"Do I?" He clearly liked hearing that. "I don't suppose it's stalking if you're married to me." Tugging up the hem of his shirt, he peeled it off. With a sudden surge of carefree attitude, he wadded up the shirt and chucked it as far as he could out of the reach of the waves and onto the sand. Next came his pants after a quick check that they were still alone. He still had his boxer briefs on and he looked at Reagan with raised eyebrows as if asking if he should do away with those as well.
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