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"Shut up-" Maia gasped as Miguel opened the door. "Sand?!" He looked down in front of them. "Miguel!" Maia gasped as they walked through. "Stay wild." He pointed to the sign and she laughed at him.
They walked into the building that looked just like a mini villa. "This is so cute." She looked at the room with the swing chair. "Play time is crazy!" Miguel chuckled. As they continued walking around the mini villa Maia walked into the bedroom. "Miguel!" She called him. "Look." She pointed and giggled at the mirror.
"Pull here for a good time." He read before looking at her giggling. "You want to do that now?" He asked, shocked. "I just want to see." She couldn't stop laughing. Miguel pulled the door open and they both gasped. "Miguel, what the fuck." Maia laughed as he dropped to the floor.
"Maia what the hell." He sat up and looked inside. "Suck, lick, kiss, nibble, tickle." He read the dice and Maia laughed. "You want to do that tonight don't you?" Maia asked and Miguel raised his brows suggestively. "Maybe..." He said, making Maia laugh as she pulled the handcuffs out.
"I'm putting these on you." She said actively clamping them shut around one of his wrist. "Oh boy." He laughed as Maia cuffed the other one. "You're under arrest for being too hot." She said and then they both started laughing. "You are just too cute." He shook his head.
In the dimly lit hideaway, the steam from the hot tub swirled lazily around Maia and Miguel as they sank into the bubbling water, Maia's back leaning comfortably against Miguel's chest.
Miguel held up a glass of champagne, his other arm wrapped around Maia's waist. "A toast," he began, grinning as he looked down at her. "To us, finally getting a moment away from the chaos of the villa. And to the champagne that I'm about to pretend I actually enjoy."
Maia snorted, leaning her head back to look up at him. "You enjoy it? Please, I've seen you sip it like it's vinegar."
"Okay, fine," Miguel conceded, lifting the glass to her lips. "But let's see if you can do better. Take a sip and tell me it's not at least decent."
She wrinkled her nose but took a small sip anyway, grimacing immediately. "No. I've had better sparkling water," she said, setting the glass on the ledge behind her. "And at least sparkling water doesn't taste like fizzy old grapes."
Miguel laughed, reaching down to press a quick kiss to her shoulder. "Fizzy old grapes? You really have a way with words, you know."
"Hey, I'm just being honest," Maia replied, her voice playful. She shifted so she could look up at him better, their noses almost touching. "Honestly, I'd rather drink pool water. At least that doesn't pretend to be classy."
He chuckled, cupping her face and giving her a gentle peck on the lips. "You're impossible," he murmured, though there was no hiding the affection in his eyes.
