Must necklines and waistlines plunge so perilously every time the mercury rises? As the woman we had chosen to join us reached for the salt, a lesser mortal might have said "Waiter! There's a b..

"Tell me," he whispers softly against my neck. "Tell me your fantasies." Cuddling against him, I close my eyes, inhaling the scent of us that clung to his skin--the light fragrance o....