Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

“Can I get you something to drink?” Startled out of my daydream by the perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts. I was in such a fog that I couldn’t be sure if I had just woken, and the last week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.

“I’ll have a vodka cranberry and she’ll have a merlot. You’ll have to excuse her, she’s spent the last week fucking her brains out with a gorgeous stranger and can’t seem to snap out of it.” Sienna smiled to the appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid forties woman who was wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on her face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn’t used to a raunchy mouth like Sienna in first class. I looked around and saw most of the other passengers looked well bred and refined, more like they were 5/408

dressed for an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New York. Sienna would have stood out, even if she didn’t have a mouth like a truck driver.

Sienna McAllister had been my best friend since the third grade. We became kindred spirits on our first day in chorus, when we realized that we could sing in natural harmony together without as much as a beat of music. Twenty years later, our lives had taken us down very different paths, but it never dulled our bond.

Aside from being the same age, we had nothing in common on the outside anymore. Sienna looked like she just walked out of a rock band, with her wild, dark thick curly hair falling around her alabaster skin and black tight fitting clothes coupled with five inch laced up leather boots. If her volup-tuous curves straining her tight clothes weren’t enough to catch an eye as she passed by, 6/408

the hundred or so bracelets she wore half way up her arms actually played a sweet jingle as she moved.

I, on the other hand, had a penchant for pink and all things girly. My long, thick, blonde, straight hair was almost white after a week in the sun and stood in stark contrast to my deeply tanned skin and the wild woman sitting next to me. When I was young-er, I hated my olive skin and deeply contrast-ing bright blonde hair. It was an unusual combination to have such tan skin and natural blonde hair and most people assumed I was a bottle blonde. My dad used to tell me that I was special because I bound together my mom’s Swedish ancestry with his Italian heritage. But, as I suspected most kids did in their teens at some point, I wanted to look like someone else. It took me until I was in my late teens to stop fighting my looks and to learn to play them up.

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The flight attendant brought us our drinks and scurried away with a hesitant smile. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid hearing any more about our vacation, which Sienna would have surely divulged, if given the opportunity.

Sienna enjoyed

shocking uptight people with her crass mouth, watching them squirm was a sport for her.

Sienna raised her glass to me in a toast. “To the best damn honeymoon, I’ve ever been on.” I laughed and shook my head as we clinked glasses and both tipped our heads back to drink.

Chapter 2

One week earlier.

A full day of sun after we landed left me exhausted. I must not have been thinking straight when I booked a direct overnight flight from New York to Honolulu.

Did I really think that I would land at 8am and feel fresh and relaxed, ready to take on the first day of my honeymoon? A two hour nap on the beach did nothing to shake off my jetlag, and by 8pm, as I was getting ready for a night out with Sienna, I had started to wonder what I got myself into.

We arrived at the resort’s Japanese restaurant and I silently reminded myself that I needed to eat, even though I was not very hungry at all. The last time I had went out drinking with Sienna without eating, Michael had to carry me up the stairs, when I passed out face down on the floor in the 9/408

kitchen. Hating that thoughts of Michael still uncontrollably filled my memory, I took a deep breath and pushed all thoughts of him out of my head, determined not to let him ruin our honeymoon even more than he already had.

After we ordered, a pretty waitress wearing a traditional red kimono delivered us drinks served in coconuts with cute little purple umbrellas. “Thank you, but we didn’t order those.” I said as she started to put the drinks in front of us. The waitress smiled at me and silently pointed to the other end of the restaurant where I saw a table of a dozen men, one of which was holding up a drink and smiling.

Sienna smiled and took one of the drinks and held it up, offering cheers back to the smiling man. Even thought he was across the room, I could see he was handsome and had a damn sexy smile. My eyes 10/408

scanned the table he was sitting at, and I almost gasped at what I took in. Damn, they were all handsome, one better looking than the other. They looked like they could have been traveling for a rugby tournament, or a Calvin Klein underwear photo shoot perhaps. I was grateful for my tan skin at that moment, so no one would see me blush.

Sienna clinked her glass to mine and said loud enough for the table next to us to hear “Remember, we should do lots of fucking on our honeymoon baby!” I choked on my drink before we laughed together like we were back in third grade.

Our dinner was just being served when I saw the boys club began to make their way out of the restaurant. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one to notice their depar-ture; they seemed to have the attention of half the restaurant. The eye-catching group attracted a lot of attention by being rowdy, 11/408

handsome and drinking a lot. The smiling man that had sent over our drinks stopped by our table with two of his friends on their way out. “I hope you ladies are coming down to the bon fire tonight that the resort is throwing.” His dimpled smile made his face even more handsome.

“We are.” Sienna raised her eyebrows and smiled up at the man. “And thank you for the drinks, they were delicious.” Her response was more of a purr than a statement. I had forgotten how good at flirting she was, it was second nature and she had the ability to make anything sound teasing. I was pretty sure she could ask a man walking by for the time and he would think she wanted to sleep with him.

“You’re very welcome. You know, this may sound like a bad pick up line, but you look so familiar.” His brows creased and 12/408

I could see the wheels in motion, as he tried to place the face.

“Maybe we can figure out where you know me from, at the bon fire later.” Sienna raised one eyebrow provocatively.

“Sounds like a good plan to me. “ He smiled and I watched his eyes slowly drift over Sienna. But his attention was quickly called away by the rest of the boys club that were making a ruckus near the door. “I better go before the jackasses get themselves kicked out. I’ll be looking for you ladies later.”

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was sleeping with the drummer’s wife and they couldn’t get passed it. Unfortunately, the group became somewhat of a one hit wonder, but people still vaguely remembered Sienna’s face. She really wasn’t the type of woman that people easily could forget.

Sienna and I played together in an all girl band in Boston for five years. We did a lot of local shows and had a pretty good following. It didn’t earn us enough money to survive, but we loved doing it and it worked for us for a while. By the time we decided to go our separate ways, I had already met Michael and started pursing a degree in music and began to grow content with my life. Sienna hadn’t given up on our dream of being a rock star, so we parted friends when she took off for New York at 21 to join No Worries as the lead singer.

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her on most of my breaks from school.

There was definitely no love loss between her and Michael, and he made it clear that he disapproved of her partying lifestyle and didn’t like my frequent trips to New York. I sacrificed a lot for Michael over the years, giving up a lot of who I was, but never let him come between Sienna and me. She was supposed to have been my maid of honor at our wedding last weekend.

Sienna watched as the boys club sauntered out of the restaurant and then turned to me. “Syd, I think you need to pick one of those boys and get a rebound screw under your belt. What better place to do it then in Hawaii?”

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much too easily to have put the subject behind us.

“Who said anything about dating?” She smiled at me. “Just pick one out, and have a great time. Don’t think about it and don’t over analyze it. Fuck it, don’t even find out his name. Just have fun Syd. That Michael sucked the life out of my partner in crime and we are resurrecting her this week!”

I may not have been ready for a new guy, but I was definitely ready to go back to living my life and having fun. I responded to her speech with the only word that I knew would make her happy, other than agreeing with her. “Shots?” Sienna squealed in delight and hugged me as she called the waiter over to order our tequila shots.

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We were halfway between tipsy and drunk as we made our way down to the bonfire. It was a beautiful night and torches lit a path through the sand down to the water’s edge. A huge bonfire was burning and a Caribbean calypso band played a song on steel drums with an older gentleman singing. Waiters floated around delivering fruity cocktails and women wearing bikini tops and hoola skirts offered fresh flower leis.

I looked around and wasn’t surprised to see that most of the partygoers were couples, after all the resort was a favored honeymoon destination. It made me sad to think I was supposed to be there with Michael, relaxing after my wedding. Sienna picked up on the change in my mood and guided us to the large bar set up under the lights on the beach. “Two tequila shots please.” Sienna’s answer to every problem was always the same, tequila and a party.

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We drank back our shots, licked the salt off of the back of our hands and sucked our limes in unison.

“Another round for the ladies and all my friends, please.” The deep velvety voice immediately sent a shiver up my spine. I turned to trace the voice to the face and was met with the most startling green eyes I had ever seen. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the man, but I gasped and felt goose bumps break out on my arms. The eyes smiled down at me and I was momentarily unable to break the gaze. I blinked, forcing my eyes to escape the hold, and slowly looked down and realized that the captivating green eyes were attached to the most magnificent man I had ever seen, who was staring at me, watching me take him in. The corner of his perfect mouth turned up in a sexy half smile, and I knew he had just watched my body react to him. But he wasn’t going to be a gentleman and pretend 18/408

he didn’t see it. Instead, he took a step closer into my personal space and I felt the heat radiate between us.

