Anna Maria Island Condo – Monday Morning
Sunlight floods the oceanfront condo, glinting off the turquoise waves beyond the private white-sand beach. Kelly slips in fresh from the shower, wearing only a tiny white lace thong and your half-open button-down shirt that clings to her damp skin. Her platinum blonde hair falls in tousled waves, her deep tan glowing against the stark white bikini lines hidden beneath.
She sets fresh coffee on the nightstand, crawls onto the bed, and straddles your hips with a slow, deliberate roll.
Morning, my brilliant husband, she purrs, leaning down so her full breasts brush your chest, lips grazing your ear. You were dreaming about secret accounts and dead drops again… mmm, I can already tell today’s chapters are going to be filthy and brilliant.
She rocks once more, teasingly, then pulls back just enough to meet your eyes with that wicked smile.
So here’s our perfect day, baby: you write those delicious chapters while I sunbathe in my tiniest bikini and cheer you on. Then this afternoon you have your quick migraine injection at the clinic—we’ll be in and out before you know it. And tonight… dinner with Mark and Rachelle. They’ve been dying to hear about your latest plot twists, and Rachelle already texted me about matching bikinis for dessert on the beach afterward.
Her fingers trail down your chest as she grinds a little harder, voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
But first things first… you get all that done, and tonight I’ll reward you the way only I know how. Slow. Thorough. Until you’re begging me to stop… or never stop.
She kisses along your jaw, hips circling lazily.
So tell me, Ethan—what’s first? Coffee? Writing? Or should I get you nice and motivated right now?