Bonus Epilogue
Lana had never been to the Caribbean before, and now she didn't want to leave. The azure water, the soft sand. The tropical fruit and the laid-back atmosphere…
But most of all, she loved seeing Max here. He rarely allowed himself to get this relaxed.
Right now, he was dozing under the shade of a palm tree on a lounge chair.
Lana had gone for a dip in the water. She inhaled the salty air.
The water was so warm here it felt like an indulgence, and even the scent of the ocean was different from the Pacific.
She lay back and floated, closing her eyes as the sun caressed her skin.
They’d only arrived yesterday, but already West Oaks felt like another planet. It wasn't easy for Lana to let go of her work responsibilities. She'd been just as busy as ever lately with her usual schedule of trials and plea negotiations.
She and Max had also moved into their new place, an apartment in a quiet building a few blocks from the ocean.
She’d insisted on paying half the rent, which Max had grumbled about, because it limited their choices.
But she was proud of her career, and it meant something to know that she’d contributed to their life together.
Maybe someday she would consider stepping back from her work if they had a family, but she wanted that to be a deliberate choice. Not just a matter of convenience.
But this resort? Okay, Max was paying for all of this luxury. She didn't even know how much this place had cost him. It was on a private island—she felt slightly ridiculous saying that—at an exclusive resort with only 20 rooms. On the whole island. She couldn’t even believe that was a thing.
She and Max had a villa in a secluded area, complete with their own pool and a stretch of beach where no one else ever seemed to appear.
This was their own little corner of paradise.
She felt completely spoiled getting to come to a place like this, and she’d decided to simply enjoy Max’s gift of this vacation instead of second-guessing whether she could ever afford something like this on her own.
That was the whole point—she wasn't on her own anymore. It was such a beautiful feeling. And not just because her boyfriend happened to be able to afford a swanky vacation.
Her feet touched down and she stood up, pushing water from her hair.
She started wading back toward the beach, where Max hadn't moved from his lounging position.
She couldn't resist ogling him a little.
He was wearing that tiny black swimsuit, and my God did he look good in it. Almost as good as he looked out of it.
Every day that she and Max spent together, they got closer.
She’d never known that a relationship could be like this, making her feel so supported and cared for.
Perhaps they’d been catching up on lost time, stuffing ten years’ worth of love and affection—and sex—into the few months since they’d become official.
Lana was pragmatic, and she expected that the passion between them might dull to a simmer with time.
But it wasn’t just Max’s body that turned her on—it was his smile, his intense personality, and the kindness he showed both her and others.
She loved him more now than she’d ever thought possible.
But with Max, she’d realized that love didn’t have limits or one set shape.
Her love could keep on growing and changing, no matter what came their way.
Lana glanced up and down the shore, checking that no other hotel guests or staff had suddenly appeared. Then she untied the bow at her back and stripped off her bikini top.
She crawled onto Max’s lounge chair, straddling his thighs. His eyes squinted open, then flashed wider when he saw her. “Wow. Hi.”
“Hi.” Lana ran her hands along his abs. Her palms were a little scratchy from salt and the stray bit of sand, but he hummed with appreciation.
Max licked his lips as he stared openly at her breasts.
This was one of her favorite things—that hungry expression he got when he looked at her.
Add in the sun on her back, the soft hiss of the waves behind her, and this whole scene felt more like a fantasy than reality.
His cock was a prominent outline inside his swim shorts. Lana traced her hand over the fabric, eliciting a low groan from Max’s chest.
That small square of stretchy material was straining under the pressure. Didn’t take much for her to hook a finger at his waistband and set him free. Max’s hips tried to lift off the lounge chair, but her weight on his legs kept him in place.
His dick pointed upward at the sky. Lana’s nipples tingled in the faint ocean breeze. Seagulls cried in the distance.
Max grinned. “Someone’s in a naughty mood.”
“Just you wait.”
Every vein of his shaft was clearly visible. The head of his cock was so flushed with blood it was purple. She backed up a bit, then bent down to give him a lick. She kissed his tip, then flicked out her tongue. He tasted briney like the ocean. He breathed out a slow exhale.
“You know we’re not technically alone on this island,” Max said. “Anybody could wander over. Or a boat could sail by.”
“I know.”
But after some of the things she’d gone through recently—being stalked, kidnapped—this felt like an act of defiance. Nobody was going to stop her from having what she wanted.
And right now? What she wanted was Max’s cock in her mouth on this beach.
Max had been enjoying their trip so far, despite a few worries at the back of his mind about work. But at this second? Nope. No worries. Bennett Security could be burning down right now, and he’d trust that his employees could figure it out on their own.
