Chapter 5

Nadia had to hand it to her wife: when Eva promised something, she delivered.

"Absolutely stunning." Nadia pulled her knees up to her chest and gazed out at the noontime sea. A cloudless sky promised more sun and warmth as the Pacific Ocean gently churned. Surfers glided to shore as boats drifted by in the distance. Around Nadia and Eva, the off-white linen of the cabana curtains fluttered in the sea breeze. Even the cabana cushions were heavenly soft! "I can't believe you swung this at the last minute."

Eva reclined on her side of the cabana bed. "You might be surprised." Her toes parted the curtain and extended in the next breeze. "What the website says is available and what's actually available can vary. Sometimes wildly." Eva rolled onto her side, hand wrapping around her wife's thigh. "Also, my family has owned our condo for so long that the manager of the building gets us whatever we want. If one of us wants a cabana on the same day of the request, we get the most private one."

This was one of the few times Nadia didn't quip about such influence. I know when I've got it good. Besides, Nadia doubted that some middle-class honeymooners were booted out of their reservation that they had for months. More than likely, this cabana was bound to be empty for at least part of the day. The only thing keeping someone from renting it was the staff to back it up. If the Warrens wanted something? Few said no. They were a well-behaved family, anyway.

Except for Eva. And Henry. They put up amazing fronts that they were "well-behaved," but Nadia knew the truth. God, Henry and Monica have totally done it in one of these things. Probably most rich people had…

Suddenly, Nadia wondered if her wife had an ulterior motive.

"Have I mentioned how much I love this bathing suit?" Eva played with the blue ties behind Nadia's neck. Please don't bring up that you convinced me to wear a bikini… Both versions of this royal blue bathing suit now had a home in Nadia's closet, but it was the bikini she closed her eyes and pulled out that morning. This was the first time Eva had said anything about it. "Such a color is unfathomable on you. One of those times when I regret getting rid of the mining company. Because this is taking me back to when I only ever wanted to bathe you in jewels."

It was the rare occasion where Nadia was taken in by that kind of talk. "It is a good color on me, isn't it?"

"God, let me get the number of a photographer who can come over here right now and snap a few photos. If I'm lucky, I'll get some of you topless." Eva pulled out her phone. Nadia immediately went into a tizzy.

"I'm not undoing the top," she said as Eva took some pictures of her wife reclining in the cabana bed. Nadia ignored that. She had some boundaries to establish. "What is with you and trying to get me naked in public?"

"Maybe I want the whole world to know how hot my wife is."

"That requires showing some skin?"

"Babe." Eva slammed her phone onto the cushion. Her hand reached for Nadia, who rolled into the touch. Beyond the wrap of the cabana curtains, the faint sounds of people splashing in a resort pool reached Nadia's ears. Yet she knew it was the breeze playing tricks on her – those people were much farther away. Nobody could see them. Least of all someone who might judge them. "You know I'm not a jealous woman. You could do a life drawing class in the nude, and I'd be stoked that there would be twenty different interpretations of your hot body. Although mine would be the best."

"Would it?"

When Eva landed on her back, the front of her cotton shirt opened. Beneath it was a sheer tank top and the sports bra she had worn to the cabana that afternoon. "Yes," Eva said, "because mine would show my head between your legs."

"Oh, my God." Nadia joined her wife by lying on her back. "Everything is sex with you."

"If I put it out there enough, it will come true."

"You know I don't like it when you talk like that…"

The mood tensed between them, although the hum of the sea soon lulled Nadia back into security and Eva into good humor. "What?" Eva gently nudged Nadia with a soft elbow. "I love having sex with you. That's the kind of energy I want bobbing about in the universe."

"You know that when you talk like that, I interpret it as you complaining about the frequency of our sex life."

"Nads. How many times do we have to go over this? I'm fine with the way things are. Quality over quantity is also the Bomb Dot Com."

"God, jokes like that, and you wonder why you're not getting laid more often?"

Eva laughed. "No, I don't wonder!"

