CHAPTER SEVEN
They awoke the next morning and made love. Like the night before, it was long, slow, and passionate. Chance had judged his young bride correctly. Despite her hangup about her virginity, she was a fiery beauty, just waiting for the right man to open the doors of carnal pleasure for her. He was grateful that he was that man.
Afterwards, they took that shower together. Each playfully sudsed the other, enjoying the soapy feel of their naked bodies. Then, slipping only into their robes, they called room service and ordered a light breakfast.
"Well, how would Mrs. Weston like to spend the day?" He leaned back and gazed at his new bride. "It's sunny out and the beach looks nice."
"Do they believe in nude bathing in Miami?" Tanya said, standing before him.
"Not that I know of."