I turned back to the bartender to escape the intenseness of his glare and the bartender held out my next tequila shot. I twisted back around to thank the green-eyed god, and nearly slammed right into his chest. He had not moved out of my personal space. Instead he stood his ground and looked down at me, slightly amused. I held up my shot. “Are you joining me?”

“I’d love to.” He smiled, but had no shot in his hand. He arched an eyebrow with a sexy grin on his face and I got the feeling that he wasn’t accepting an offer to have a shot together. I laughed and shook my head before throwing back yet another shot, salt and lime. My head buzzed, and I knew I should probably stop drinking at that point, but I was thousands of miles from home with 19/408

Sienna

and

that

surely

wouldn’t

be

happening.

Sienna grabbed my hand and pulled me from the bar, oblivious to the beautiful creature standing behind me me.

“Come on, let’s do one for old times sake.” Only Sienna could talk a middle aged Calypso band singer into letting us sing at the resort’s welcome bonfire, without knowing if we could even carry a tune. The last tequila shot went straight to my head and I was feeling no pain as I followed her to where the band was set up, anxious to sing with her. It had been years since we played together and I really did miss it.

Sienna spoke to the band and we sang one of our all time favorites, Shake Your Body, by the Jackson 5. It was a 70’s boogie disco beat that people usually couldn’t help but start to dance to. When we were done, 20/408

people were applauding and dancing and the band asked us to do another song.

What

else can follow up a classic Jackson song but the Wild Cherry 70s hit, Play That Funky Music? Of course, we did our own version of the song, but people danced and sang along nonetheless. Even though it had been years since we performed together, no one would have guessed it. We worked together effortless, and it had been that way since that very first time in third grade. By the time we were done, the tequila had hit us with its full effect and we both laughed our way back to the bar, stumbling just a slight bit.

The bartender stopped pouring drinks as we approached and clapped his hands slowly for us, to which we responded with overzealous bows and a curtsy.

He

gave us each another shot of tequila on the house and we did our swallow, salt, lime routine in expert tandem.

The handsome

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guy that sent us drinks in the restaurant came over with a few of his friends.

“You ladies were amazing. That was incredible.” He was smiling and it was obvious in his face that he was being sincere and it wasn’t part of his pick up line.

“Thank you, it was so much fun!” Sienna responded and I smiled. We were both on a post show high. It had been so long since I felt the familiar rush that I almost forgot what performing could do to me. We talked for a while and found out that the boys club wasn’t actually in Hawaii for a rugby tournament or an underwear commercial shoot, they were there for a bachelor party.

“Wow, that’s some bachelor party.” I said to our new friend Tyler, the guy that bought us drinks in the restaurant.

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“Yeah, the best man is loaded and is throwing the whole party. We have the penthouse for the week. Some of the guys are staying and others are going back in a few days. It’s pretty sweet.” I actually felt, rather than saw, the green eyed man return. I was positive that he was standing right behind me, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and check. “Speak of the devil.” Tyler pointed behind me and I slowly turned, finding the green-eyed god standing ridiculously close to my back staring down at me.

“Hi again.” My words came out as a whisper. I could feel the heat radiating off his body and it was playing tricks on my brain that was swimming in tequila.

He looked down at me and smiled, but made no attempt to move. He was tall, probably a good eight inches taller than my 23/408

5’6 frame. His shoulders were broad and his dark green polo pulled slightly to contain his girth. His shirt fit his athletic frame as if it was made for him, and his jeans hung low on his narrow waist.

“Your voice is beautiful.” His voice was deep and he spoke to me in low controlled words, even though we stood so close, surrounded by what I assumed were his friends.

“Thank you. So are you.” Holy shit, did I just say that out loud? I was glad that we were outside so that he couldn’t see my face turn red; I blushed so deeply at my words that not even my tan skin could conceal my embarrassment. I was thinking it, but I didn’t mean to say it. Another dangerous side effect of the tequila shots.

He smiled and raised his eyebrows in surprise. I turned my back to him to allow 24/408

myself to catch my breath. Tyler took it as an opportunity to offer to buy me a drink.

Just as I opened my mouth to respond, the green eyed man responded for me. “No thanks, I’ve got her next round.” I watched in shock as his friend took the hint and walked away smiling.

I whipped around and looked up at him, a bit unsteady on my feet from the tequila. He still hadn’t moved and was standing in my personal space. It was almost a possessive stance, the way he hovered above me and made his size known. “What if I wanted him to buy me a drink?”

“You don’t.” He said in a low voice and straight face. Was he joking or being serious?

“How do you know what I want?” I could feel the tension between us rising.

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Sienna walked over oblivious and interrupted our little heated exchange. She was still giddy from our singing and her smile and happiness brought back such great memories. “What are you two chatting about all quietly over here?” She hung one arm around my neck and I was pretty sure that she was using me to maintain her balance.

“I was just telling your friend how beautiful her voice is.” He spoke to Sienna but his eyes never left me.

Sienna smiled. “Flattery will get you everywhere.” She extended her hand.

“I’m Sienna.”

The green-eyed god took her hand in his and held it; I was relieved that his focus had finally left me. “Jack. Nice to meet you Sienna.” He quickly turned his eyes back to me. “And you are…” 26/408

Sienna quickly intervened, slightly slurring as she spoke. “Her name is Jill.” I looked up at her like she was crazy and then she winked at me. She made no attempt to hide her blatant lie and I wasn’t quite sure if it was because she was drunk or if she was playing a game. I knew that she was trying to subtly remind me of our earlier conversation at dinner, encouraging me to have a nameless, unattached fling. Of course, Sienna may have tried to do subtle, but her lack of experience at subtlety made her words and actions come across as glaringly direct.

“Jill, huh?” Jack looked at me suspiciously.

I smiled. “I guess so, Jack.”

“What brings you to Honolulu, Jill?” He said with an emphasis on Jill, knowing full well it wasn’t really my name.

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“Well, I’m on my honeymoon Jack!” I thought my answer was hysterical in my drunken state. Sienna must have too, considering she spit her drink out and almost choked on it, as she joined me in laughing at my statement.

For a split second, I thought Jack may have looked angry, but then he must have realized that we had been teasing. Sienna and I laughed our asses off, but Jack didn’t seem to find our joke as funny as we did. When we finally regained control of our giggling, Sienna looked up at Jack, who was clearly waiting for an explanation, smiled, then turned and went back to Jack’s friends.

I looked up at Jack and he was watching me, his face showed signs of his patience slipping. “It was supposed to be my honeymoon, but we broke up two months ago. The honeymoon was already paid for, 28/408

so I decided to take Sienna and make it a vacation instead.”

Jack smiled, apparently content with my answer. He reached forward to the bar to grab two bottles of water. His fingers brushed mine as he handed me one, sending an electric jolt that made me pull my hand back. I looked up at him confused.

He leaned down to my eye level and looked me straight in the eyes, briefly searching for something. “I felt it too.”

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A few hours later we were in the resort’s bar partying with the bachelor party and had made some new friends. The bachelor, Robert, turned out to be a nice guy, who apparently was totally whipped by his fiancé. He spent most of the night getting teased and harassed by his friends, most of who were all still single. Jack played host to 29/408

the rowdy crowd and most of the staff seemed to have known him by name already.

Sienna was getting cozy with Tyler as the last of the bachelor party said goodnight, leaving just the four of us. The bartender told us he was getting ready to leave and asked Jack if he wanted the keys to lock up later. “Do you work here or something?” I asked confused as he accepted the keys.

“Or something.” Jack smiled, but offered no more information. He walked around to the other side of the bar and reached down pulling out a bottle of water.

“Drink.” Was all he said as he handed it to me?

“You’re pretty bossy, aren’t you?” I knew he was right, and I needed to drink water or I would regret it tomorrow, but he 30/408

didn’t offer it to me, he instructed me to drink it.

“Yes.” He looked me directly in the eyes unapologetically and didn’t waiver the entire time he opened his own bottle and drank from it.

His stare made me dizzy, but I wasn’t going to back down. The arrogant ass was starting to affect me, and it was an odd combination of being pissed off and turned on at the same time. I held his stare as I opened my water bottle and drank from it.

