Tyrone had never needed a vacation more. Two weeks away from the boardrooms, briefcases, and nonstop calls. The Bahamian breeze felt like freedom itself — warm, salt-kissed, and full of promises. Each morning began with ocean views, and every night ended with music, laughter, and the intoxicating rhythm of island life.
But it was at Club Solstice where things truly came alive.
Tyrone had become a fixture there, always greeted like royalty. And every night, he found himself waiting for the same thing — or rather, the same woman. Ebony.
She was magnetic. Smooth chocolate skin, eyes like midnight, curves that seemed made to sway with the beat. She danced like the music obeyed her, hips rolling with dangerous grace, her laughter a melody all its own. Tyrone had seen many beautiful women, but none like her. Ebony didn’t just capture his attention. She owned it.
On his tenth night on the island, Tyrone sat at his usual corner VIP table, a glass of dark rum in hand, his eyes already scanning for her. And then she appeared — wearing a sleek, red dress that hugged her like a second skin. Their eyes locked. She smiled, slow and sultry, and made her way to him.
“Been waitin’ for me?” she teased, sliding into his lap like she belonged there.
“Every night,” Tyrone said, his voice deep, his fingers already tracing the line of her thigh. “And every morning after.”
She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “Then let’s not waste another second.”
The club faded behind them, a blur of music and neon as they slipped away into the humid night. Her place was nearby, a tucked-away villa nestled beneath swaying palms and moonlight. As soon as the door closed behind them, all pretense melted.
Ebony pushed him back against the wall, her kiss fierce, her hands unbuttoning his shirt with hungry precision. He growled against her mouth, lifting her easily and carrying her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the sheets like a man possessed.
Clothes disappeared like magic. Skin met skin, hot and electric. Her moans echoed off the walls, mixing with the sound of the waves outside. Tyrone took his time, exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way her body responded to his touch, his mouth, his name on her lips.
They didn’t stop with just one round. The night stretched into something wild and endless. They moved like fire and gasoline, like they’d been waiting their whole lives for this one moment.
As the sun began to rise over the ocean, casting golden light through the blinds, Tyrone lay beside her, her head on his chest, their bodies still tangled.
“You gonna come back tomorrow night?” she whispered sleepily.
Tyrone smiled, running a hand through her curls. “Baby, I’m not leavin’ until you give me a reason to.”
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