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I also remembered last night as she’d sucked me, teasing the tip of my member with her tongue. That had been the highlight of the evening. I wondered if she would be up to doing that again once she got hers.

“David!” she cried out as she shuddered from her release.

She rolled off me, panting from her vigorous exertion, and looked down at Mr. Happy.

“I made the right choice last night,” Ivanna said.

“Your English is excellent.”

“I trained for a long time,” she said and then looked pointedly at Mr. Happy. “We’re not done yet.”

“I had hoped not,” I said as I smiled.

She leaned over me, removed the condom, and took me into her mouth. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and closed my eyes. She seemed to somehow sense what I needed and sucked harder.

I had planned on dialing back on my sexual activities when I reached Greece. There had already been too much drama because I’d been thinking with my little head instead of the big one. I kept worrying that I should’ve at least looked up Princess Erika on the Internet before I bedded her. One Google search would have uncovered that she was engaged. With Ivanna, though, all thoughts of immediately dialing back on sex had flown out the window.

Ivanna tried to take all of me, which broke my train of thought. My pleasure quickly came to a head, and I erupted in her mouth. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed what had happened. I opened my eyes and looked at her as she grinned and wiped something off her lips. My stomach churned. I suddenly wanted this to be over with because it didn’t feel right.

I was about to tell her to leave when my door swung open.

“Some woman is claiming you stole one of … oh, shit,” Kevin said when he realized I had company.

Ivanna jumped up, giving poor Kevin a show.

“I must go,” she said, looking worried.

Kevin just stood there and watched.

“Get out,” I told him.

He chuckled as he shook his head and left. Ivanna got dressed and made a quick exit. I’d made it a new policy to at least get a girl’s name before I bedded her after the whole Princess Erika debacle. The funny thing was that when I learned her name, I thought Ivanna Fuck-A-Lot would be a good nickname because she certainly did.

After a quick shower, I came out of the bedroom to the smell of food cooking. Someone had apparently decided that eating at restaurants for every meal wouldn’t work. It was either that or the fact that when I’d been dropped off, I hadn’t seen any restaurants within walking distance.

“Dude!” Kevin said and wanted a high five. “Don’t leave me hanging.”

I planned to do just that, but when I saw the hurt in his eyes, I couldn’t do that to him. He brightened as soon as I slapped his offered hand.

“I’m making Greek omelets,” Ashley called. “Do you want one?”

“Of course he does, after all the calories he burned up last night,” Kevin said.

I looked over at Cindy, and she nodded. She would rein him in.

“I could eat.”

“So how was she … ow!” Kevin complained when Cindy smacked him in the back of the head.

“This isn’t some locker room. There are ladies present,” Cindy reminded her overexcited boyfriend.

“Sorry. We’ll talk later,” Kevin said.

Somehow, I doubted that.

I had no idea Ashley was such a good cook. The omelet had fresh spinach, a local sausage, garlic, green onions, and herbs. She topped it with feta cheese.

“Why are you single?” I asked Ashley between bites. “You can cook, have a full-time job, and love children.”

I listed some of her positive attributes. She flipped me off as her answer.

“No, seriously. This is good.”

“Thank you.”

“Did you get your condo taken care of?” Scarlet asked.

“Yep. All taken care of.”

“You don’t need my help with anything?”

“No. Just enjoy your vacation.”

“You sure? I feel like I should have helped,” Scarlet said.

“Like I said, you’re on vacation. Enjoy yourself.”

When I finished eating, I got up and gathered everyone’s plates.

“You cooked, I’ll clean up,” I told Ashley.

As I rinsed off the plates and put them in the dishwasher, they all packed up to leave. I guess I was getting used to the idea of not being included, so it didn’t bother me when they all left.

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I wasn’t going to spend the day inside, so I walked out to the pool area. Mykonos differed greatly from Monte Carlo. Instead of each house being almost on top of the next, they were spread out. They also looked virtually identical. They were made with white stucco, the corners were rounded, and each had a flat roof. Our condo sat atop a hill that overlooked the Mediterranean. I suspected they spread out the buildings so each had unobstructed views of the water.

A warm front had come through last night, and to the forecast said it would be in the mid-70s today. The skies were cloudless, and I leaned my head back to bask in the sun on my face. It was idyllic. I understood why Mykonos was the new hot destination for the rich and famous and why Zander had purchased a condo here.