Chapter 45

Cora was barely conscious through the limo ride to the airport, security and being ushered in to the comfy first-class section of the plane. There were very few others in first class, so she and Val had an entire row to themselves. A very deferential flight attendant brought them coffee then a full, surprisingly excellent breakfast, most of which Cora was too tired to eat. Val, however, had apparently worked up an appetite before their showers this morning. He ate everything on his tray and most of hers. They both turned down alcohol in favor of coffee though. As soon as breakfast was over, Val popped up the arm between their seats and patted his lap.
"Take a nap."
"What about you?" Even in here, he could barely stretch out his long legs. She couldn't imagine him getting comfortable enough to sleep.
"I'm good." He pulled a small ereader from his carry-on case. "I don't need a lot of sleep, so I brought a book to read. You, on the other hand, are still beat. I'd rather have you rest now and be awake when we get there."
"If you say so." She pulled a pillow from the seat on the other side of her and laid it on his lap then curled up across all three seats. Minutes later, she was sound asleep. She didn't wake until the fasten seat belts sign went on, right before the plane touched down.
"Feel better?" Val helped her sit up then snapped her seat belt around her.
"Yeah. I really do." All refreshed and ready to explore. An hour later, they were in another limo, this time on their way to their resort. They'd both worn layers, so now they were down to cotton slacks and lightweight tops, their sweaters and jackets stuffed into their carry-ons. Val look fantastic in black jeans and a soft green polo while Cora felt only slightly rumpled in her sleeveless aqua sweater over a pair of khakis.
The driver refused a tip, as did the bellhop who walked them right up to the special services desk. Once they were checked in and assured that the concierge would handle anything they required, another employee in a golf cart whisked them off to their guest cottage, which was, to put it mildly, stunning.
"I still can't quite believe this is real," she murmured as the driver carried their suitcases into the bedroom of the two-room bungalow. The sitting room was luxurious, with white wicker furniture and a ceiling fan lazily circling overhead. French doors opened on to a private patio, surrounded by tropical blooms, with a view of the ocean beyond.
"I know. But it would be awful to waste all this beauty by doubting it. I think we were both due for a little good fortune in our lives. Let's leave it at that, shall we?"

Val smiled and waved as the driver left them alone in the bungalow. Cora had wandered over to open the French doors.
"There's even a hot tub out here," she called. "As well as the one by the pool."
"Each of the pools. According to the booklet, there are three." Val flipped through the resort amenities booklet on the glass dining table. "One up at the main hotel, one down by the beach and one in something called the grotto."
"Wow." Cora shook her head.
Being pampered was so obviously foreign to her that Val intended to have a blast spoiling her rotten. "So, what do you want to do first? Lunch? Unpack? Explore?" Sex?
"We should probably unpack." Her stomach growled and Val smiled.
"How about I order us some lunch, and we unpack while we wait for it to arrive. Maybe change into something more...tropical."
"Then we can walk around and explore after we eat, eventually making our way to the beach." She gave him a happy, little lopsided smile. "Did I mention I love the ocean?"
"Just a time or two." Not that he minded. He flipped the pages to the room service menu and picked up the phone. "Fruit plate and crab salad sound good for lunch?"
"Heavenly. We can eat out on the patio." Cora vanished into the bedroom as Val called in the order. "Just leave it covered on the patio please." He didn't want a waiter barging in while he "helped" Cora change clothes. On that happy notion, he followed her into the bedroom.
"Oh wow." Val surveyed the bedroom with its plantation-style canopied bed, bigger even than a standard king. The posts weren't just sturdy, there were actually metal eyelets strategically placed and, as he'd suspected, the inside of the canopy was mirrored.
"No kidding, wow." Cora pointed to the open door of the wardrobe cupboard. One side was empty for them to hang clothes in. The other, though, was filled with unopened packages of condoms, various lubes, batteries and sex toys ranging from tiny vibrators to whips and restraints.
Val just gulped at the possibilities, his cock rock-hard and straining against the zipper of his pants. Where to even start? There was enough here to keep them busy for way more than three days.
Then his eyes landed on the wardrobe Cora was hanging up. Skimpy sundresses and tiny tops. Just putting them away was making her blush, and Val made a mental note to send more flowers to Marla as a thank-you for the shopping expedition. He unzipped his own suitcase, hanging up his one decent suit and dress shirt while his stack of swim trunks, shorts and sport shirts barely filled a drawer in the bureau. He left one pair of trunks and a tropical-print shirt out on the bed then went into the bathroom to deposit his shaving kit.
It was just as decadent in here. A walk-in shower, an enormous garden tub, even fresh flowers on the counter. More condoms and lube in one of the drawers. Oh yeah, Val was definitely coming back to this place one day. His brain started running flowcharts. Cora had another week of vacation. Maybe this cabin wasn't reserved right after their check-out date. He could afford a longer stay. He'd check with the concierge later then broach it to Cora.