Chapter 202

Gasping for breath, she clung desperately to him, fighting the urge to surrender too soon. But it proved futile—the combination of his thrusts and her mounting frustration pushed her over the edge. Just as the peak approached, he captured her scream of ecstasy with his mouth, swallowing the sounds whole as tremors wracked her frame. Moments later, he joined her, groaning triumphantly. Spent and satisfied, they lay panting in the surf, hearts pounding erratically, lungs desperate for air. ‘Well,’ Elodie sighed contentedly, ‘that’s one thing crossed off our bucket list.’ Sunlight danced lazily through swaying palm fronds, painting shadows across exhausted features. *** In Dashiell’s office, papers were scattered haphazardly across his otherwise immaculate desk, the remnants of a business empire that suddenly felt trivial. It had been 72 hours since news broke about flight VA317. Seth burst into the room without knocking. ‘Boss, good news!’ Dashiell’s head shot up. ‘Did they find...anyone