Nadia dragged her hands down her face, indulging in a light massage that reinvigorated her senses. "Speaking of jealous…" As soon as her fingers lifted off her chin, she was reminded of an unfinished conversation from the day before. "Tell me more about you and this mysterious Belle Cherise."

"Oh, God," Eva groaned. "I told you everything last night. Ex-girlfriend I dated for about a month. Only reason I call her ex-girlfriend is because we were exclusive for most of that time. It's been a dog's age since I last heard about her, though. You saying she was on the island and throwing a party made me look her up. Apparently, she moved here with her Japanese ex-wife. After the divorce, Belle kept the Honolulu condo." Another laugh fluttered the cabana curtains. "I had no idea she was even married! Met her, wed her, and divorced her in four years. That's how disconnected I am from some parts of that world."

"Experience tells me that marriages that last only so long do not include well-adjusted people. Not in your world, anyway."

"Either that or they weren't ready and rushed into things. Belle always liked rushing into whatever. She was one of those women who wanted to try everything. Multiple times."

"For example?"

"Let's say that she wanted to go skydiving. I abstained. The argument we had over it was the first sign that things weren't going to work out."

"She sounds like an interesting person."

"Have I ever dated someone who isn't interesting?"

"I'd say ‘me,' but then you'd go on about how I shouldn't be so down on myself."

"So, you'd be saying it to get a rise out of me and to gas you up?"

"Oh, absolutely."

Eva poked her head through the curtain. "I'll have to get in touch with her before simply showing up to her party. I don't think your friends realize that we used to date."

"At this point, I assume you've dated everyone."

"I kinda did, at one point."

Nadia propped herself up and studied the back of Eva's short haircut. "How many women have you been with, anyway?"

"What? Come on. You've asked me that before. What does it matter, if you're the only one I've been with since we first started dating?"

"You know I like to kill myself with curiosity."

"It's not good for you. See, I can handle it because I'm not a naturally jealous person. You, though?"

"What about me?"

"You get jealous."

Nadia didn't deny it. "I'm not asking what she was like in bed…"

"Good, because I can't remember."

"I'm asking what she was like. In general. You've answered it well enough."

"Thank God. I know how hard you are to sate when your bottomless curiosity gets the best of you."

Nadia picked up one of the complimentary water bottles left in a bucket of ice. As she unscrewed the top and took a drink, she said, "I know what a perv you are."

"It's one of the many reasons you married me."

"You know what? Fair assessment."

"Now…" Eva popped open the small bag they had brought along with them. Inside was a fresh towel, as well as some moisturizer, bug-repellent, and sunscreen. That last one is crazy important for both of us. If Eva and Nadia could bond over anything, it was how easily they burned in the sun if they weren't careful, although they both had different types of fair skin. "Did you get some of this before we left the condo?"

"I put some on my face, but I haven't had the chance to do the rest of me."

"Really? Here you are in a bikini."

Nadia grinned. "I thought I should give you something to do when we got down here."

"Oh ho ho. You mean I get to put my hands all over you?"

Nadia had already rolled onto her stomach, face pointed toward the ocean. "Don't you usually have such honors?" Just because "going all the way" wasn't on the docket every week, didn't mean they lacked intimacy. Or kissing… Eva was a top-tier kisser, and Nadia loved nothing more than coming home after a long day at work to make out and get felt up on the couch. Sometimes, it led to sex. Other times, that was enough to leave her content until the next day.

Besides, not like I don't love touching her, too. Eva knew her way around a woman's body, and that was especially true when it came to the judicial application of sunscreen.

When in Hawaii…

"Oh, no, no," Eva said with a tsk. "We can't have you getting burnt back here." Her hand, sans sunscreen, ran across the top of Nadia's back. "Or down here." She lightly smacked the underside of Nadia's rear. "Definitely not here. You wouldn't be able to sit down."

"Says the woman who has spanked me before."

A light thwack to the ass ensured that Nadia was wide awake. "Indeed. I'd do it again if you'd give me the chance."

