“Honey, they wouldn’t pick the public pool if they were worried about being seen. That’s what this entire place is about. Come on,” he said. “I’m getting hornier and hornier by the second. The main pool has a bunch of those canopy loungers. We have about ten minutes before our food comes.”

“Fine, but walk fast. I don’t want to be obvious about it.”

As they passed, they could see three bodies through the foliage, but there were no gaping holes allowing a good look.

“Looks like two women and a guy,” Pete whispered. “That must be the playtime pool. Dang, we should’ve read the info Mona gave us. I wonder if that’s the only one or if there are more.”

They made their way back to the main pool, where there were a number of loungers, all covered in blue and white pinstripes. They were spaced about ten feet apart, which didn’t seem like enough room to Emma.

Pete sat down on one and pulled Emma onto his lap.

She laughed at his eagerness, swatting him playfully. “Someone will see us, and we just got here,” she said. “I’m not having sex with you out in the open until we know the rules. All the rules!”

“But look,” Pete teased as he nuzzled her neck, “there are curtains to shield us if we want.” He tugged on one end of a rope, and a thick drape of white fabric fell from the top, blocking one side. The light wind ruffled it back and forth.

“There’s no way that material is going to stay in place,” Emma said as she kissed him. She was losing her fight to resist with each passing moment.

“It will if I have anything to say about it.” He flipped her on her back before she could protest. Emma loved it when Pete was like this. It had been a while.

An intensity was there that hadn’t been before, and Emma relished it.

He kissed her, his tongue lashing hers as he began to tug off her dress. Who cared if the rest of the resort could see? Right? She was going to enjoy this. She plowed her hands through his hair. “I want this,” she whispered.

He groaned, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

They lost each other in a heated embrace until someone outside the lounger cleared their throat.

A second later, a female voice interrupted, “Mind if I join you?”

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Both Pete and Emma startled at the sound of someone so close. Pete sprang into a sitting position, and Emma scooted back, covering her bare breasts with her arm.

“Sorry,” said the woman standing in front of the open side of the lounger, lifting her hands. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But it looked like you guys were about to get busy. If you don’t mind, I’d love to join you. You two are totally sexy, even partially clothed, and I’m still horny as hell.”

The woman was totally naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the pool.

Pete’s brain scattered for a moment.

He was pretty sure he recognized her. She was a model—a famous one. He’d seen her before. She was tall and willowy, with just enough curve. Even soaking wet, she was stunning.

“By the way, my name is Mallory,” she said. “You guys must be new to Paradise. I haven’t seen you around before.”

Pete found his voice quickly, glancing at Emma to gauge her reaction to the newcomer. Emma appeared to be as stunned as he was. She was discreetly trying to cover herself. Pete had gotten her dress off in seconds, and her swimsuit was down around her waist.

Pete was bare-chested.

He cleared his throat. “Yes, we’re new. We just arrived on the island a few hours ago.” He didn’t want to be rude, but he had to ask, “Is this normal?” When her face answered with a question, he waved his arm between her and them. “You know, to have a threesome right here? Out in the open?”

She tilted her head back and gave a throaty laugh. “Yes, this is perfectly normal. In certain areas. But after dark by the pool is expected. I wouldn’t have interrupted you so brazenly without a proper introduction first, but I was just with another couple in the small pool, and the guy finished early, if you know what I mean. I’m still turned on, which I guess makes me a little bolder than I normally would be. But that’s not saying much, because I’m pretty bold all the time. If you guys aren’t into it, that’s totally fine. I can head to my villa. I have plenty of vibrators, and I’m perfectly capable of making myself very happy.” She gave another throaty laugh.

Emma made a sound in the back of her throat, and Pete turned. She shrugged herself up on an elbow and asked, “Are you Mallory Baldwin? The supermodel? That Mallory?”

“If you two don’t mind, can I sit down?” Mallory asked as she moved closer. “I’m starting to get chilly, and the bugs are out. And yes, I’m that Mallory Baldwin.” She sat on the edge of the lounger. “But I’m not a supermodel quite yet. You have to be paid big bucks for that title. But because I’m readily recognized—thanks to a photograph that went viral a few years ago of my boobs falling out of this ridiculous dress made of twine on a runway in Paris—I get referred to as a supermodel all the time. I have no issue answering to it. I actually have a contract negotiation with a major brand next month, and if I land that, then my lot in life will change. But, listen, we have plenty of time to discuss jobs. Are you guys in or out for this? If you’re out, I need to grab a towel and move on.”

She looked at Pete for an answer.

Her breasts were utter, pure perfection. His mouth felt dry. “Sure, I guess…I mean, why not? That’s what we’re here for, right?” he stammered. He and Emma were fully immersed in the lifestyle and had threesomes all the time, but their partners were always carefully vetted and their encounters planned ahead of time. They’d never had a threesome with a stranger, and never spontaneously. He turned to Emma. “Are you okay with it?”

Emma appeared flustered. “I…I think so.”

How did they say no to a supermodel?

“I’ll make it easy on you newbies.” Mallory chuckled. “No kissing and no penetration. Let’s just have some light fun, shall we?” She crawled onto the bed on all fours. She went to one end and dropped another curtain. “Let’s close this thing up. Then you guys won’t feel so exposed. But I have to tell you”—she moved to the next tie and undid it—“in Paradise, there’s a lot of fucking to be had by all. It’s expected. The only time we’re civilized is at meals. That’s why I love it here so much. It’s a kind of freedom like no other on earth, and it’s addicting.”

After the curtains were down, and Pete and Emma fully undressed, they rearranged themselves on the bed, Mallory somehow managing to settle herself between them.

It was clear this model was used to getting what she wanted.

Pete had a moment of hesitation. Both he and Emma were hungry and tired from a long day of traveling. He knew this impromptu meet-up was likely not what Emma had in mind for their evening together. But his hard-on was so painful now it was distracting. Pete knew he wasn’t going to make it back to the room without getting off somehow.

Then Mallory leaned in and closed her lips over his pec, tracing his nipple with her tongue, one hand caressing his outer thigh, while her mouth moved down his stomach.

He groaned.

It wouldn’t hurt to partake a little. This was what the lifestyle was all about. The advice the guys had given him about not having sex with anyone but his wife raced through his head, but he and Mallory weren’t technically going to have sex. She had set up the parameters, and he had no trouble following them. He glanced over at Emma one more time. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked her, his jaw clenched as Mallory darted her tongue along his abs.

Emma seemed to shake herself. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much of a choice at this point.”