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behind her neck and let the sarong float to the ground, where it formed a puddle at her feet. She stood naked, silhouetted against the ocean background, the curve of her waist catching the last golden light that bounced off the water.
    Jasper Duncliffe gazed at her admiringly. Everything about Trixie fascinated him. She was unpredictable, spontaneous, fun-loving and wild. She was also beautiful, with wide indigo eyes and curves in all the right places. She approached him, without taking her gaze off him, and he put his guitar aside and felt himself straining his jeans with desire.
    She stepped into the boat. It rocked gently but not enough to unbalance her. Both knew there was a danger of being discovered, but for two people flouting the rules at every turn, the thought of being caught only heightened their excitement. She sat astride him and put her hands on the sides of the boat to steady herself. Then she lowered her face and placed her lips on his, her long hair forming a curtain around them that smelt of the sea. ‘You’re all mine,’ she breathed and he felt her smile against his face. It was true; he couldn’t move much, pinned to the boat. He slid his hands around her neck and caressed her jaw with his thumbs.
    ‘You can have me body and soul, Trixie,’ he whispered. ‘As often as you like.’
    ‘I love the way you speak, Jasper.’
    ‘Why? You said your parents are English.’ He moved his hands down to her breasts and lightly brushed her nipples.
    Catching her breath, she arched her back like a cat. ‘But they don’t talk like you do. I like the way you talk.’
    He pulled her head down and kissed her passionately. Impatient to feel him inside her, she fumbled with his belt and released him. He let out a deep groan as he was swallowed into her warm body. She moved on top of him without inhibition, tossing her head and flicking her hair as the desire built and she lost herself. He held her hips but was unable to control her. At last he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her face down to his. ‘Not so fast,’ he said. ‘If you’re going to be on top you must do as I say.’
    ‘I like your assertiveness, Mr Duncliffe.’
    He laughed. ‘I like the sound of that.’
    ‘What? Mr Duncliffe. Sounds very ordinary to me.’
    ‘That’s why I like it.’ He pressed his mouth to hers before she could distract him further, and kissed her deeply.
    Some time later they sat in the boat sharing a joint of marijuana. It was now twilight. The sun had sunk behind the horizon and the sea was calm. Trixie was feeling pleasantly lightheaded and relaxed. ‘I like this time of day, don’t you?’
    ‘Sure, it’s beautiful,’ Jasper replied. She fed him the joint and he took a long drag. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting home?’
    ‘Not yet. I’m already in trouble, a little more won’t hurt.’
    ‘What’ll you tell her?’
    ‘Mom?’ She shrugged. ‘She’s a romantic. I’ll tell her all about you and that will distract her from the fact that I lied about the weekend with Suzie and spent it with you.’
    ‘You’re nineteen, Trixie. You have a job. You’re earning your own money. You’re independent. I’d say you can do as you please.’
    ‘Sure, but she’s very conservative. She grew up in a little town in England, fell in love with Dad when they were in their teens and married just as war broke out. She’s never been with anyone else. She expects me to do the same, but look at me, having sex before marriage with a rock star – and a rock star is not what most mothers want for their daughters.’
    ‘A rock star,’ he chuckled sceptically. ‘You flatter me.’
    Her eyes blazed with confidence. ‘You’re going to be a big star, Jasper. I can tell. You’re fine-looking, talented and everyone loves your music. I have a nose for success and I can smell it all over you.’ She took another drag and grinned at him through the smoke. ‘And I’ll be there, clapping in the wings, having known you before