Nadia ignored the thrill that gave her. Such things were always fleeting, anyway. "Are you going to put the sunscreen on me or what?"

Eva already covered her hand in the milky lotion. "Move your hair to the side, hm? I forgot?"

Nadia complied. Two seconds later, her wife's hands were on her shoulders.

When Eva's grip was on another woman? Absolute anarchy rocks the world. There was a reason Nadia's wife had been such a lady killer before meeting the love of her life, and it wasn't only because of the impressive appearance that Eva had every time she entered a room. Having the look is one thing. Being interesting enough to get women into bed is another. Nadia knew firsthand. For months, Eva pursued Nadia, asking her out on dates and making it clear that she wanted to make love to the quiet receptionist. For months, I shook her off. Nadia had no interest in dating heiresses. On top of that? She knew Eva's reputation in the national (and local!) sapphic scene. She was a heartbreaker. An orgasm-giver, sure, but a heartbreaker – and Nadia didn't have time for that. If Nadia Gaines were to get into a serious relationship – which was the only kind of relationship she wanted – then it had to be with someone down-to-earth and dedicated to a simpler life.

Instead, she ended up married to one of the most eligible bachelorettes in America, let alone New England. How that happened, exactly, Nadia still wasn't sure.

But she liked this. She didn't mind owning this kind of privilege. A private cabana by Waikiki Beach. A woman like Eva giving me a great massage… Because that's what quickly happened. It was always what happened when Eva offered to give her wife help in the sunscreen department.

Nadia didn't mind. How could she, when Eva was… well, Eva!

"Now you know I have to get in under here…" She deftly untied the back of Nadia's bikini top, much to her wife's chagrin. "See? Can't have any weird tan lines here. Everyone will stare, and I can't have that."

Nadia rolled her eyes. "People stare at us already. That's what happens when we look as different as we do."

"Something wrong with that? I don't mind people staring at you for other reasons."

Although Nadia mulled over those words, she was distracted by the gentle but deft movements of Eva's hands. The unassuming power behind them challenged Nadia to withstand how good it felt when Eva started getting into those knots that a receptionist like Nadia formed when she worked at a desk all day. "Oof," Nadia muttered, as her hands fell over the front end of the cabana and her face rested on one cheek. "People are gonna stare at me now because I am loose."

"Mmhmm. I do love loose women."

"Uh-huh." Nadia almost missed Eva's ridiculous joke. "Loose women love you."

"Listen to you. Bantering with me. It's like you don't even understand what I'm saying."

"Oh, I understand…"

Eva stopped massaging long enough to whisper into her wife's ear. "Do you?"

Time froze in that pivotal moment. While Nadia was aware of the rustling of palm trees and the soft surf coming in and out of the beach, she no longer heard the patrons at the swimming pool or the breaths within her chest. She did hear Eva's breaths, though. How could she not, when Eva always knew how to make herself known?

One doesn't simply ignore the 6'2 blond when she walks into a room. Nadia certainly had never missed the opportunity. Perhaps there was a time when she dreaded Eva's visits to the office because it meant being a captive audience for flirting at work, but that didn't mean Nadia never appreciated what she saw.

The most beautiful woman in the world…

She sighed to feel that massage again. Eva picked at something on Nadia's skin before flicking it away and digging the bottoms of her hands into the tenderest spot in her wife's back. Nadia could hardly stand it. Everything felt so good that she uttered a groan that instantly caught Eva's attention.

"I know I'm good, babe, but coming so soon?"

Nadia lifted her head and pulled some hair out of her face. Nails gently raked down her back. "More of this every day, please."

"You've got it."

Eva was not the kind of woman who could stop there, though. Nor was she hindered by the fact that they were technically in public. Once she decided to wrap her arms beneath her wife's naked torso, that was it: there was no coming back from the fact that her hands were on Nadia's breasts and a kiss on her shoulder blade, too.

"What in the world…" Nadia didn't know whether to laugh or chastise her wife for being herself. "Is this how you spend your time? Feeling me up in a private cabana in Hawaii?"

