The Surrogate

I Love You

Wednesday January 12th, 2022. Mauritius, Indian Ocean.

It's day ten of living in paradise, day ten of spending most of the day wearing nothing except a bikini and sometimes nothing at all and day ten of getting to ogle Sebastian Vettel's hot, sexy body in a pair of swim shorts and writhe beneath him, naked, as they make love.

Paradise Cove Boutique Hotel has fast become a place that Holly never wants to leave. Life here runs at a blissfully, slow, relaxed pace and the scenery is all palm trees, white sandy beaches, secret coves and turquoise blue seas. The blue sky and warm sunshine is a world away from grey, gloomy London and cold, snowy Switzerland and it feels like she's on a different planet entirely. And as for the food and the cocktails (or in her case mocktails), she feels like she'll end this 14 night stay about three stone heavier - though Seb is helping her to burn off some calories with some energetic sex sessions.

She lays on the white sand using her towel as a pillow, her skin glistening with the tanning oil she's used on her body, her tan coming along nicely. Wearing just a pair small, black bikini bottoms, she props herself up on her elbows to see Seb heading towards her. She admires him from behind her sunglasses; his hair and body dripping after a swim in the sea. Like her, he's tanning beautifully, the curls on top of his head (he's not had it cut for a while) bleached by the sun and his blue shorts sticking to him in all the right places. He looks like a god and she finds herself pressing her thighs together as her body responds to what she's seeing.

He smirks at her as he sits down on a towel next to her, taking in her near naked form. She's too naked he decides and he picks up the bikini top she'd discarded whist he was swimming and drops it onto her chest. "Put it back on, please," he quietly and softly scolds her.

She pouts and raises a brow, "why?"

"Because people can see you," he replies, leaning over to kiss her forehead in between using another towel to dry himself.

She sits up and looks left, then right. Sure, there's people around but no one's taking any notice of her and she's far from being the only woman to be topless here, "I'm sure they're not looking at me."

"I'm not willing to take that chance," he says, glancing around them. He knows that he's been recognised a few times since they've been here which he kind of expected and doesn't necessarily mind but he doesn't want Holly to be photographed topless. Not everyone here will respect their privacy.

But she doesn't get that and thinks he's just being a bit over protective, "Seb, there's boobs everywhere, I'm not the only woman here with her baps out."

"Baps?!" he chuckles as he picks up the bottle of spray on tanning oil she's been using.

"Tits then...whatever," she waves a hand dismissively, "the point is..."

"The point is I don't want you ending up as some kind of sleazy tabloid gossip and your baps..." he air quotes the word, "...being ogled by people all over the world. You know how I am with my privacy and that of the people I love and care about."

She gets where he's coming from now and backs down, holding the bikini top over her breasts, "will you tie it up for me, please?"

He puts down the bottle of tanning oil and wipes his hands on his towel before taking the strings of her bikini between his fingers and starting to tie it across her back first and then her neck. All the while he's scanning the immediate area around them, just in case anyones taking photos. The last thing he wants is his love life in the media and although he knows he can't stop everything, he wants to minimise the risk. "Done," he murmurs softly, shuffling closer and ghosting his lips over her skin from her shoulder to her earlobe, "you know I can't wait to get you back in the hotel so that I can remove this tiny bikini from your body."