Lena pulled Julian toward the black, sea worn works that he had pointed out. It led to a secluded little area, almost a hidden cove or grotto, with a look that screamed lovers. She stood for a moment just looking out into the ocean. Every now and then, a wave would crash against the bigger rocks and send salt spray into the air.<br/><br/>"It's gorgeous Julian," she said. Then with an evil little grin, she pulled him down onto the sand. If you stood off even fifteen feet on the beach, you wouldn't be able to see them. Her eager hands were already unfastening his zipper and tugging at his belt.