"What better place in the world to do this, lovely wife of mine?" Eva wasn't subtle when she brushed her fingers against one of Nadia's nipples. Great! There I go! Instant desire swelled within her as if this were a normal day in their marriage. If Eva ever had her way, it would be! Sex by the pool. Sex on the beach. Sex in a cabana!

For some reason, this was kinda hot, and not only because Eva was simply going for it.

"Trying to make up for the other night?" Nadia asked.

A fervent growl reverberated against her ear. That vibration went straight to Nadia's loins. Is she getting me wet in public? The audacity. Yet so like Eva, who had been photographed having sex with a Brazilian supermodel on a yacht. It may have been years ago, but Nadia sometimes looked those photos up – just to prove that she could.

(And because they were hot, although Eva could never, ever know that!)

"Let's do it right here." Eva's tongue flicked against Nadia's ear. "Nice and quick, before you get embarrassed because we're in public."

"You're trying to catch me unaware… so you can get in me…"

"Now, I know better than to jump your bones without permission, my sweet." That didn't stop Eva from pinching both of Nadia's nipples at the same time. A yelp was barely stifled by the cabana bed. Fuck me. Here she goes. "You have to be eased into it. One minute we're hanging out. The next?" Kisses pushed Nadia's face into the cabana bed. She knew exactly what Eva was doing, too. Buttering me up… turning me on… going straight for my bikini bottoms next. Yes, there went one finger disappearing into Nadia's bottoms. It was only a matter of time before it was on her clit and she was an embarrassing mess behind these opaque curtains. While other cabana dwellers are reading books and having private conversations, I'm over here getting fingered in the middle of the day!

"I think you like this too much," Nadia gasped.

"Problem with wanting to feel every inch of your body every chance I get?"

Nadia moaned into the cabana bed. "We shouldn't…"

"That's what makes it extra hot. The forbidden act in such a place."

"You mean in the cabana or my pussy?"

Eva's wicked smile grazed against Nadia's shoulder. "Both."

"I should have known."

There were parts of Nadia that hated how much she enjoyed this. Good Nadia, the one who followed rules and simply tried to get by in life without too much acknowledgment, didn't let anyone finger her in public, least of all her wife. Yet here she was, spreading her legs like the kind of loose woman Eva claimed to love. Some of those same parts that derided Nadia for doing this were the ones that thought they only did this to make Eva happy, like throwing a bone to the biggest bitch in the room. Yet that was Nadia absolving herself of any responsibility. Any guilt she experienced later could be traced to Eva's lecherous acts as if Nadia never wanted them for herself.

Yet she knew that wasn't true. She fucking loved it when the mood was right, and Eva struck like a snake.

"Act cool." Eva smoothed the hair on top of Nadia's head. "Nobody has to know that I'm rocking your world back here."

"You mean there are people out there?"

"I mean…" The conversation didn't stop Eva from slipping the whole length of her finger into her wife, who gripped the edge of the cabana and withheld a satisfied sigh. "Someone might walk by, but this is so private that they'll have no idea I'm fucking you in front of the beach. As long as you don't make any loud sounds…"

"I want to…"

Eva's finger was quicker than the words out of her mouth. "Oh, I know."

Nadia wished her wife would say something else. Tease me. Talk me through this, Eva. Yet Eva's silence as she swiftly brought her wife to orgasm in the cabana had its purpose, and it wasn't only to downplay what they were doing to anyone who happened to walk by one of the other cabanas. She's making me work for it… The finger in her body. The breaths in her ear. The pinch to her nipple and the tongue slightly snaking into her mouth as Nadia lifted her head for a kiss. They all had a part to play in the world of seducing Nadia into a level of comfort she often didn't let herself have around Eva Warren, the woman she married but still felt so distant from.

Sometimes. Not this time.

"Nothing prepared me for how hot you'd be today." Perhaps the moan eking from Eva's lips was also planned, but as far as Nadia was concerned, nothing had sounded so seductive. "I can't keep my hands off you. I want to hear you come in here."