Jack finally broke our heated gaze, and for a split second, I thought I had won our unspoken challenge. Then I watched him, as he slowly looked me up and down, his eyes taking their time as they wandered over my breasts and down my flat stomach. When he was done and had taken himself a good long look, his eyes returned to mine again. He didn’t try to hide his visual assault; instead, 31/408

he enjoyed me watching him do it. I felt a throb between my thighs and shifted my legs in response to it. He caught my body respond to him and gave me a sexy wicked smile with one eyebrow arched.

“Shit, I need to go to bed.” I needed to get away from the mesmerizing man quickly before I did something stupid.

His wicked smile grew, but he didn’t respond.

“Sienna, I’m going to go to bed, you coming?” I yelled to the other end of the bar where she was snuggled with Tyler.

“I’ll meet you up there in a little bit, Syd.”

Jack came around the bar and put his hand on the small of my back. I had to struggle to keep still, as his hand ignited my skin beneath his touch. “I’ll walk you to your 32/408

room.” Jack tossed Tyler the keys.

His

hand never left me as we walked and I wondered if he felt my skin burning underneath his big hand.

“So, Syd, or is it Jill, why did Sienna not want to tell me your real name?” Alcohol was like truth serum to me, insert a few shots and out comes everything you ever wanted to know. “She had a crazy idea that I should have an anonymous fling while we are here to celebrate my newly found singleness.”

“And why is that crazy?” His tone was flat and serious.

I actually thought about the question for a minute, and couldn’t come up with an answer. “Umm, I’m not sure, I guess it isn’t really that crazy, people do it all the time with one night stands.” 33/408

He didn’t say anything more as we entered the elevator. He stood close behind me, even though there was no one else in the car. I felt his warm breath on my neck and my body was sizzling from how close he was, he had to feel it too.

Stepping off the elevator to my floor, I was disappointed to lose his body next to mine. His hand returned to the small of my back as we made our way to the door of my room. “So it’s all settled then.” I was digging into my bag to find my key and looked up at him confused, sure I must have dazed out and missed some of our conversation. He continued, “I already know your name and know you have a great voice, so it can’t be totally anonymity. How about if we limit each other to 10 personal questions, that way we don’t get to know each other that well, and it will still be sort of anonymous.”

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My mouth dropped open at his suggestion.

I wasn’t pretending to be shocked, I was shocked. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me this week and only get to ask and be asked 10 personal questions?”

“That’s what I’m saying.” His response was dead serious.

“You’re crazy.” I glared at him, my face confirming that I thought he was insane.

“I thought we just established that it wasn’t crazy.”

“I didn’t say it was crazy, I said you’re crazy.” I emphasized the difference.

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aggressively covered mine and he licked my lips demanding them to open. Unconsciously, my lips parted and our tongues instantly collided in desperation. It wasn’t a first kiss. It was THE first kiss. We held each other tight and his mouth devoured mine harshly with a raw need raging between us. His body pressed tightly against mine and every ounce of my body was electrified from head to toe. I felt his erection hard against my stomach and knew his body was as in tune to mine as mine was to his.

He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes.

We were both breathless and panting. “I felt it the first minute I looked at you. You felt it too.”

I couldn’t deny that he was right.

“Yes.” The word came out breathless and throaty, it didn’t even sound like my voice.

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“You better unlock that door and deadbolt it quickly, before I stop being a gentleman and fuck you tonight even though you are drunk.”

I bit my bottom lip and he slowly lowered me to my feet, our bodies pressed against each other intimately as I slid down from his waist.

He kissed me on the lips hard and pulled back to look at me. His beautiful green eyes turned almost gray with intensity. “No drinking tomorrow.” It was more of an order than a request.

I opened the door to my room and turned back to him as he stood in the doorway. I could tell that he was fighting hard to control himself.

“Okay.” I whispered and then shut the door.

Chapter 3

I woke the next morning to a knock at the door and was quickly reminded of the night before as I attempted to lift my head.

My head was throbbing and I felt as though I had gone three rounds in a heavyweight match, with me being the loser of the bout. I looked over at Sienna’s bed, where she was still sleeping soundly.

I answered the door to find room service with a cart. “Good morning Ms.

Aldridge, we have your breakfast ready.” The waiter’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, yet every word felt like a nail being pushed further into my brain.

“I’m sorry, there must be a mistake, I didn’t order any breakfast.”

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“Mr. Cole?” I must have looked as confused as I was.

“He wrote a note, maybe this will explain things.” The waiter patiently stood waiting for my eyes to focus enough to take in the words on the page.

I opened the sealed hotel envelope and read the note. The handwriting was dark, neat and heavily slanted. Good morning Jill. Drink the tomato juice; it will helpwith the hangover. Take two of the pillstoo. Eat the eggs, you will need the energylater. The flowers made me think of you.

Jack.I smiled and shook my head and directed the waiter to roll in the cart. There were two meals and an assortment of drinks, so at least he was thoughtful enough to feed us both. There was also a bottle of unopened aspirin and a beautiful arrangement of the most brightly colored wildflowers I’d ever seen.

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I showed the waiter out and took a sip of the tomato juice with two aspirin. The man truly pissed me off and turned me on at the same time. It was very sweet to send me breakfast, but the note was more like an order to eat then a suggestion.

“You ordered me breakfast? It better be at least noon if you are waking me up.” Sienna groaned as she rolled over, her voice was raspy and her voice sounded like I felt.

“I didn’t order it, Jack sent it.

Along with instructions to eat it.” The sarcasm dripped from my voice on the second sentence.

“Jack? Oh. Mmmmm. That man is delicious. You are lucky that I am a good friend who knows you need a rebound fuck, or I would have tied you up in the back of the bar to get first crack at that one.” Sienna got 40/408

up and went to the bathroom and then started picking at some of the food on the cart.

“Let’s be realistic, that man would have found you anywhere I hid you. The way he looked at you made me wet!” I threw a pillow at her. “You are insane…what doesn’t make you horny woman!” We both laughed and then devoured everything on the cart.

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By the time we made our way down to the beach, the sun was scorching hot. My headache subsided as I swam in the crystal clear water and reveled in the feel of the soft sand between my toes. I relished the feeling of the sun drying each droplet of water as I relaxed into my lounge chair listening to the ocean waves lightly crash on to the shore.

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to sleep as I laid on my stomach listening to the tranquil sound relaxing.

I moaned as I woke to the luxuri-ous feel of the big hands massaging my back. I was groggy and it felt so good as my muscles relaxed under the pressure of the skilled fingers.

My sleepy haze drifted, as reality seeped into my fantasy and I jumped as I realized that I was at the beach and had no idea who was touching me. Jack’s strong hands gently but firmly held me down on my stomach in the cushioned lounge chair, as I attempted to jump up. His words were low, but there was no mistaking his sexy voice.

“Don’t get up Jill, I untied your top to rub in the sunscreen and you’ll give the whole beach a good show.”

“You scared the shit out of me! Do you make a habit of rubbing down strangers as they sleep?”

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He leaned down close to my ear, his front pressed firmly against my back. His voice was low and velvety. “Do you really want to waste one of your ten questions on my habits for rubbing down strangers?” Shit, I didn’t want to be, but I was instantly turned on. His voice, his confident words, and his bare chest pressed up against my back sent my body into a frenzy. My heart rate sped up and my breathing became more labored. God damn it, control yourselfSydney. “You scared me half to death.” I was hoping that he would buy into that my reaction was from being scared and not to being near him.

“I’m sorry baby.” His voice sounded sincere and I was surprised that the man apologized for anything. “Now if you want I’ll tie that string you call a top back on and you can get up, or we can both take a few 43/408

more minutes to enjoy me rubbing your back some more.”

I didn’t want his hands off of me. I sighed, pretending it was a sacrifice. “Keep rubbing.”

I heard a devious chuckle before he sat back up and continued to rub my back until I was completely relaxed again. Then he tied my top back on so that I could sit up.

I righted myself in the oversized lounger and caught the first glimpse of him of the day. I had a picture of him in my head as he was rubbing me, but the picture didn’t come close to the real thing. His shirtless body was even more than I imagined. He had strong, square shoulders, toned pecs and a six pack that I thought only really existed in air brushed magazines. His dark plaid swimsuit hung low on his waist, revealing a deep v that pointed to what I imagined was 44/408

probably also perfect down below. Jack stood and held out his hand to help me up.

