LOVING HER SOUL MATE (48 page)

John almost laughed.
 
“Well,
Mrs. Malone,” he said, pulling her closer, kissing her in quick kisses, “I came
here to see the beautiful beaches, to collect the gorgeous seashells, and to fuck
my wife silly.
 
Now you have two minutes
to decide.
 
Me, in bed,
with you, right now, or you and your seashells alone on this beach.”

Shay dropped those seashells so fast they slammed into the
sand.
 
They both laughed and then began
running, hand in hand, toward their magnificent beachfront hotel.
 
They were in love, throbbing with desire, and
finally, at least for right now, as free as birds.