Nadia folded her arms beneath her face and unleashed a quiet shriek of pleasure. When Eva wanted to get in there, those long fingers found a way. "I can't…" she finally said.

"You can't what?" Eva's finger was still. "You can't come? I don't believe that."

"I can't…"

"Or maybe you can't let me hear it? I think you can. My ears are very close, babe. It's not enough for me to feel your pussy grab my finger." Eva couldn't hold herself back from another kiss to Nadia's ear. "I need to hear you gasp in awe over how amazing it feels to climax in a cabana. Feel like the privileged princess I know you are."

Her finger moved again. Nadia squeezed her arms around her face. "We shouldn't be doing this…"

"Nadia, Nadia…" Before Nadia knew it, another finger had been introduced to her relaxed and waiting body. I'm a goner now. One of Eva's fingers was dangerous enough. Two? Call the ambulance. Take me straight to the morgue. "We can do whatever the fuck we want. In fact, we are doing whatever we damn well please. Unless it turns you on to deny that we're doing it… is that what you want, Nadia? To feel like a good girl getting turned bad? Or do you want to be your naughtiest self out the gate?"

In truth, Nadia didn't know what she wanted from this unbelievable moment. I want pleasure. I want to feel closer to her. I want to feel… wanted. Yet it went against the core of her sweet and sheltered soul that hated it when people took advantage of their privilege like this. The average, everyday Nadia that Eva met several years ago could never get away with this. She already felt guilty enough about taking advantage of a private cabana on the beach. To have sex? So flagrantly?

God, yes, it was hot – and it was exactly the sort of thing she fantasized about when her thoughts wandered in that direction as she fell asleep at night.

To actually do it, though? To have her wife's fingers so deep inside of her that she had no choice but to bury the sounds of her orgasm in Eva's hand as it slapped across her face?

There was no turning back from something like that. She had done it. She had indulged in the forbidden and got off on it.

Eva did not immediately remove her fingers. She relished in her triumphant moment. She got what she wanted. She can now say she fucked me on Waikiki Beach. As Nadia gradually came down from her swift but merciless orgasm, she once again felt the breeze fluttering past the curtains and heard that gentle, soothing motion of the sea. Paradise surrounded them once more.

"Maybe it's cliché of me," Eva purred, "but this is my favorite part of your body right here. Because I'm the only one who ever gets to feel it."

Nadia's eyes fluttered open as she gingerly pushed herself up, the bikini top falling away from her chest. "You're a terrible influence on me."

Eva's million-watt smile nearly blinded Nadia. Her fingers disappeared from Nadia's body. A towel was soon in Eva's lap. "Thank God for that," she said.

Nadia pulled her top back on and motioned for Eva to tie the straps. "I can't believe we did that. Out of nowhere, too…"

"That's the best kind of sex. You've said so yourself. Spontaneity is the spice of life."

"God, yes, but I also know you." Nadia looped her arm around Eva as they lay side by side on the cabana bed. "You don't fuck me in a place like this and not need something in return. So, tell me. Am I expected to debase myself here, right now, or can we raincheck until we get back to the room later?"

"Oh, I want it now. You know that." Eva tucked some of her wife's hair behind her ear. "If I had it my way, your face would already be between my legs. Your hair would look amazing splayed across the cabana like that…"

"Super not happening, and you know it."

"What if there was no one around?"

"Then odds would be way more in your favor, but I ain't taking that chance, Eva."

"Hmph. Was worth a try. Still… I knew you would say that. Which is why I shall settle for your wifely kisses. Because I know you've got some in you."

"That's settling, huh?"

"Trust me. I'm so horny right now it's a miracle I'm not humping your ass for everyone to see. So, kiss me before I lose my mind."

Nadia could at least provide that much, beginning with a tepid peck to her wife's lips before slowly immersing herself in the wondrous world of romantically making out in a private cabana on Waikiki Beach.

I love her. I really do. Nadia didn't need to make love to her wife to know that, but it never hurt.