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bikini and tugged at the damp neoprene wetsuit. “We should find Bill.” At least underwater she wouldn’t have to talk about what had happened. Brandy winced when she put on her right glove—the amethyst had cut into her hand. A few drops of blood came to the surface. Brandy hoped the sharks wouldn’t be attracted by the smell.
Ryan helped Brandy put her vest and tank back on. While she was strapping her weight belt on Ryan spotted the gem sparkling in the sun and picked it up. He could tell Brandy was uncomfortable so he silently put it into her pack. She’d find it later.
Brandy stepped into the water as Ryan put on his tank. He didn’t care if Brandy was embarrassed. That was the best sex he’d ever had and he planned to repeat it—as soon as she’d let him. He could feel his loins tighten as he remembered the way she’d come so violently, uninhibitedly, in his hand. Next time he’d take it slow and enjoy every square inch of her tight body.
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Just ignore him, Brandy thought as the boat took the divers back to shore. She didn’t know how to act after having sex with Ryan. No, she thought. That wasn’t just sex. It had been more than sex. It was as if some otherworldly power had taken a grip of her body and forced her to fuck him. She’d turned into a wanton, sex-crazed nympho. Brandy wasn’t very experienced. She’d only slept with two men and it had been civilized sex each time. Brandy felt her cheeks grow warm. She’d masturbated in front of him. Maybe she should just drown herself now.
At the dock, Ryan held his hand out to steady Brandy as she got off the boat. She took it uncomfortably.
“I put the amethyst into your pack,” he whispered into her ear.
Amethyst. Brandy felt a tingle between her legs when he said the word.
“What happened today?” Ryan asked, falling into step.
“I don’t know. I don’t think we should talk about it,” she told him.
“But we…”
“It was a mistake,” insisted Brandy. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I don’t know what got into me.”
“It was my cock.” Ryan grinned.
“Ryan,” Brandy scolded, looking to see if anyone had overheard.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want to do it again. I’m getting hard just thinking about the possibility,” Ryan said. “You fucked me harder and faster than I’ve ever been fucked,” he whispered.
“Ryan, please…”
“Wait until we get back to the hotel, baby.”
“No, I mean please stop. I came here to dive, not to complicate my life with sex. What happened was an accident.”
Ryan looked at her incredulously, stunned. How could she call that mind-blowing sex an accident?

Chapter Seven
     
At the hotel, Brandy went directly to the room she shared with Miranda. Everyone else stayed for drinks at the lobby bar. Brandy needed time alone to think, and what better place to do that than a hot bath? After soaking in hot bubbles she decided that she’d overreacted with Ryan. The sun was warm, he was sexy, and it had just happened. It wouldn’t happen again.
She was dressed in a yellow sundress and watching television when Miranda came in. “Hi,” she said.
“Missed you at the bar,” Miranda said. “We’re going to Palacio for dinner.” She flopped on the bed. “It’s supposed to be great.”
Miranda was slightly older than Brandy and also single. When Brandy had joined the dive club they’d quickly become friends. “So, what’s going on between you and Ryan?” she blurted.
“Nothing.” Brandy blushed.
“I’ll get it out of you eventually,” Miranda said with a laugh.
“How’s Jones?”
“Flirting with me again.”
“He’s creepy.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I’m going to take a nap before dinner,” Brandy said.
“I’ll wake you up,” Miranda volunteered.
“Thanks.”
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Brandy was naked. She was riding on a ship. The ocean was in each direction with no sight of land. Ryan stood in front of her, his huge penis standing erect. Then he was inside her, fucking her with