FIFTY-NINE
Xan shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot in her new shoes, wishing she'd worn a different pair. Her body still ached from their lovemaking marathon, even after a stint in the spa. Or maybe it was the multiple encores that were responsible. Somewhere in her head, she'd made a mental note that slow and steady in a position Jason had called the anvil made for unbelievable s*x. Part of her ache was a desire for more, she knew, though they'd have to wait until they reached the island for that. Then, in the privacy of his villa or her unit or maybe even the honeymoon suite, she'd surrender and let him worship her body all over again.
At least she wouldn't be returning to Sydney for a while. She'd taken the time to call the Sydney hotel and tell them she wouldn't take the job. No
