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fence.
    “Should we leave?” Amelia whispered.
    Michael shook his head. “No. It would embarrass them to know we’ve seen them.”
    “What are we going to do?”
    “Watch,” Michael whispered to her.
    Amelia’s eyes widened and he just smiled and nodded.
    It didn’t take the newlyweds long to get busy. The bride was on her knees with her face buried between his legs, giving him head, before Amelia could protest. Michael looked over at her, expecting to find her repelled by the entire situation, but instead he found her watching with fascination. A few minutes later, the woman straddled the man and moaned loudly as she sank down on to him.
    Amelia whimpered.
    Michael reached over and touched her hand and she gripped his tightly. Was she nervous? Embarrassed?
    No, the look in her eyes told the truth…she was turned on.
    Michael switched his gaze back to the couple. They had changed positions again. This time the guy was on his knees servicing the woman, who thrashed around on the chair, moaning quite loudly.
    Amelia’s finger rubbed the top of Michael’s hand slowly while she worried her bottom lip with her teeth. The couple moaned loudly again, and Amelia dug her nails into his hand. She scooted to the end of her chair, staring straight ahead, mesmerised by the sight. By the time the woman reached a climax, Amelia was damn near off of the seat. Michael touched her hand and Amelia blushed and sat back quietly.
    Michael turned his attention back to the performers who had once again changed position—the man had moved the woman on to her knees and was taking her from behind. By now, it was obvious to him that the couple were aware of their presence and liked being watched. He knew about those types of people.
    His gaze was glued on the woman’s breasts, which moved with each powerful thrust of her lover. Amelia looked like she was about to faint or come—which, he couldn’t be sure of but he was dying to find out. The couple finally finished up and sauntered back inside their room, holding hands.
    Amelia rose. “I think I’d better go.”
    “Why?” Michael asked, standing up and pulling her over to him. “Please stay with me tonight.”

Chapter Three

    Michael took her hand and pulled her towards him, her breasts against his chest. Amelia stared at him as he pressed his lips to hers.
    Her kiss was soft and sweet and not too demanding. Michael ran his tongue around her lips and allowed it to dart inside. She tasted sweet, like the strawberries and chocolate she had consumed earlier.
    Amelia melted into his arms, deepening the kiss and tightening her hold around his waist. “You feel so warm,” Amelia replied when the kiss ended.
    Michael lifted her chin and planted another quick kiss against her lips. “I want you.”
    Fire snaked into her eyes as Michael loosened the bikini top. Her breasts fell free. Michael backed up a little to get the full effect. Pear-shaped breasts with dusky-pink nipples that at that moment had his full attention. He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around one tiny bud. Amelia moaned but did not try to push him away. Instead she pulled him closer and cuddled him to her.
    Strange emotions went through him as he suckled. “Oh, you’re so lovely,” he said with a breathless sigh as he kissed the flat of her stomach. “I just have to see all of you.”
    Amelia hesitated a bit, looking around nervously, and then slid the bottoms of the bikini down her hips and thighs and then stepped out of them.
    A small, dark brown cluster of curls and a fresh Brazilian wax caught his attention along with her curvy hips and trim thighs. Michael turned her around slowly. What an ass . He cupped both cheeks and gently squeezed before turning her back around and pulling her closer to him, kissing her once again. Michael lifted her on to the table and then buried his head between her legs before she could protest. He didn’t care that they were outside. He just wanted to taste her so badly. And