I stood and he smiled a sexy devilish grin. “My turn.” He slowly looked me up and down, taking his time to admire all my girl parts. He leaned down to my ear. “Even better than I fantasized baby.” I laughed and then went up on my tippy toes to whisper back in his ear. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” He growled, literally growled at me. Then he scooped me up and started walking toward the water.

“I can walk you know.” I pretended to be annoyed, but did a lousy job since I was smiling the whole time.

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I think my heart skipped a beat for a minute at his words. Or maybe it just started beating again finally.

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I leaned back in my lounge chair and took a deep, cleansing breath in, enjoying the moment. Jack was sitting up behind me, my back to his front and his hands were clasped tightly around my waist, in a possessive hold. We listened to the wave’s crash against the surf and watched the sun setting through an amazing bright orange and purple sky. It was the most beautiful sunset that I had ever seen and it felt so natural to be sitting in Jack’s arms watching it.

“Why did you call off your engagement?”

“Are you cashing in on question number one Jack?” I dared him.

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“Yes, so let’s hear it. And remember, I’m using one of my precious chips here, so I want the full story.” I hadn’t really told many people the full story; it was just difficult to put into words. The people that really knew me just understood and knew I was making the right decision. I wasn’t sure where to start, so I decided to start from the beginning. “I met Michael in high school, we went to the prom together. We were together for six years when he proposed. I said yes, and we planned a long engagement before the wedding.” I paused, contemplating before I continued.

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I could get away with. He treated me really well over the years; at least I thought he did.

He was every parents dream for their daughter. He came from a good home, earned a good living as an attorney and had nice manners. It seemed like every girl’s dream. But as the wedding got closer, I grew more nervous. I started to wonder if I had made myself into who he wanted me to be, instead of who I really was. I started picturing myself having 2.5 children with a white picket fence and having lunches with PTA moms who wore sweater sets.

In the time we had been together, I had stopped singing with a band and went to school to get a music degree to teach. As my wedding date got closer, I was starting to question myself on why I had done that, when I really loved being in my band. Michael and Sienna didn’t get along, and he didn’t like me traveling at night to different 48/408

clubs, so I eventually gave it up, even though he never actually asked me to.

One morning I woke up with a panic attack. I realized that something was missing in our relationship and that something was me. So I sat down one night to talk to Michael about what I was feeling and he completely flipped out. He blamed it all on my last visit to NY to visit Sienna and her filling my head with crazy unrealistic singing dreams. But the truth was, Sienna never said a word to me. She accepted me for whoever I was and didn’t try to change me.

I told him that I didn’t want to teach and wanted to join a local band again.

He told me that his wife was not going to be a stupid band slut traveling around town with a bunch of men. We argued back and forth and then things got really loud and heated when he realized that I had already 49/408

made up my mind. The next day I felt badly about the way that we had left off, so I went to his office to talk to him and walked in on his secretary on her knees.” I stopped and thought for a moment and Jack tightened his grip around me.

“I left and he tried to apologize again the next day. Eventually, when I wouldn’t accept his apology, he got mad again and spilled that he had been sleeping with his secretary for more than a year anyway. I moved all of his stuff to the front lawn by the time he tried to come home from work that night, and had the locks changed.” I paused and regrouped from telling my sad tale. I forced a happier voice “Everything happens for a reason. I quit my job teaching and started singing again last month. It’s just a job as a house singer at one of the Heston Hotels, but it’s a start on my trip back to me.”

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Jack was quiet and didn’t say anything for a moment. “You work at one of the Heston Hotels?”

I laughed, thinking it was odd that of everything that I had just told him, that was the part of my story that caught his attention. Men.

“Is that really a question that you want to use your second chip on?”

“Definitely.”

“Yes, I work at Heston Hotel in New York City. That’s how I was able to afford this fancy schmancy Heston Resort, they give a great employee discount.

I

moved to New York from Boston last month.

I’m starting all over and doing what is right for me for a change. I’m going to start singing with Sienna again once in a while too, now that I am back in the same city again.”

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Quiet again. I turned to look at him and his face was unreadable. He looked into my eyes and gently brushed the hair on my face back. Then he kissed me. A different kiss from last night, not a passionate, groping kiss, but a beautiful tender kiss. It took my breath away. I couldn’t remember the last time a kiss stirred so much inside of me. He watched me intently as I recovered from the moment.

“Room service or

Restaurant?”

I smiled at him. I wanted more than anything to say room service, but I was enjoying making him work for it a little bit.

“Restaurant.”

He looked at me seriously.

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I probably should have been offen-ded by his crudeness, but instead it turned me on. Two could play his game. “I’d like to use my first question.” He arched one eyebrow intrigued in response.

“Do you prefer to be on the top or the bottom?” I thought I volleyed his serve.

His response was fast and dead serious. “I prefer whatever makes you yell louder when I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”

I gasped at the instant visual that his words inspired in my head. Damn, I needed a cold shower.

He stood and held out his hand to help me up. He didn’t let go when I stood; instead he pulled me hard against his chest and looked down into my eyes. “And I’m 53/408

going to have you both ways tonight anyway.” He smiled an evil victorious smile and grabbed my hand and started to walk into the resort.

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Chapter 4

I drank a glass of wine, as I got ready in my room for dinner. I was glad that Jack said he had to take care of some business before dinner, because I needed time to pull my thoughts together. Sienna made plans to have dinner with Tyler and we were singing at the top of our lungs as we blasted music from my ipod. I truly missed those moments, where we were both happy and singing and dancing. I didn’t even realize how long it had been since I felt so carefree and happy.

I picked out a pale blue strapless dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was the dress I knew looked good on me and always brought me compli-ments. My legs looked long and lean under the short skirt and the pale blue showed off my dark tan. Last time I wore it, Michael 56/408

had told me that the pale blue color in the dress matched my eyes perfectly. I left my long hair down, framing my tan face. The dress made me feel pretty and gave me confidence. Oddly, I wasn’t feeling as nervous as I had expected to for my dinner date, and, more specifically, what was to come after dinner.

I was feeling good and closed my eyes as I lost myself singing along with one of my favorite songs, when I turned and saw Jack standing in the doorframe. He took up most of the doorway and looked freaking amazing.

“I was enjoying the show.” His voice was low and husky.

“How long were you standing there?”

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I shook my head at his compliment and smiled, pretending I found his words harsh. “You have such a way with words.” They may not have been the most eloquent words, but I felt them somewhere deep inside of me. His words were raw and honest.

My comment didn’t faze him in the slightest. “If I take one step into this room, I won’t get to enjoy that dress and we definitely won’t be going to a restaurant. So let’s go before I eat you for dinner.” Even though he said it in jest, I knew he wasn’t really kidding. I grabbed my bag and went quickly to the door. I opened my bag to put my room key in and a dozen condoms that must have been crammed in came popping out.

“I am going to kill Sienna.” I was completely flustered and embarrassed.

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“I’m going to thank her.” Jack smiled a full smile and took my hand to lead me to dinner.

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I was a little nervous that dinner would be awkward because we both knew what was going to happen afterward. But it was just the opposite. Our conversation flowed so freely; it was hard to believe that we had only met yesterday. We talked and teased and laughed all the way through dinner and drinks. He ordered us a dessert I had never heard of with two spoons and I noticed that the waiter and most of the staff all seemed to know him by name.

“Do you come here often? Everyone seems to know your name.”

“Question number two. Yes, I come here a few times a year. It’s one of my favorite hotels.”

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“That isn’t really a personal question, I don’t think I should get charged for that one!” I pouted.

“Asking a person where they vacation qualifies as a personal question.”

“Fine. But I want it noted that I used that one under protest.” He pretended to be serious, but I saw the corners of his glorious mouth twitch upwards. “So noted.” A pause, and then,

“My turn. Are you on birth control?”

“Question number 3. You are going to cash in all of your chips before the end of the game, if you aren’t careful.” Both his eyebrows arched in surprise and he smirked, but waited for my answer.

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“Yes, I’m on birth control and I just had a physical last month. I’m clean. I thought I might save you a question and throw in the second part for free.” I arched one eyebrow and smirked back at him. “My turn. When…” I started but was quickly interrupted by Jack.

