She simply rolled her eyes at him from her lounge chair next to the main pool. “It’s a ship. It doesn’t have keys. So I’m thinking you’d need to learn to sail before Brent would trust you with it.”

“So he knows how to sail, too?” Kevin asked, sounding a little jealous.

Jenna just shrugged. “What can I tell you? He’s a man of many talents.”

“Well, if I can’t have the ship, how am I gonna give Shannon her pirate fantasy?” He motioned to where Shannon floated on a raft in the pool in a lime green bikini.

“Let me talk to Brent,” Jenna said, taking mercy on him, “and we’ll see what we can work out.”

He grinned. “Thanks, Jenna.”

“I suppose it’s the least I can do,” she admitted. “Without your know-it-all interference, I wouldn’t be the happiest woman alive right now.”

“Damn straight,” he agreed, now that she’d reminded him.

And Jenna wasn’t exaggerating—she could barely believe all she had to be happy about.

Brent had decided to give up working at the Hotel Erotique, but he still retained partial ownership, including his beach bungalow. And that had allowed him to reunite with his family. It turned out his mother had been missing him deeply, and she and Jenna got along great. And it was clear to Jenna how much it meant to Brent to have his niece and nephew back in his life.

Brent had just started teaching a few psychology courses at a small Miami university, where he was also furthering his own education, pursuing other areas in the field. His hope was to earn a full professorial gig in a few years. Not only had he discovered he really enjoyed teaching, but his schedule left time to work on restoring the 1965 Mustang his dad had given him for college graduation—and it left summers free for island getaways. Although the Hotel Erotique was close enough to the mainland that even weekend trips were easy, like the one they were on now.

Fortunately, Jenna could write her historical biographies anywhere. Her current project focused on figures with notorious sexual pasts, such as the Marquis de Sade, Lady Godiva, and Caligula—and Brent was helping her with the psychological issues likely involved with each. She’d found it especially fulfilling to discover they worked together just as well as they played together.

Just then, Shannon came walking up the pool steps. “Is it time yet?”

Jenna checked her watch. Oh God, it was. “Yeah, come on, let’s go.”

The two of them were off to the spa for the afternoon. Afterward, they were having their hair done, and then they were going to a wedding: Jenna and Brent’s. Despite the protests of both their families, they’d decided they wanted something private and secluded that reminded them of when they’d first met—and a barefoot ceremony on the beach fit the bill. Shannon and Kevin had come to serve as witnesses—and to partake in a few of the hotel amenities while they were here, although they’d decided to keep it a game of one-on-one.

And so had Jenna and Brent. Despite the pleasures Brent had shown her through multiple partners, now Brent was the only lover Jenna desired. Brent’s life was no longer an escape into sex and Jenna’s life wasn’t an escape from sex—but there was still plenty of sex. They, too, never tired of enjoying what the resort had to offer—frequently spending private time together in the harem room, on the pirate ship, in the Tudor castle Jenna had only gotten acquainted with after her first visit—and when Brent was feeling especially dominant, he summoned her to the dungeon.

For their wedding night, however, they were returning to the Garden of Eden.

In the end, he’d healed her—but she’d forced him to heal, too, and she’d shown him he didn’t always have the answers to everything.

All in all, life was grand, because she’d been daring enough to go to the Hotel Erotique, and because he’d been pushy enough to give her what she needed.