Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
No. No Leroy.
He doesn’t belong in this moment.
Only Alex.
Alex and me.
Alex and me and this beautiful beach. His long fingers playing with my nipples, sending sparks skittering through me.
I relish the fullness, the completeness, until Alex moves his hands from my breasts and grips my hips, lifting me off him and thrusting upward.
The movement jars my clit, and—
I scream as the tide rolls in again, splashing us and sending water flowing over the sand.
Once the water recedes, Alex rolls me onto my back and thrusts deep, his gaze burning into mine.
He thrusts, he thrusts, he thrusts, working his hips like a pro. I let my fingers glide over his broad and muscled shoulders, his strong back, scraping his skin with my nails as he nudges my clit with each plunge of his cock. I race toward the precipice, ready to leap, and I roll my head to the side—
Oh no…
“Alex?”
“Yeah?” He rolls his hips deeper, slower. “You want to come, baby?”
“Yeah…except…”
“Except what?” He pulls out, teases my pussy lips with his cock head.
“Uh…I’m pretty sure the tide just washed our clothes out to sea.”
EPISODE 15
TWEETY BIRD AND SCIENCE GEEKS
Emily
I look away from Brett just in time to see Sebastian and River leave the courtyard with Misty…who’s still topless.
I doubt he’ll be going to bed with blue balls this evening—if he goes to bed at all. Seems I’m easily replaced.
I try to ignore the green-eyed monster and turn my attention back to Brett, who is still dancing between me and Ariel. Though I don’t normally go for blond men, Brett could be the exception. He’s male-model handsome. In fact, I could see him walking the runway alongside female models wearing my fashions.
Heather and June are still dancing, their tits jiggling, and they join our threesome.
Brett welcomes them with open arms, and Ariel frowns as she’s forced to give up his shoulder.
So much for Brett’s sandwich. Not that I was interested. In the hot entrepreneur? Sure. In a threesome with Ariel, who I’ve begun to think of as a little sister? Not so much.
I grab her arm. “Come on.”
“Where are you two going?” Brett asks.
“In case you haven’t noticed, there’s no more music,” I say.
“We’re making our own music.” He winks.
Heather slides her hand over his pecs—his shirt is long gone—while June fondles his upper arm.
“Early morning and all.” I drag Ariel off the dance floor and into the mansion, where we stop in the gourmet kitchen for some water.
Evangeline is sitting at the oak kitchen table tapping on her phone. She looks up when Ariel and I enter.
“Ladies,” she says. “Sorry. I had to respond to a text from earlier. Did you have a nice evening?”
“It was perfection,” I say dryly.
Evangeline tilts her head slightly. “What happened to your dress, Emily?”
“It ripped earlier. I fixed it with a safety pin, but it snapped while I was dancing.”
“And instead of changing clothes, you decided to go topless?”
I lift my eyebrows. “Is that a problem?”
Evangeline sighs. “No. Not really. It’s just… Tomorrow was supposed to be clothing optional, and this puts a kink in my plans.”
“You didn’t think any of the men would see us naked before tomorrow?” Ariel asks.
“It doesn’t matter anyway.” Evangeline sighs. “I’m just nervous, I suppose. I’ve worked hard to make this event a success.”
Ariel sits down next to Evangeline and pats her hand. “So what if it isn’t? These men have all the money in the world. If they don’t like any of us, you can bring new women here when we leave.”
“How did you ladies do? It didn’t escape my notice that you both disappeared early in the evening.” Evangeline’s voice drips with irritation that she’s clearly trying to hide.
“We weren’t hiding,” I say. “Ariel helped me fix my dress.”
Evangeline had her eyes on every single one of us all night. She knows I went off with Sebastian earlier, and she no doubt knows Brett approached Ariel.
Rachel and Ginger enter the kitchen together. Although most of us get along, I’m not surprised the dermatologist and the physicist have become friendly. They’ve shed their evening wear, and Rachel looks adorable in a pink terrycloth mini robe. Ginger is glamourous in a forest-green satin kimono. Both are barefoot, as are Ariel and I. We left our shoes by the dance floor.
“Party over?” Ginger asks, opening the refrigerator and retrieving a bottle of water.
“Brett’s still out there with June and Heather,” I say.
“And the rest of them?”
I draw in a breath, tamping down that damned jealousy. “Sebastian and River took off with Misty somewhere, and I haven’t seen Alex or Sienna in the last hour.”
“Sounds like someone’s getting lucky.” Ginger takes a long sip of her water. “You ladies feel like a dip in the hot tub?”
I smile. “That sounds heavenly. You up for it, Ariel?”
She nods. “Yeah. I suppose so. I need to go change into a bathing suit.”