A work trip to Fiji. A grumpy Italian pilot. A plane crash. And now… we’re stranded. Half-naked. Together.
I was supposed to scout Fiji for a resort location on one of its many islands, as directed by my New York law firm. Instead, I end up crash-landing on a remote island with Rocco—the insanely hot, infuriatingly alpha pilot who makes brooding look like an art form.
My eyes are injured. I can’t see a thing. And now I have to rely on him.
He feeds me. Bathes me. Guides me through the jungle like I’m his to protect. His to touch. His to tease.
There’s no one around. Just the ocean, the heat, and the tension that won’t stop building.
We’re filthy. We’re wet. We’re always half-naked.
And we’re starting to lose control.
The line between survival and seduction? Yeah… that vanished days ago.
Now it’s just him and me—giving in, giving up, and giving each other everything.
This isn’t just a tropical escape. This is Blue Lagoon with bite. Dirty, delicious, and utterly savage.
I was supposed to scout Fiji for a resort location on one of its many islands, as directed by my New York law firm. Instead, I end up crash-landing on a remote island with Rocco—the insanely hot, infuriatingly alpha pilot who makes brooding look like an art form.
My eyes are injured. I can’t see a thing. And now I have to rely on him.
He feeds me. Bathes me. Guides me through the jungle like I’m his to protect. His to touch. His to tease.
There’s no one around. Just the ocean, the heat, and the tension that won’t stop building.
We’re filthy. We’re wet. We’re always half-naked.
And we’re starting to lose control.
The line between survival and seduction? Yeah… that vanished days ago.
Now it’s just him and me—giving in, giving up, and giving each other everything.
This isn’t just a tropical escape. This is Blue Lagoon with bite. Dirty, delicious, and utterly savage.
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