During two days of indulgence on the island, David and Ada were entangled day and night.
They made love on the yacht deck, on private beaches, even behind secluded rocks, caring nothing for onlookers.
The thrill of this stolen pleasure was intoxicating, a freshness he had never experienced.
But every time passion stirred, as he held Ada's waist, the figure of Annie would appear before his eyes.
Her shy expression, her satisfied smile, even her desperate tears...
He massaged his temples vigorously, feeling ridiculous.
Just a woman he had played with for seven years. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her?
"Darling, still savoring the moment?" Ada coiled around him like a water snake, her warm breath on his neck.
David collected himself and pressed her hand over his heart. "Ada, des