“Save the question, I’ll donate the answer. Physical. Three week ago. Clean as a whistle. Plus, I’ve always used a condom.”

“Always?” I assumed he was exaggerating.

His face was serious. “That one’s gonna cost you. Question number 3. Every.

Single. Time.”

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want your first time without one to be with me?”

“Question number 4. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” He ran his fingers through his sexy hair. Jack had the type of hair that looked like he just had sex and I was more than a little jealous that it was his fingers delving into his hair, and not mine.

But I was glad to see that he had a tell, the first sign that our conversation was starting to affect him too. He caught my eyes, “I want to feel every bit of you. Then I want to pump myself into you so far that you can feel it seep deep into your body.” Oh. My. God. I had to recross my legs and clamp my thighs tightly together to keep my body from responding to just his words.

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“Are you wearing underwear?” His voice was low and raspy. I heard the desire pour from his words.

“Question number 4.” I bit my lip and hesitated for a brief second. “No.” I barely finished my word when Jack had lifted me up and out of my seat and grabbed my hand heading for the door. We passed the waiter bringing out dessert as we flew by him.

“Put it on my room, Eduardo.” He yelled to the poor confused waiter without slowing down his pace. I had to practically run behind him just to keep up with the pace that he was dragging me at.

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already occupying the car. Jack stood close behind me and inserted a room key into the control panel, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist as the car began to travel.

I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and I was certain that the couple next to us could too. The car stopped to let out the couple and the tension grew as the doors closed leaving us alone in the car. Jack pushed a button on the panel and I felt his mouth on my neck from behind me. His wet full lips kissed and sucked at the tender spot between my neck and shoulder. A small moan escaped my lips and he responded by pressing my front up against the mirrored car wall. The palms of my hands were spread wide against the cold hard mirror and my face turned to its side, the cold not helping to reduce the heat in my body. He kissed my neck, tracing his tongue up from my col-larbone to my ear. I could feel his arousal as he pushed his front gruffly into my back, 64/408

cornering me in between his hold and the wall.

His hands reached down to the outside of my things, burning a trail of heat as they felt their way slowly from my thighs around to my bare ass. I gasped as he lifted my skirt and pushed his hard body deeper into my bare back. I was desperate to feel him against me, skin against skin. He bit my ear and I stopped breathing, as I waited in anticipation for his traveling hands as they reached around me and slowly moved down from my belly button, finally reaching my swollen clit.

His hand cupped me. “You’re so wet for me.” He growled in my ear. His voice couldn’t hide his lack of control. Two of his large fingers pressed my clit and began massaging in small circles. I almost orgasmed at just his first touch.

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“Is everything okay in the car? It looks like you have been stopped between floors momentarily.” The voice form the control panel hit me lack a bucket of ice water throw on my face, bringing me back to reality.

“Fuck” Jack groaned and rested his forehead on the mirror above my head. He took a loud deep breath and pushed a button on the panel to respond. “We’re fine.” His answer was sharp and swift. He pulled the hem of my dress down and inserted the key into the panel again. As the car began traveling, he repositioned himself behind me, as we both quietly faced the front of the car.

“I’m sorry, you deserve better than that.” His voice was tense and low.

“Don’t be, I enjoyed it.” My answer was honest and came out between heavy breaths. He turned me and looked into my 66/408

eyes, searching my face for confirmation of my words. I smiled and arched an eyebrow and was rewarded with a smile and laugh.

He lowered his head and kissed me firmly on my lips before taking my hand and leading us out of the elevator.

We arrived at a door and he opened it, leading me inside. The suite was beautiful, and five times the size of my room, but I noticed it wasn’t the penthouse. “I thought you and your friends were all staying together in the penthouse?”

“We were. I moved to this room today so we would have privacy.” He made no attempt to hide his assumption.

“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I teased as I walked to the glass wall leading to a large open balcony.

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saw your face. I’m a man that gets what he wants, one way or another. I’ll give you that personal information for free.” I laughed at his answer, but somehow I knew his words were true. Jack was a man that knew what he wanted and got it. I looked out at the ocean, the view was breathtaking from the balcony and I could hear the ocean singing in the not too far distance. I took a deep breath in and smelled the salt air mixed with flowers. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the railing, enjoying the sounds and smell of the ocean air. Jack stood behind me, he placed one hand on each side of the railing around me and we stayed that way for long moments in silence.

“Are you close with your family?” I felt his body tense and I immediately regret-ted asking the question. A long moment of silence passed before he answered my question.

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“Question number 5. I don’t speak to my father and my mom passed away last year.”

“I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Thank you.” A long pause and then I was surprised when he continued.

“When I was 18, my dad gave me a portion of my inheritance from my grandfather to see if I could manage money before releasing the balance of my trust fund to me. The trust fund gave my dad the authority to release the funds to me at any time after my 18th birthday, if he thought that I was capable of managing the responsibility. If he didn’t think I was responsible enough, I wasn’t to gain access until my 25th birthday. Two weeks after my birthday, I caught him with a prostitute in his office. My mom had just been dia-gnosed with cancer and the asshole was so selfish that he couldn’t keep it in his pants to 69/408

take care of his sick wife. He knew I wouldn’t hurt my mom in her condition by telling her, so he took advantage of the respect I had for my mother. After that, I caught him with at least three more prostitutes before I stopped speaking to him all together, except when we were in front of my mother. The bastard made me keep his secrets for seven years while my mother underwent six rounds of chemotherapy and four different surgeries.” I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I was curious. My big mouth had taken us from bliss to bad memories in a span of fifteen minutes. “Did you have to wait until you were 25 for your trust fund?” He laughed. “Question number 6.

I partied for the first year and wasted a shit-load of money. Then my father, being the upstanding pillar of the community that he thought he was, decided to run for senate.

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Apparently having 40,000 employees didn’t give him enough power, he needed to con-quer the world.” Jack walked to a table between the lounge chair that had a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses.

“So, I invested the money I had left into a business that I knew would embarrass him and hurt his chances of winning a cam-paign based on his pretend Christian mor-als.” He handed me a glass of wine and I watched as he tiled the glass back and swallowed his in one large gulp. “The funny thing is, that I didn’t need the trust fund after that. My business investment turned out to be very successful. But the bastard released the balance of the trust fund to me the same day that he withdrew from the senate race. I’m sure he was trying to send me a message that I ruined his race, but I saw it as the last tear in the cloth that kept us bound together.”

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Wow. Jack had shared so much information about who he was and his life in only a few minutes, I wasn’t sure what to do with it. But it stirred something inside of me that this beautiful man was so honest with me about the hurt caused by his father. I turned to face him. His arms never left the railing blocking me in. He watched intently as I brought my wine glass to my lips and tipped my head back to empty it, mimicking his actions from a few minutes ago.

He took my glass and placed it down. The he reached downs and lifted me up and cradled me in his arms as he walked back inside where he gently laid me on the bed. I watched as he walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed each of my sandals. His eyes never left mine.

He trailed kisses along the arch of my foot, traveling up the inside of my calf. I was instantly reduced to a quivering mess of 72/408

anticipation. He worked his tongue with skill over every part of my legs, gently alternating between nipping and sucking as he burned a path up my body. When he reached between my legs, he paused, taking his time to look at my most intimate area that was bared to him. His armed wrapped around my lower back and he raised my pelvis so that I had a clear line of vision to watch him. Every part of my body was on high alert, sensitive to every movement and desperate for more of his touch.

He ran his tongue up and down my sex gently at first, then found my clit with a strong suck that drove me wild. My hands dug into his hair and I moaned without self-control. He responded to my sound ferociously, releasing me clit and plunging his tongue inside of me deeply.

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on me. I was close to the edge as he continued to plow his tongue in and out of me. He returned to my clit and sucked while swirling his tongue around in small counterclockwise circles. I felt his hand move from my thigh and two, not one, of his large fingers slipped easily inside my wetness. He pumped twice and I went flying over the edge in the most intense orgasm of my life. I had never had an orgasm outside of the plain old mission-ary position.

I opened my eyes and looked down at him, my fingers still wrapped tightly in his dark brown hair. His eyes were on me and I felt slightly exposed coming down from a roller coaster orgasm. “That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw in my life.” His voice was raspy and his warm breath on my clit made my body tingle.

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I gave a small smile, feeling slightly embarrassed and vulnerable at the intensity for which his words were spoken.

