Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Lord. The way my body reacts to Brett’s fingers caressing my skin, it’s like I didn’t just have a night of orgasms with River. “You can’t be serious. People are getting up. Anyone could walk in here.”
“And that’s a problem because...”
“It’s a problem because I don’t relish the idea of exposing myself to all the hordes of people here. It’s not just you men and the women. It’s the staff members, the—”
“Seems you didn’t have any issue exposing yourself to a certain staff member yesterday afternoon.”
Blast it! He knows about Zion? Of course he does. He knows everything that goes on here.
“Listen, I—”
“Emily, it’s not a problem. We want you ladies to have fun. And right now, I know you’d have a lot of fun if you do as I ask. I want to watch you play with yourself. I want to watch you come.”
Of course I’d have fun. Who wouldn’t? But I’d prefer a bit more privacy.
I’m about ready to tell him to sod off, but the look in his eyes makes me pause. He’s beautifully handsome, of course, and his gaze glints with seductive persuasion, but I see something else as well.
It’s... Is it a touch of sadness? Remorse?
I’m not wholly sure, but in that moment I want to do this for him—and not just because the idea is a total turn-on.
I want to do it because I feel he needs it. Of course, that’s not the only reason. After everything I’ve shared with River, I need it as well. Something purely fun and physical.
I climb out of the tub, situate myself on a folded towel across from Brett, and spread my legs, dangling my feet in the water.
He sucks in a breath. “Beautiful.”
I close my eyes, trail one hand over my left breast while I moisten the fingers of the other in my mouth, and then slide them between my legs.
A few strokes of my clit and I’m wet and ready, especially knowing that Brett is watching me.
“Yeah, baby...” he groans.
I open my eyes. His eyelids are heavy, and he’s stroking himself inside his trunks.
Fuck, it’s hot.
My pussy is still sore from all the sexual acrobatics with River, but I can’t help but imagine what Brett’s cock looks like. I saw him naked on the catamaran yesterday, and he was lovely indeed, but to see him fully erect...
Just the thought has me shuddering. I work my clit more ferociously while I twist my nipple with the other hand.
In mere seconds, I’m ready to glide off the precipice.
“That’s it, Emily...” Brett’s voice is dark. “Come. Make that hot little pussy come...”
I shatter.
Implode inside my body. It’s less intense than being with River, but it seems to be what Brett and I both need in this moment.
When the contractions die down, I slide into the water and face him. “Well?”
“You’re beautiful, Emily,” he says. “So damned hot. Are you ready for a slow comfortable screw?”
“Are you talking about the cocktail or something else?” I ask.
“Come here,” he says, moving his lips toward mine.
“What the hell’s going on here?”
I jerk at the masculine—and all too familiar—voice.
EPISODE 70
FOOLS FOR LOVE
Sienna
Five bikinis—one in black, of course. A classic. Also one in white, another classic. The next is candy-apple red—so not me. Then the dark brown, the one I wore yesterday on the catamaran. The last one Evangeline insisted upon—gold with a thong bottom. That woman thinks gold is my color. I couldn’t disagree more.
The suits lie on my bed, taunting me.
Stay here.
Stay here.
Stay here.
Then my suitcase, in Lavonne’s voice.
Go home.
Go home.
Go home.
I’ve already packed enough into my smaller bag to last a few days. I can leave, see Lavonne, and then return. I need bikinis for a vacation on a tropical island. I need them here in my suite, not packed with me, if I’m coming back.
I flop down, knocking the gold thong off the edge of the mattress, when someone knocks on my door.
What time is it, anyway? After I talked to Brett on the beach early this morning, he disappeared as he walked back toward the mansion. I stayed on the beach alone for a few minutes and then returned to the mansion and went back to bed. I slept sporadically, dreams of Lavonne and Leroy and of Brett and Alex haunting me.
But it’s the talk with Brett that truly preoccupies me. He said I should go, see Leroy, see if we can work it out. But Brett was influenced by his own history of loss, which I know nothing about. Did his person cheat on him? Leave a stable relationship for a few nights of romping? Can I trust him—a man I hardly know—to give good counsel in this situation?
I sigh and walk to the door. Heather stands there, wearing athletic shorts and a tight tank. Her layered blue tips are pulled up in a high ponytail with some strands hanging loose. The swirl of her viper tattoo is visible on her shoulder.