beach. Aubree was glad they’d splurged on a private bungalow overlooking the water at their honeymoon resort. She was still getting used to the elegant diamond ring and the wedding band on her finger, but she loved being married to Matthew.
“You cool off?” he asked as he wrapped her up in a red and white striped beach towel. He draped it around her like a cloak and pulled her to him for a kiss using the towel to keep her body pressed flush to him. She giggled against his mouth.
“Yes. But you’re making me hot again.”
“Good,” he chuckled, that rich sound melting her into a puddle in his arms, then he ravaged her mouth. His hands released the towel and he palmed her bottom, squeezing lightly in a way that made her moan with delight.
“Matthew,” she said when he finally let her breathe.
“Hmm?” He brushed his nose against hers. His arms banded around her as though he wished to never let her go.
“What is a Vesper?” she whispered as she kissed his neck and bit his earlobe. His skin was slightly salty from the sea and his dark gold hair was still wet, leaving the strands to curl a bit at the ends.
“A vesper?” he asked with his eyes still closed.
“Yes, what is it?”
“It’s a cocktail.”
“Of course, it is,” she laughed again.
Matthew looked down at her, mischief and love in his expression. “James Bond invented the Vesper cocktail in the first Bond book Casino Royale. He named it after the first woman he ever loved: the beautiful and doomed Vesper Lynd.”
“Vesper1,” she repeated. “One for his first love?”
“First and only,” Matthew smiled.
“Could you make me one of those?”
“Certainly, but I have another drink in mind just now.” He scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the canopy bed.
The white curtains billowed out around them and the island breeze tickled her skin. He settled on the bed beside her and she couldn’t resist touching him. She trailed a hand down his chest to his stomach, feeling his abdomen muscles clench beneath her exploring hands. He caught her hand and raised it to his lips for a kiss before reaching over to the bedside table where a brightly-colored orange and pink cocktail with a sassy looking little umbrella propped in it sat.
“Up for a new hanky-panky challenge, wife?”
“Always…” She laughed and sipped the drink. “What is it?”
“Sex on the beach.” He was flashing her that naughty smirk that made her legs tremble in excitement and her womb quiver in anticipation.
“The challenge or the drink?” she asked.
“Both, my love. Both.”
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Legally Charming
Chapter 1
A man wearing only the bottom half of a Star Wars stormtrooper outfit streaked past Felicity Hart. She ducked out of the way as the half-naked frat boy whooped and bounced to the music, heading straight for a group of girls wearing white bunny ears who were gathered by the kitchen bar.
So this is what grad student parties are like.
Drinking, dancing, and insanity. Felicity shook her head, trying not to laugh. After growing up in a small town in Nebraska, she hadn’t been prepared for college life in Chicago. Talk about culture shock. She was used to everyone in town knowing not just her name, but far too much about her personal life. Even after six years of living here, being surrounded by thousands of strangers who knew absolutely nothing about her, it was still both completely unsettling and oddly liberating.
For the first four years of college and the past two years of her master’s, she’d hidden in her little shell. But a few months ago she’d met Layla Russo, a graduate student just like her, and they’d hit it off. Layla was the only reason Felicity had pulled a Cinderella and come to the ball. She would have laughed at the thought, but she was dead tired and stifled a yawn instead. At this rate, she’d turn into a pumpkin before midnight.
Happy Birthday to me, she thought and fisted her hands in the