Chapter 1: Porn-Fueled Balcony Fantasies
The humid night air clung to Simoné’s skin the moment she stepped onto the balcony. Below, the ocean was a black expanse, its rhythmic sigh the only sound apart from the blood pulsing in her ears. She gripped the wrought-iron railing, cool and rough under her palms, and inhaled the sticky-sweet scent of frangipani.
Inside the suite, the glow of the laptop screen painted Mark’s face in pale blue. He hadn’t moved from the edge of the bed.
“It’s not too late to close it,” he said, his voice tight.
“I don’t want to close it,” Simoné said, not turning around. She heard the click of the mo