The moon was high, casting silver light over the dark waves. The beach below was quiet, the resort still, and everyone — supposedly — asleep.
Maddie stood on the balcony in nothing but a thin black satin robe. It hung open just enough to reveal the bare curve of her hips and the soft swell of her breasts, glistening slightly from the coconut oil she’d smoothed on after her shower. The air was thick with salt and heat and danger.
She didn’t knock. She didn’t have to.
Nate slid open the adjoining balcony door, barefoot, shirtless, a low, restless heat in his eyes the moment he saw her.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he whispered.
She smiled. “You say that every night.”
He came to her fast, his hands already on her waist, spinning her around and pinning her palms to the balcony rail. Her robe slipped to the floor in silence.
No words. Just skin, heat, need.
Nate sank into her from behind, slowly at first — his hand over her mouth as she moaned, legs trembling slightly at the feeling of him deep inside her. The air smelled like ocean and sweat. Her breasts bounced gently with each thrust, nipples hard in the night air as he drove into her with increasing force.
“You’re mine,” he growled low in her ear, “You know that, right?”
She nodded, breathless. “Yes, Daddy…”
And then — the twist.
From across the resort courtyard, on a third-floor balcony just barely in view, a faint flicker of movement.
Maddie didn’t notice at first. But Nate did.
A cell phone screen. The glowing shape of someone filming.
Nate froze.
“What is it?” Maddie whispered, panting.
He stepped back, pulling her with him into the shadows, quickly grabbing the robe and wrapping it around her body.
“Someone’s watching,” he said, low and sharp.
Maddie’s heart stuttered. “What?”
“There — across from us. Third floor.”
They both peeked out from behind the curtain. The phone screen was gone.
“Could’ve been anyone. Maybe just on a call,” Maddie whispered, but her voice betrayed the fear behind the thrill. “Or maybe…”
“They saw everything,” Nate said grimly.
For the first time, the secret didn’t feel so secret anymore.
But even as the tension crackled between them, Maddie’s eyes sparkled with something dangerous. “Think they’ll show Rachel?”
Nate’s jaw clenched. “If they do… we’re fucked.”
Maddie stepped closer, pulling him down into a kiss that was hungry, wild — and entirely unrepentant.
“Then let’s make it worth it.”
The next morning, the air was thick with tension.
Nate barely touched his breakfast. Rachel was in her usual resort-mom mode, bouncing between the buffet line and sunscreen duty. The kids were happy, loud, and oblivious. But Maddie? Maddie was watching everyone.
Every balcony. Every guest. Every phone in a stranger’s hand.
Her gut twisted with something sharp and electric. She and Nate had been so exposed last night. That shadowy figure across the resort — the faint glow of a phone screen pointed their way — it wasn’t paranoia. Someone had seen them.
And maybe recorded it.
Back in the room, Nate was pacing. “We need to find out who it was.”
“Do we?” Maddie said, sitting on the edge of the bed in a silk wrap, legs crossed, her voice low and calm despite the adrenaline humming through her. “What if it’s no one?”
“You didn’t see that phone the way I did. Someone was filming.”
“And what if they didn’t get anything?” she asked, eyes narrowing. “Maybe they’re not even staying here anymore.”
Nate rubbed his jaw. “I can’t risk Rachel finding out. Or the kids…”
Maddie stood slowly, walking over to him, sliding her hands up his bare chest. “Then let me find out.”
He looked at her, surprised. “You?”
She smirked. “You forget—I’m really good at getting people to talk.”
That afternoon, she wandered the resort — a casual stroll around the pool, then through the lobby bar. Her robe swayed open just enough to keep attention lingering. She smiled sweetly at every man over 30, asked about the best place to get a drink, where they were from, if they’d seen the ocean last night. Flirting, probing, hunting.
And then—she found him.
A man in his late 30s, balding slightly but built like he lifted more than just luggage. He sat alone at the bar, sipping from a tall glass of rum. He looked Maddie up and down like he knew something.
She slid onto the stool beside him. “You’re not from around here.”
“Nope.” He smiled. “You’re the nanny, right?”
Her heart skipped—but she didn’t flinch. “That obvious?”
He chuckled. “Hard to miss. You were… quite the view last night.”
Maddie’s smile didn’t waver, but her pulse pounded in her throat.
“You were watching?”
He leaned closer. “Couldn’t help it. You two really don’t care who sees, huh?”
Her voice dropped. “Did you record it?”
He tapped the side of his phone on the bar. “Maybe.”
She swallowed. “What do you want?”
He looked her up and down slowly, then leaned in, voice low. “Maybe we can work something out… off the books.”
She stared at him, disgust curling under her skin — but a new plan already forming in her mind.
“Meet me tonight,” she said, sweetly seductive. “Back balcony. Midnight. Come alone.”
He grinned like the devil had just whispered in his ear. “I knew you were trouble.”
As Maddie walked away, her hips swaying, her eyes burned with fire.
No one blackmails her.
Midnight. The resort balconies were bathed in moonlight again — but this time, Maddie wasn’t the one being watched.
She stood on the back balcony of an empty room, a few floors above their suite. She wore a sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to every curve — the kind of thing designed to make a man stop thinking with his brain. Her long blonde hair was down, brushing over her bare shoulders. Lips painted red. Heels on. Confidence dripping from every move.
The blackmailer arrived, just as expected. Alone. Smirking.
“You came,” he said, voice low. “Good girl.”
She stepped closer, one finger trailing down his chest. “I figured we could… negotiate. Woman to man.”
His eyes dropped to her chest. “You’re even hotter up close.”
“I know.” She smiled. “Why don’t you show me that video first?”
He pulled out his phone. “It’s all here. In case you get… difficult.”
Maddie placed a hand on his chest, pushing him gently into the lounge chair behind him. Then she straddled his lap, slow and sensual, her lace-clad body pressing into his, her lips grazing his ear.
“I’m not difficult,” she whispered. “I’m dangerous.”
In one swift move, her hand dipped between them, grabbing the phone from his pocket.
“Hey—”
Before he could react, she was up, stepping back and holding the phone just out of reach. “Let’s see what kind of perv you are.”
She opened his photos. There it was — grainy but unmistakable. Her and Nate. On the balcony. Passion, exposed.
She smiled, tapped Delete, and held the trash button until the data cleared. Then she turned, walked to the edge of the balcony, and tossed the phone over.
The man jumped up, stunned. “What the hell?!”
She stared him down, suddenly all ice and steel beneath the lace.
“You ever try that again? I won’t just delete your phone,” she said, voice razor-sharp. “I’ll ruin your life. And don’t think for one second anyone’s going to believe you over me.”
He backed off, furious but speechless.
Maddie walked past him slowly, pausing only once. “Oh — and next time? Maybe don’t jerk off in plain sight.”
She left him there humiliated and stunned.
Back in Nate’s room, she slipped into bed beside him, her body still humming with adrenaline.
“You handled it?” he asked, eyes searching hers.
She nodded, sliding under the sheets. “He won’t be a problem.”
Nate pulled her into his lap, hand tangled in her hair. “What did you do?”
She straddled him, whispering against his lips. “I used what I’ve got.”
He groaned, hard already. “Fuck, Maddie…”
“You like that?” she murmured, grinding against him. “Your little babysitter protecting your dirty secret?”
He growled, flipping her over, mouth on her throat.
“I love it.”
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