Page 87 of Natural Impulse

Lots of sex. Lots and lots and lots of it.

But today, we were kicking back on the lawn with the other guests. Damian had gone home only long enough to quit his job and move his stuff here. I'd suggested to Eve and Val that Damian would make a great concierge for our expanding resort. They agreed but insisted Damian take today off and start his job tomorrow.

Like I said, life was perfect.

Mara and I were sharing a chaise, with me naked and her clothed. Well, since she wore tiny shorts and a bikini top, "clothed" was a relative term. God, I loved her body. I loved her, period.

"I'm ready for a walk," she said, getting up to stretch her lithe body.

"Yeah, sounds good." I got up too. "Better get some shoes."

She unzipped her shorts and pushed them over her hips, along with her bikini bottoms. They fell to her ankles. She kicked them aside and stripped off her bikini top. Stretching again, she said, "Mm, that's better."

I gaped at her.

Damian raised one brow and smirked.

While he was looking at Mara. Naked Mara. My naked girlfriend.

"Hey!" I said, smacking Damian's arm. "Quit gawking at my girl."

"Chill, Ollie," he said. "If you get bent out of shape every time a guy looks at Mara, you'll need serious therapy. Like, today." He glanced at Mara again. "Especially if she's becoming a naturist."

Mara nodded. "I am."

Pretty sure my eyes bulged like a cartoon character's.

She walked up to me and settled her palms on my chest. "Relax, Ollie. It doesn't matter how many guys look at me because I'm only looking at you."

"You really want to be a naturist?"

"I do. We both have to stay clothed while we're doing our jobs, but the rest of the time..." Her lips curved into a sexy smile. "I'll be au naturel."

"Mara's got a job here?" Damian said.

"Oh yeah," I told him. "Didn't you hear? She's our new marketing specialist. And she's also an entrepreneur in her own right, since she owns three apartment complexes."

"Damn, you really lucked out. Didn't you, Ollie?"

"I sure did."

Mara slipped her hand into mine. "So did I."

We ambled down the nature trail hand in hand.

Before I knew it, a month went by. Mara and Damian settled into their new jobs and excelled at them. I'd never doubted they would. Damian being...Damian, he couldn't resist bringing some of his Rom sensibilities to the resort. When he suggested he could offer our guests palm readings, I wasn't sure about it. I mean, that seemed awfully carnivalesque for a family-friendly place. But Eve and Val both loved the idea.

And of course, Damian ran with it. He convinced Val that he needed a special place to do his palm readings, and Val agreed. With Val's backing, Damian bought a freaking gypsy wagon, the kind that was usually pulled around by horses. And oh yeah, Damian suggested we offer horseback nature tours too. Eve and Mara loved that idea, but it meant we needed more employees to clean up the literal shit the horses left behind.

The gypsy wagon sat parked by the guest house, on the opposite side from the lawn, where all new guests would see it. The wagon had a blue, barrel-shaped roof and ornate decorations inside and out. The interior featured a small table with a gold tablecloth and lots of fringe hanging from it. Damian dressed up like a gypsy too, in clothes that Mara described as "hot Rom chic." His outfit seemed a little overdone to me, but the guests really did love his fortune-telling routine. He wore his uniform the rest of the time, while handling his concierge duties.

Today, I was greeting new guests---a married couple who had brought their kids with them. The twin boys looked about ten, but I'd never been good at guessing ages. Damian could guess anyone's age with surprising accuracy, which he claimed was "God's gift to the Ludar."

Maybe he did have mystical powers. Who knew? I kind of doubted it, but I had to admit his intuition was often spot on. He'd been wrong about me and Mara, but hey, nobody got everything right all the time.

Just as I was giving the new guests my standard spiel, reciting the resort rules and pointing out all the amenities, the door to Damian's wagon swung open and he hopped down the steps.

"Who is that?" the wife asked, her expression turning very, very appreciative.