Page 22 of Kidnapped By the Boss
A romantic smile smoothed across Katya’s face and she gave me a sweet kiss before curling against me, and enjoying the show while the afternoon sun moved over to prepare for sunset. Once the performance was over, the band left and Katya and I checked into our “room” to wash up before dinner. I made Katya keep her eyes closed to a majority of the changes that I wanted to surprise her with later, and just led her to the bathroom where a dress I’d bought her was hanging up. I changed suits while she got dressed in her perfectly fitting, sherbet-orange wrap dress, that matched the button up I was wearing under a deep emerald vest.
“I don’t have any shoes to match though,” she said.
“You don’t need them.” I folded my hands over her eyes and walked her back out to the pool where our dinner table had been set up in the sand, along with candles everywhere, lighting up the early evening. “Sunset dinner on the beach?”
Katya just gave me the most bewildered look. “Where have you been hiding the man who planned all of this?”
I laughed. “I guess I was saving up.”
It wasn’t Barbados, but any situation where I could enjoy a candlelit dinner with Katya while the sunset behind her felt perfectly luxurious and special. We laughed and talked and just enjoyed being together. Husband and wife, without any of the stress of the world we’d departed from.
“So…” she said. “This has all been incredible. Tell me, is there anything else planned after dinner? Any more surprises waiting just around the corner?”
“Nosurprisesper se, however…” I looked over at the pool. “I think it’s safe to say weabsolutelywould have taken a night skinny dip in the ocean.”
She looked at the water and smiled. “That’s why the wrap dress and no shoes.”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
After gulping down the final sip of her wine, Katya stood up from the table and started to unwrap her dress. I leaned back in my chair and kept my eyes on her as she put on a show of her own for me, slowly taking her dress off and draping it over her chair, before undoing her strapless bra and stepping out of her thong. She walked to the edge of the pool and did a beautiful dive into it, giving me a spectacular view of her entire, naked body glistening in the moonlight before splashing up near me.
“You’re not going to make me enjoy this all by myself, are you?”
As quickly as I could, I disrobed myself and jumped into the water, quickly scooping my wife into my arms. We melted into a kiss as the warm water swirled around us, and for the fact that we had to give up our honeymoon, this was about as delightful as I could imagine given the circumstances.
“Skinny dippingdoesinclude having sex in the pool right?” Katya asked, buzzing from her wine and glowing from all the romance.
“If you want it to, it does,” I replied.
She gave me a dark look and started pulling me back towards the edge of the pool. “I want it to.”