Port Antonio Passion

The Blue Lagoon was even more beautiful than the photos. But Dr. Camille Baptiste was more beautiful than the lagoon.

Owen watched her brief the dive, trying to focus on the coral reef protocols and not the way her wetsuit struggled to contain those curves. Dark skin, bright smile, brilliant mind. Devastating combination.

"Yuh ready, Dr. Chen?"

"Ready for anything."

Underwater, she moved like a mermaid. Owen followed her through coral gardens, trying to take notes, mostly taking mental pictures of how that thick body looked floating weightless.

She caught him staring. Even through the mask, he could see her smile.

After the dive, on the boat: "Yuh very distracted down there, Dr. Chen."

"Can you blame me?"

"No. Which is why yuh coming to mi place for dinner."

Her cottage overlooked the lagoon. She cooked ackee and saltfish while he opened wine, both still in their swimsuits.

"Your research is extraordinary," he said.

"So is yours." She handed him a plate. "But yuh not here fi talk science, are yuh?"

"I'm here because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Good answer."

The swimsuits came off. That body was even better free—thick thighs, soft belly, breasts that filled his hands perfectly.

"Tell me what yuh want," she breathed.

"Everything."

She showed him that marine biologists study depth in all its forms.

"Yes! Deeper! Right there!"

The cottage bed. The shower. The deck overlooking the moonlit lagoon. They explored every surface, every position, every way two bodies could connect.

"The research collaboration," she gasped. "I think we should extend it."

"How long?"

"How about forever?"

Their joint paper was published the next year. Their joint life started that night.

Owen never went back to London, except to pack. Port Antonio was home now.

Camille Baptiste, Dr. of Marine Biology and master of passion.

The lagoon blue, the nights hot, the love endless.

Scientific discovery at its finest.