Page 89 of The Taste of Deceit

She nods without missing a beat.

“Making babies takes effort.”

“It does, huh?”

“Mhm.” Her fingers skim over my snake tattoo. “I’m just saying, we should probably be very dedicated to the process.”

I shake my head, smiling.

“Well, I can’t argue with that logic.”

She gets off my lap and reaches for her dress.

“Come on.”

I watch her pull it over her head.

“Where are we going?”

“The beach.”

I laugh.

“We were just there.”

“I know.”

She walks over to my side of the bed and holds out both hands.

“Get up.”

I slip my hands into hers and let her pull me to my feet. She bends to grab my shorts and T-shirt from the floor, tossing them against my chest.

“Get dressed.”

“Bossy.”

“You love it.”

“I really do.”

By the time I’ve pulled on my clothes, she’s already waiting by the sliding glass doors. She reaches for my hand the second I join her.

The warm night air wraps around us as we step onto the patio. The beach sits just beyond it, waves rolling lazily onto the shore beneath the moonlight. Most of the resort has gone quiet. A few lights glow from neighboring villas, and music drifts faintly from one of the bars farther down the beach, but our stretch of sand is empty.

I glance over at her.

“You gonna tell me what we’re doing?”

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she slips off her sandals and leaves them in the sand. Then she turns to face me. I stop walking. She slides the dress over her head. She tosses it, and it lands square in my face.

I peel the dress off my head, and by the time I look up, she’s already halfway to the water. Fuck. She’s going to kill me.

She glances over her shoulder, moonlight washing over bare skin, the diamond on her left hand catching the light.

“You joining me?”

I don’t even hesitate. I start pulling my clothes off. Sarah watches with a satisfied smile as my shirt lands beside her dress.