Hunted Honeymoon (sample Chapters: full book on Amazon/from the Author)

Chapter 27

The following morning, Megan woke up to the sweet, tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed green tea on the bedside table. Beside it was a note from Richard:"Drink and then join me down here, the water's divine!"

Wondering where he was, she looked down at the glass floor where a part of the underwater lagoon can be seen. She saw Richard at a distance, floating on his back in the water.

Megan sipped her tea slowly, then changed into her bikini, before going out to the open veranda and plunging herself into the clear, blue green water.

The water was cold, but not too much. It infused her with fresh new energy as she roamed her eyes around the idyllic setting of multi-hued waters, intimate white coral sand beach and carefully preserved natural beauty of the small tropical island. It was peaceful and tranquil. Most of all, there were no people around. Definitely, infinitely better than Paris.

Richard appeared beside her, grabbing her by the waist and kissing her briefly on the lips. "Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Good mor. . ." she started to say. Then she screamed. "Richard!"

"What?" He asked innocently.

"You don't have anything on!" She caught a glimpse of his swimming trunks drifting behind him.

Impishly, he grinned without shame. "Are you complaining?" He pulled her closer until there was no space between them, the proof of his passion physically evident.

"No. Not complaining at all," she chuckled, allowing him access to her neck and shoulders with feather light kisses that instantly elicited moans of pleasure from her.

"And you, honey, have too much on," Richard grunted, transferring his lips to her inviting mouth, kissing her feverishly. At the same time, his hands worked at untying her bikini top. The scanty piece of clothing floated away from them.

"It's. . . so. . . beautiful. . . here, honey," Megan throatily rasped when he bent his head, his lips travelling down to the hollow at the base of her neck, making her toes curl and her entire body heat up despite the cool water.

"You're more beautiful. . . never more beautiful than now." Hishands cupped her breasts, before his head submerged into the water, his intent clear and certain.

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"Should we tell them?"

"Do you want to get killed? Nah. . . let them be. Let's go back home, I believe they'll be fine by themselves."

"If you say so."

Two pairs of feet shuffled as they pushed and pulled equipments and put them into their proper carts.

"Uh . . Paul?"

"Yes, Walter?"

"Would you mind turning the microphones off?"

"Are you sure? They might need our help or something."

The moans and whispers were getting louder by the second.

"Paul! Turn the microphone off!"

"Okay, okay! Geez!"

Click.