<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429993_455779984471363_2090031856_n.jpg)</div>It wouldn't do to let such a luscious kiss go to waste. His muse certainly thought so and chastised him quite brutally. "You bone-headed brat," was about the only phrase that escaped the littany of swear words, in six languages no less.<br/><br/>The deluge continued as he marveled at the retreating figue and how her ass seemed to be calling out to him. A siren leading him to his inevitable doom. He wasnt such easy quarry, even if his inner voice had become severely infatuated with the young Italian tart. "Run, you dumbfuck. We can still catch her. She'll still be wet. Oh, please let her be wet!" He resisted effortlessly, but was happy to lead Naomi in the opposite direction, heaving a naughty little sigh as he watched her fade back into the world.<br/><br/>He hadn't given her anywhere near the scrutiny she readily received and that was not bound to go down well.<br/><br/>Not that he had totally abstained. Those legs will tempt Gods into waging war. What chance did men have? Least of all one who knew what they were capable of. His muse whirred into action again, finally recognizing his scheme and reinforcing his stoic demeanor with memories if Cancun. The yacht swam into view, then him snaring a fleeing Naomi on the deck and fucking her without the slighted care of who might stumble onto their stretch of sea. His cock strained unashamedly against his trousers and a delicious little pulse rang through it as he heard another familiar voice.<br/><br/>"Steph?!" he made sure his tone jumped and jangled with glee. "Over here," his eyes sparkled with a specific brand of mischief. One that had made Naomi jelly-legged several times in the past. It was his secret weapon and he was always terribly liberal with it. But never towards the others.<br/><br/>And if that wasn't going to drive her into launching herself at him, he grabbed Steph, plunged into her lips and turned his back on his<em>mommy</em><br/><br/>"Is she watching?" he breathed through the torrid tangle.<br/><br/>Amid this all-consuming tease though, none of them had noticed Manuel's phone buzzing. None of them realized that Dinara was on her way to the bungalow.