out until she came. The taste of her pussy and the sweetness of her cum were the best dessert I ever had. Then I fucked her right there, ensuring she came again before pouring myself inside her.