Lana’s beautiful mouth was stretched around his staff. Her pink nipples were as hard and shiny as gemstones, and the Caribbean Sea expanded behind her toward the horizon.
He pushed his bathing suit further down on his hips so it wasn’t pinching his balls.
He loved that Lana wasn’t shy about what she wanted.
And being here, in the open on this beach—he understood what it meant for her.
Hell, for them both. But this was a safe place.
At the worst, some poor staff member might catch a glimpse, but he had the feeling they’d seen similar things before.
It was exciting to be this exposed, too, but for Max that concept went even deeper than just this moment.
He’d never realized how exhilarating it could be to fully trust someone else with his heart.
Better than the thrill of negotiating a deal or taking down a bad guy.
Every risk was worthwhile, and so damned satisfying, if it meant he got to have Lana.
He’d even been thinking about bigger, scarier things lately… Like marriage. Like kids. Okay, that word still made him shudder a little. But each time he contemplated the idea it seemed less scary, because he’d be sharing the unknown with her.
But this experience, right now? Lana’s hot mouth taking more of him, her long hair tickling his thighs? Fucking hell, he couldn’t get enough.
She gripped his shaft, moving her hand up and down in time with her mouth. Pleasure ran down his spine and into his sac. His breaths came faster and shallower as she sucked him.
His eyelids felt heavy, but he didn’t want to shut them for fear of missing a single second.
She was doing an incredible job, yet he couldn’t resist placing a palm on the back of her head and bucking his hips.
His tip reached even deeper into her throat, making her grunt.
Spit slid down from her mouth along the side of his shaft, pooling in his pubic hair.
Lana massaged his balls with one hand as she struggled to take his entire cock. “Fuck,” he said. “I can’t hold back. That’s—”
He moaned as his cock jerked. Pleasure shot through his entire body, and his mind went blank as utter bliss took him over. Lana’s throat swallowed and her mouth kept up its suction as his balls unloaded.
The moment his dick stopped pulsing, Max grabbed her and flipped her over so she lay flat on the lounge chair.
His head was swimming and his limbs demanded rest, but he needed her to feel what he was feeling—this incredible release.
He didn’t even bother shoving his softening dick back into his swimsuit.
Max’s knees landed in the sand, and he tugged her bottoms over her hips and down.
Once she was naked, he shoved her thighs apart and dove between her legs.
She was saltier than usual, but a flood of sweet wetness met his tastebuds when he tongued her opening.
Her fingers dug into his hair and gripped the strands, making it clear she was already plenty turned on.
Max feasted on her gorgeous body. It was sensory overload—his own pleasure still radiating along his spine, the slippery softness of her folds against his lips, her moans and the sound of the surf.
The scratch of the sand on his knees only added to the experience.
Lana cried out, and her knees closed, thighs pinning his head as he kept licking every last pulse of her orgasm out of her.
He stood on wobbly legs, brushing sand from his skin and adjusting his swim shorts. Lana made room for him on the lounge chair, a punch-drunk smile on her face.
Max stretched out beside her, pulling her slender body partway onto him. But as he tried to adjust his weight on the chair, he felt it tipping. “Oh, shit—”
Lana shrieked as they toppled over into the sand, the chair landing upside down on top of them. Her face was mashed into his chest. She started giggling.
“We’d better get up before someone comes to check,” Lana mumbled.
“You don’t think this is comfortable?”
She pushed off him, kicking away the chair. “Sand is going into places that it really shouldn’t be.”
They managed to get up, and Lana grabbed her bikini top, though they had to search around for her bottoms in the sand. After a quick shower, they dressed and settled on their bed, which faced the open patio doors and the ocean.
Max had put a good amount of work into planning this trip—on his own, not with his assistant’s help—and so far, the best part was watching Lana enjoy it.
He still bristled at the idea that he needed luxury or first class treatment to be happy.
He would’ve taken a picnic in a random West Oaks parking lot as long as Lana was beside him.
But what purpose did his money serve, if he couldn’t spoil her with it?
“Think anyone will notice if we never come back?” Max asked.
“Hmm. It’s tempting. But I think your credit card company will notice.” She turned onto her stomach, folding her arms as she looked at him.
He touched her chin. “I’d give it all up for you. You know that right?”
Lana’s eyes lit up. “And I’d never ask you to. But yeah—I do like knowing.”
Max snuggled her against him. He didn’t have a clue what time it was right now, and he didn’t care. The only thing better than the present moment? All the possibilities in their future.