Maggie was already shedding her clothes when she replied, “It’s a very . . . friendly community.” She laughed at the expression on Kamalina’s face. “I told you it would be a fun week!”
A man emerged from the villa next door, wearing a Speedo and sunglasses, and set to grilling seafood skewers on the barbecue. He raised a hand in greeting, black skin gleaming in the sun, intricate tattoos spanning his chest and the length of his sculpted arms. Kamalina tried not to stare but found she couldn’t look away.
Maggie followed Kamalina’s gaze and chuckled. “That’s Kwami,” she said, waving back. “He’s a doll. And let me tell you, I don’t consider myself submissive by any stretch of the imagination, but my word, that boy knows how to wield a paddle!” On her knees behind Kamalina on the cabana’s bi