“Something that beautiful needs to be seen often.” He said before giving my clit one last twirl with his expert tongue. He slowly pulled himself up over my body, his tongue tasting me as he traveled upward. He reached my nipple and swirled it around gently until it was swollen and protruding.

Then he bit down hard, sending a jolt of electricity down to my already swollen clit. A pleasurable feeling coming from somewhere on the border of pain.

When I was panting loudly, he pulled me up to a sit and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it carelessly on the floor.

He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed the rippled body that I was pleasantly introduced to on the beach earlier. He lifted to his knees between my open legs and 75/408

tugged his pants down, revealing he was not wearing underwear either. It was the first time I got a glimpse of him naked, in all his glory. His cock was tremendous and stood firmly at attention reaching all the way up to his belly button. My eyes trailed back up to his eyes and again found him watching me look him over.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you may get locked in this room for a week.” His lips devoured mine in a possessive assault and I was breathless when he broke the kiss. He guided me back down on the bed, hovering over me as my body took his weight. At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything in the world except how bad I wanted him inside of me.

He grasped both of my hands and held them firmly above my head with one of his large hands. His other hand gently caressed my face. I was at his mercy and 76/408

loved every minute of it. He watched me intently as he positioned himself and then slowly he tilted his hips and entered me half way. He growled. “You’re so tight, you okay?”

I shook my head, unable to form words. He rocked his hips back and forth a few times to open my tunnel, always keeping his eyes locked to mine. When I relaxed and a low moan rose from my throat, I watched as his face changed and he began to lose his control. I pulled one of my hands free from his grip and dug my nails into his back as I pulled him closer to me, wanting him to give me more. He couldn’t hold back anymore either. His lips pummeled mine and his tongue invaded my mouth as he slammed his full length into me. He was buried deep inside of me and I was teetering on a fine line between pleasure and pain.

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He rocked into me over and over, his heavy balls slapping into my ass. When my body sufficiently loosened to accommodate his wide girth, I tilted my hips up to give him more access. Two more thrusts and I rode over the edge again in a blissful orgasm. I moaned through the ferocious waves of pleasure and it was his undoing. He growled as he pumped into me a few last times, before emptying himself into me.

He took a harsh breath and released my hand from above my head in its death grip. “Fuck Syd, I have no self control around you. Sex was always only a release of energy for me and when it was over and I was done, I was done. Every time I touch you, it only makes me want you more.” His gaze was serious.

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know that pillow talk about your sex life with other people was a big fat no-no. But for some reason, his words warmed me. “And I just had my first orgasm without intercourse, so I guess we both might be addicted now.” I smiled and blushed at my own words.

Jack raised both his eyebrows in surprise and smiled down at me shaking his head in amusement.

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We stayed in bed the rest of the night, holding each other, our legs still tangled when we work the next morning. I raised my eyes to look at him and was surprised to find him awake and watching me.

“Good morning sleepy head.” He gently stroked my hair as he spoke.

“Good morning. How long have you been awake?”

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“A few hours.”

I rose and looked at him in disbelief. “A few hours, what time did you get up?”

“6.”

“Do you always get up that early?” Looking down at him, my face told him that I found it insane that anyone would get up that early when they didn’t have to.

“Question number 7.” He smiled.

“Yes. I’m up and out for a run by 5am usually. You should be grateful that I didn’t wake you and demand you go with me for a quick 10 miles.”

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He grinned and looked at me like I had just offered him a challenge. “There are a lot of things that I plan to demand from you babe. And you’re going to do them all for me.”

“Is that so?” I did my best to sound insulted, but the truth was that I was turned on at the thought of him demanding anything from me inside the bedroom.

He flipped me onto my back and kissed me passionately. His tongue stroked the inside of my mouth and I bit his bottom lip fiercely. Within a minute, we were both panting and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to tempt him into giving me more, but he flipped us over and suddenly I was on top.

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thighs. I lifted up to allow his thick cock the space it needed to enter me and then I hovered over him, his wide head sitting at my entrance. He grabbed my waist and held me in place, looking in my eyes. “Slow.” He commanded.

I held his eyes the entire time I slowly lowered myself down the entire length of his large shaft. I circled my hips, taking him all in and allowed my eyes to close and head to drop back as he filled me completely.

“Fuck Syd.” He said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to cum, I can’t watch you and hold back when you look like that.”

His words excited me. I became so wet that I easily slid up and down his cock as I began to ride him. My pace quickened as I felt my own orgasm build, and he gripped 82/408

my waist to take control of my movements.

He needed me to go slow to maintain control, and I need to go faster to lose mine. I ground down on him as hard as I could, desperate to get the friction I needed.

“Slow.” He growled again in an au-thoritative voice that was desperate to regain the control. One hand released my hip and found my clit, giving me what I needed as he pushed me over the edge. I slowed and let it take over me as it pulsed through my body.

“Look at me.” Jack held my eyes locked to his and watched as the orgasm ripped through me. I would normally close my eyes, but the way he looked at me with such possessive need, made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

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his orgasm rip through him, almost as much as I needed mine to take over me. His already tight body went rock hard as he pumped twice more and came inside of me with a growl.

I collapsed on top of him and he stroked my damp hair as we both struggled to regain our breath. “You do things to me Syd.” He said quietly.

I smiled, such an easy one. “I like to do things to you.”

We both laughed and eventually he dragged me out of bed and into the shower.

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“I better call Sienna, so that she doesn’t worry.” I was dressed in only a towel after our shower.

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“She isn’t worried; she is expecting us in half an hour.” He handed me a Heston Hotels t-shirt and shorts. I looked at him confused, but he didn’t seem to notice. “The hotel shops aren’t open yet and it was all I could get the concierge to find this morning.”

“Thank you.” I slipped the t-shirt on over my head and let the towel drop to the floor. “Why is Sienna expecting us?”

“I made plans with Tyler, we are taking you ladies to the other side of the island for surfing lessons.” I squealed with excitement and jumped up and down. His mouth twitched and he laughed.

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as I could and blow dried my long hair.

When I came out fifteen minutes later, Jack had a full breakfast delivered. “Hungry?” I smiled. “Question number 5.

Starving.”

“That does not count as a personal question, babe. A personal question is how many partners have you had or how old were you when you lost your virginity.”

“Okay then. Question number 5.

One, actually two now. And 16.”

“That shouldn’t count either, I wasn’t asking the question…wait, what, did you say one?” His head snapped to look at me as I sipped my juice.

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enough to cash in a question. “And how many partners have you had Jack?”

“Is that question number 8?” I nodded.

“More than two?” His response was a question, as if to ask if that was going to be an acceptable answer.

“I’m going to need a little more specific of an answer?” I smiled and waited for his answer, letting his squirm for a while.

Even though I had only been with one man, it didn’t mean that I was naïve. I knew that a man that looked the way he does would have ample opportunity.

“I don’t have an exact count.” He said after considering his response.

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I found it adorable that he was afraid to give me an answer. “Ballpark babe.”

His eyes looked away from me.

“Somewhere between 500 and 1,000?” I spit my juice all over the place.

Holy. Shit. I knew he was handsome and it sounded like he was wealthy, but 500 to 1000, really? That wasn’t normal, was it? I made a mental note to ask Sienna about it.

“That’s crazy, how do you have time for anything else?” I teased.

He looked embarrassed and it made me feel badly for playing with him.

“I’m teasing. I guess I’m a lucky woman then to have my rebound fling have such experience. I’ll be expecting to learn a lot of new tricks this week playboy.” I saw him flinch, so I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my legs around 88/408

him. He wrapped his arms around my bottom to hold me in place. “You have no underwear on. If you don’t want me to fuck you on the serving cart and be late to meet your friend, you better jump down and eat quickly.”

I kissed him on the cheek and smiled, letting him know that I wasn’t really upset. Then I jumped down and ate my breakfast because I was sure that Jack would make good on his word if I tempted him.

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Chapter 5

The ride to the other end of the island was amazing. Jack rented an open air jeep and Sienna and I sang loudly along with most of the songs on the radio. The scenery was beautiful and we all laughed and enjoyed the ride. I found myself again thinking about how long it had been since I felt so carefree and happy.

We arrived at the beach and went toward the beach hut to check in for our surf lessons. The guy working looked like he just stepped out of a surfer magazine. He hand long, sun-bleached hair, a dark tan and was wearing sunglasses secured with a lanyard around his head loosely. As we approached he came around the counter smiling.

