From our terraced lanai perched high upon the cliff, we sunk into the relaxed comfort of a cushioned chaise and wicker ottoman. Enveloped by the night, the distant sound of waves below clapped in unison to music playing next door, the familiar “Auld Lang Syne”. An anchored catamaran swayed back and forth in the bay, sails moored down for the eventide.

In the still of the night, I slid to the cool tiled floor as Gerald casually leaned back and closed his green eyes. (Warning Ladies: Wearing sexy red intimate apparel can bring all kinds of delicious pleasure.) Lifting his fingers, he swept the tangled strands of hair off my cheek, slowly combing through them. As my lips began their caress, he let out a breathless moan. Muscles moved spasmodically from his chest to his throat, which was all the encouragement I needed. As our hearts pounded ferociously, a fire inside was exploding. Shivering is good, you know.