The next morning dawned bright and clear, perfect for adventure. After a quick breakfast filled with lingering touches and stolen kisses, the group headed to the small private dock where a sleek motorboat waited. Becky wore nothing but a sheer cover-up that did little to hide her body. The men were equally minimal—swim trunks that were already tenting.
The boat ride across the calm water was exhilarating. Wind whipped through Becky’s hair as Ryder drove, his free hand between her thighs, fingers lazily pumping in and out of her. By the time they reached the vibrant coral reef, she was dripping and desperate.
Snorkeling turned filthy fast.
In the crystal-clear water, surrounded by colorful fish, hands roamed freely beneath the surface. Mason pulled her against him, sliding into her from