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“Jack, dude, long time no see.” He clasped Jack’s hand and pulled him into a one armed guy hug.

“Bones, how are you man? It’s been a while.” Jack responded.

“All good, all good. Still taking it one wave at a time. I got the message you were coming down today to get some friends lessons so I had to stop down and check things out. You gonna catch some waves with me for old times sake while your friends get their school on?”

“Sounds good, as long as you let me ride the bone maker.”

Bones laughed and walked around the corner. “You got it man, you know I don’t let just anyone ride the bone maker.”

“I’m touched.” Jack held his hand over his heart in feigned sincerity.

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“So who we got here, these two beautiful women have names playboy?” Bones motioned in our direction.

“This is Sydney and Sienna. And the big ugly guy is Tyler.” Tyler shook his head and laughed, the two men focused their attention on insulting each other, but underneath there was warmth that told their true friendship.

“Where’s Val, she’s going to give Syd a lesson today.” Jack looked around as he spoke.

“Sorry dude, they tried to call you back, but you had already left. Vall couldn’t get here…she’s stuck on Maui doing a pho-toshoot for some suntan lotion shit. She was supposed to be back this morning, but, Vall being Vall and all, she missed her flight. But don’t worry man, we hooked you up, Guy Stokes was in town for a qualifying round for the nationals and we got him to fill in for 93/408

Val.” Bones motioned toward the water to a surfer walking our way carrying his board.

Holy. Shit. I thought I’d died and gone to surfer god heaven. The man coming toward us was breathtaking. Tall, lean and perfectly tanned with a chiseled face and long bleached hair pulled back in a loose pony tail. Definitely not the kind of man I would normally be attracted to, but that kind of man doesn’t walk by all too often.

“I hope that is my instructor, hot damn.” Sienna crowed, without a care in the world that the man she was currently sleeping with was standing right next to her. I looked to Tyler and he didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her comment.

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“Bitch.” Sienna hissed at me.

Bones and I both laughed at Sienna’s response as the surfing god approached.

“Which one of you beautiful ladies is mine for the day?” Stokes flirted, giving his full attention to Sienna and I, completely ignoring Jack and Tyler.

“I raised my hand shyly. That would be me.”

“Damn, I’m one lucky man.” Stokes shook my hand, holding it longer than a normal handshake.

“I hope you go easy on me, it’s my first time.” I hadn’t meant it to come out so flirty, but it did nonetheless.

“I always go easy on first timers, we’ll take our time and go nice and slow.” Sexual-ity poured out of his every word.

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I’m pretty sure I blushed. Jack’s deep voice snapped me out of my momentary bubble with the surfer god.

“Change of plans, you are with Sienna today.” Jack moved closer and put his hand on the small of my back.

I turned and saw Jack’s stone face.

His expression and stance clearly left no room for debate. Jack was staking his claim on me and, oddly enough, it turned me on.

Bones shook his head and laughed.

“Never thought I’d see the day dude.” He gave us all boards and Jack carried both of ours down to the water, where we all parked our stuff on two lounge chairs. I slipped out of my shorts and tank and found Jack watching me.

“You like what you see?” I whispered to him as we all changed.

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Jack ran his fingers through his hair and leaned in to whisper back to me. “I want to rip that little bikini off and run my tongue from that sexy freckle on the inside of your thigh up into that sweet hole and taste your sweet cream.”

Holy. Shit. Did he just really say that? I looked around to see if anyone was listening but everyone else seemed to be engrossed in conversation and oblivious to us.

I felt my clit swell and my nipples harden and I was sure that everyone on the beach knew I was turned on. When my eyes made their way back to Jacks, he gave me a sexy smile and arched one eyebrow, as if he was waiting for my response. He expected me to respond and I could barely breathe I was so turned on. Instead, I did the only thing that came into my mind. I reached up onto my tippy toes and pressed my body into his and kissed him hard.

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It took a minute after I broke the kiss to realize that everyone that was oblivious to us a minute ago had become silent and were watching us intently. Stokes took a deep breath and slowly looked me up and down, not hiding his seductive gaze in the slightest.

“Damn, you sure you don’t want me to give Syd a lesson dude?”

Sienna jokingly punched him and Tyler laughed. Jack, apparently, did not find anything funny. He grabbed my hand and our boards and pulled me to the water with a murderous look on his face.

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We spent the day in the water riding the waves and either Jack was a great teacher or I was a quick learner because I was able to stand after only a few tries. Without having to waste any of my remaining questions, I learned that Jack had patience and was a 98/408

good teacher. We played in the water together and eventually wound up wrapped in each other’s arms floating in the waves. On the way back to the resort, I found my mind wandering again. When was the last time I felt so happy and carefree? I couldn’t remember. Surely, I must have felt the same type of happiness with Michael in the beginning. I just couldn’t remember when things had changed. Michael and I didn’t do outdoor sports together and I had forgotten how much I enjoyed the simple things like bodysurfing at the beach. For a long time I felt like that part of my life was over. Almost as if that type of fun was for kids. But I was beginning to realize that it didn’t have to be that way.

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Chapter 6

The minute we entered our room, Sienna began her inquisition. She must have been about ready to burst with all the questions she had stored up for me. “Holy shit Syd, that man wouldn’t let another man touch you with a ten foot pole! Normally I would think possessive was annoying, but on that man, it is sexy as all hell. He’s so into you. And speaking of into you, spill on the sex.”

The honest truth was that I wanted to share with Sienna; I just didn’t know how to do it. I had spent so much time with Michael that I never learned to dish because I didn’t have flings to dish about. Sienna, on the other hand, made dishing a science. She could give a blow by blow of her night that would rival the best erotica novelist. “It was awe-some.” God I sucked at dishing.

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“Well I could have told you that just looking at the man!” She wasn’t going to accept my three word summary of my escapades.

“I guess I just don’t have much to compare it to, but if I am comparing it to sex with Michael, it’s like comparing the Rolling Stones to our 8th grade band, Punk White girls.” I may not be good at giving an account of my sexual promiscuity, but I could always get my point across to Sienna with a music analogy. “He’s a bit dominating, but it’s mixed with a hint of a sexy sweetness somewhere down deep, so it isn’t over-whelming. And, it helps that he is well endowed.”

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cracked up on the bed like we were in ninth grade again.

“Just be careful Syd. This is supposed to be your rebound fling and I don’t want to see you getting hurt.” It wasn’t a lecture, I knew she meant well, I didn’t have much experience with men, especially men like Jack, and I was just out of a bad breakup.

“I will Sienna. He’s just made me realize that I was dead for a lot of years, just going through the motions and not controlling my own life.” I sighed. “I didn’t know how much I needed this week.”

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Dinner with Tyler, Sienna and Jack was entertaining, to say the least. We laughed the entire time and I saw a new, playful side of Jack. Tyler and Jack went back as far as Sienna and I, and their history together was anything but tame. Tyler told 103/408

stories of them growing up together and all of the fights they got into. Sienna and I told stories of all of the fights we caused.

After dinner Tyler asked if we wanted to go dancing at the resort’s club. Jack answered before I could respond. “Another night, we have plans.” Sienna looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

Tyler slapped Jack on the shoulder. “Whatever man. You guys have a good night. Just remember the boys own your ass tomorrow for our trip.” I said good night to Sienna and Jack led us out of the restaurant with his hand burning a hole at the small of my back. “So, what plans do we have?” I smiled up at the beautiful man, intrigued at what he had planned.

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plans for us, but I’m not sure if I’ll make it the next few hours without being inside of you.”

I swallowed. Why did his domineering attitude turn me on, yet if Michael tried to control me I wanted to flee? “Well maybe we should do something about that before we attend to your plans.” He raised his eyebrow in a challenge. “You do realize that I will fuck you right here in the hall if you keep teasing me, right?”

Although

it

sounded

like

something someone would say to make a point, I was pretty sure from the way he was looking at me that he would actually do it. I bit my lip and went to say something back to him, then decided it might not be a good idea to poke a pacing lion looking to pounce, and clamped my mouth shut.

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“Fuck.” He slammed his mouth in-to mine and I submitted to the most possessive, wildly sensual kiss I ever had in my life.

I was panting and dizzy when the kiss broke.

Jack grabbed my hand and I followed him as he sped down the halls, determined to get to some destination. I had to stop wearing such high heels when I was with this man, as he seemed to have a habit of leaving me breathless and dragging me off like a caveman.

