Bajan Sugar
"Beach bar owner Coral shows stranded businessman Anthony that Barbados hospitality means more than just a free drink—especially when the only room available is hers."
Anthony's hotel had overbooked. Every place on the island was full for Crop Over festival. He sat at the beach bar, head in hands.
"Yuh look like yuh need a drink, sweetness."
He looked up into the most beautiful face he'd ever seen. Dark skin, full lips, curves that her sarong couldn't hide. She was all Bajan warmth.
"I'm Coral. This my bar. And yuh look troubled."
Three rum punches later, he'd explained everything. Conference tomorrow. No room. Disaster.
She studied him with those warm eyes. "I have a spare room. Above the bar."
"I couldn't impose—"
"Hush. Bajan people don't let strangers suffer." She smiled. "Besides, yuh cute when yuh stress."
The "spare room" was actually her room. One bed.
"I can sleep on the couch—" he started.
"Don't be foolish." She was already sliding off her sarong, revealing a body that made his brain short-circuit. Thick everywhere, soft everywhere, gorgeous everywhere.
"I don't usually—"
"Neither do I." She crossed to him, took his tie, pulled him close. "But something about yuh..."
She tasted like rum and sea salt. Her body was warm against his, all those curves pressing, inviting.
"Take off yuh clothes, business man. Show Coral what yuh working with."
He obliged. Her eyes lit up.
"Ohhh. The corporate man pack a surprise."
She pushed him onto the bed and climbed aboard.
Coral moved like the Caribbean sea—rolling, endless, drowning him in pleasure. That thick body rose and fell, her breasts bouncing, her moans mixing with the sound of waves outside.
"Yes, baby! Right there! Don't stop!"
She came like a wave crashing, and he followed her into that sweet oblivion.
The conference went perfectly. Anthony extended his trip.
Every night, he returned to Coral's bar. Every night, they found new ways to explore each other.
"Move here," she said one sunset, tangled in her sheets.
"I'm already looking at properties."
She laughed and rolled on top of him. "Good. Now let me show yuh what happens when a man makes a Bajan woman happy."
Paradise found.