This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. Adult Reading Material ***** He fell on her, still clothed, wet and muddy, smelling like rain and dirt. He greedily pushed into her. She wrapped her legs around his upper back, opening herself completely to him. He was soon thrusting into her, his wet hair spraying her with water. She’d tapped that animal side of him she’d seen only a few times. It was the only time when he became completely focused on his own needs, fiercely driven to satisfy his hunger. The few times it had happened in the past, he felt compelled to apologize to her later, for being what he called a “selfish lover”, but she secretly loved it. She loved that she could drive him to it. And she loved being the recipient of it… Return to Cancún Lena Malick Terra stretched, trying to look over the throng of people, wishing she was taller.