Jack opened a door and we entered what must have been a hotel employee’s office. From the look of it, I would have guessed that it was a manager’s office. Before I could get a good look around to really see where we were, he was on me. The passion from the kiss a few minutes before had only escalated. His tongue stroked mine and I could feel his heart pounding against my chest as he held me tight to him. My body was held tightly to his and I was acutely 106/408

aware of every hard muscle hard pressed up against me.

“I need to fuck you fast and hard now babe. I’ll make it up to you with slow and sweet later.” He was telling me, not asking for permission, although I nodded my agreement anyway.

He turned me around and pushed us to the corner of the room where the desk sat. He bent me forward and leaned my body over the desk, my arms extending forward over the length of the desk. “Hold onto the desk babe.”

I did as I was told. I was vaguely aware of him pulling up my skirt and then I felt his finger cupping my sex. “Your so fucking wet for me, God I need to be inside you.” I heard his zipper go down and then his right arm reached around my waist hoisting my ass higher up in the air and holding me 107/408

firmly in place. I was bent over a desk, completely exposed and never more turned on in my life.

I felt the head of his swollen cock at my opening and then he thrust into me deeply, in one long spear. My back tried to arch, but his arm held me firmly bent over in place where he needed me.

My body

clenched around his thickness and I thought I might come before he even had a chance to pull back out once. His hips slowly circled, and he gently pulled out an inch and pushed back in a few times. I could feel him straining to maintain his control. “You ready for me babe?”

My body ached and my mind couldn’t focus on anything but satisfying my body. “Yes.” It came out as demanding and frustrated as I felt.

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Jack pulled out and slammed his thick cock into me. I cried out with ecstasy as he slammed in and out of me with deep hard thrusts. My body gave in and my hips pushed back to meet every demanding deep spear. I moaned as I felt my body radiate and begin to tremble all over.

“Fuck, fuck. Come for me now.” He demanded. My body acted on his command without hesitation, a full wave of orgasm ripping through me at his words. I cried out, wild for him and let my body take him in.

He came with a ferocious growl as he pounded into me relentlessly. I felt him shake as his orgasm tore through him.

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reacted with a shiver. From behind, Jack lifted me up and cradled me, carrying me to a couch I hadn’t realized was there. He laid on his back and cradled me to his chest.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice was raspy and low.

“Me too.” I turned my head and kissed his hard chest before snuggling back into his arms.

We laid there for a while in comfortable silence. I had no idea where I was or who might walk in, yet it didn’t bother me.

Somehow I knew nothing would happen to me while I was in Jack’s arms.

“As much as I’d rather take you upstairs to my room and start round two now, I’m going to take you out as I planned. I know you didn’t come all this way to see the inside of my suite, so I’m going to show you some of my favorite places on the island. “ 110/408

He gently kissed the top of my head and I felt my heart swell a little.

***

We drove in the dark for almost a half hour, half of the time spent winding our way up and around a narrow road. I was glad I wasn’t driving, because I was barely able see the road and I knew we were getting higher as I felt my ears pop as we made our slow assent. Jack pulled to the side of the road as we reached flat land. He came around and opened my door and took my hand to help me from the Jeep. He reached in the back and pulled out a blanket and laced my fingers through his, tugging me to follow.

We walked through the darkness onto a grassy field. There were no other cars in sight and we were far from streetlights and noise. Jack spread the blanket out and 111/408

wrapped his arms around me pulling me gently down to the blanket. I wasn’t sure where we were or what we were doing, but I didn’t care when Jack’s arms were wrapped around me.

“Close your eyes.”

I did as instructed and closed my eyes, although it was so dark outside that the view didn’t actually change that much. Jack positioned me on my back and then I felt him lay next to me, holding my hand.

“Okay, open.” I opened my eyes slowly and gasped at the sight. A million stars danced and twinkled, so close it looked as if I could reach my hand out and grab one.

“Wow, this is incredible.” I stared up in awe of the lights that danced in the sky above me.

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Jack held my hand and lifted my arm pointing to the sky, slowly tracking the trail between the brightest stars. “The Big Dipper.” He connected the dots to seven bright stars with our joined hands. There were four shaped together to form the bowl and three to form the handle. “The Little Dipper.” He connected the dots to trace the next picture, close to the first one. He pointed out all the named constellations he knew and then we took turns finding our own pictures in the sky. I found a heart and a tree; he found a dog and a bike. We laid there together, both of us lying on our backs, hand in hand for hours talking and drawing pictures in the sky.

“Tell me about your last girlfriend.” I asked softly as we studied the sky.

“Question number 9. This one was wasted Jill.” Jack chuckled. “I was 16 and we went out for three months. She dumped 113/408

me when I got caught making out with her best friend.”

I laughed, surely he was kidding, but he didn’t say more. “Are you saying you haven’t had a girlfriend since you were 16?”

“Yep.”

I turned on my side, propping myself up on my elbow to look at him. “You don’t expect me to believe that a gorgeous man like you, who is incredible in bed, has only had one girlfriend, when he was 16?”

“I’m glad you think I’m incredible in bed.” His voice was so damn sexy.

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He took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly. “I told you the truth both times. I had one girlfriend, but lots of partners.”

“So all of the others were one night stands?” I knew he had to have lots of casual sex in order to have so many partners, but something about only having one girlfriend freaked me out a bit.

“No, Syd. Some of them were more than one night stands. But I wouldn’t say that any of them were my girlfriend, other than when I was 16.” His tone was getting stronger and more defensive.

“Define girlfriend.”

I thought

maybe we had different definitions of the terms.

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care for and have a mutually exclusive relationship with.”

Okay, so I couldn’t chalk his answer up to a difference in a definition. How could this gorgeous man who just took me to his favorite spot to show me the stars not have found someone to have a relationship with. There must have been women clamor-ing at the opportunity. “I can’t imagine you lacked the opportunity, is it the mutually exclusive part that you weren’t interested in?” He was quiet for a long moment. I liked that he didn’t just spit out an answer for the sake of hearing himself speak, as many men would have done. He seemed to give my questions due consideration before he responded. “I enjoy sex and spending time with women. But I have my business and a life and I guess I never found anyone that made me want to complicate things.” 116/408

“Complicate things?” You see having a girlfriend as a complication?” I couldn’t hide the appall in my voice.

His tone changed and I could tell he was getting more defensive. “How did your

relationship

end?

I’d

call

that

complicated.”

I rolled back on my back and took a deep breath. He was right, relationships were complicated. A week or two of fun with someone like we were doing now, was probably much more simple.

Jack lifted himself and brought his face close to mine. “I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean that to come out the way it did.” He kissed me chastely on the mouth.

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“No.” I jumped at his booming response, startled; his voice was stern and un-expected. “You deserve a happily ever after, don’t listen to my shit.” He lifted himself up and reached out his hand to help me up. My stupid questions had upset him again. Jack had given me a great day at the beach, a fun dinner with friends and a sweet evening under the stars and I ruined it with more prodding.

The drive home seemed longer than the drive there. We both were quiet and our conversation was limited to discuss-ing the radio station and Jack pointing to a few landmarks as we passed by. It was the first time since I met him that there was any uncomfortable silence.

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wanted to change the mood, but wasn’t sure how to do it.

“I have to get up early in the morning, the guys and I are taking a day trip over to the island of Paui for an all day fishing trip. Our flight leaves at 7am.” His voice was distant and my heart sank at his response.

He was ending our fling. I knew what it was when it started, but we had so much fun and chemistry, I let myself get lost in it. I couldn’t let him see me get upset.

“That sounds like fun.” I did my best perky and carefree impression.

Jack walked me to my room, and I tried to hide my disappointment. He kissed me and watched the door close before leaving. It was the first time since I met him that we didn’t make any plans to see each other again. Inside my room, I didn’t cry, although I was sad. Sienna was right, I had 119/408

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Chapter 7

I woke to the phone ringing the next morning. The hotel manager had heard about Sienna and I singing at the bar a few nights ago and wanted to know if we would fill in for the lead singer at the resort’s nightly themed party. The band’s lead singer had come down with the flu and the backup they usually used was in Maui working a wedding that night. I wasn’t really in the mood to sing, but the manager’s desperation made me feel guilty knowing that I could help him. Plus, technically, the hotel was my employer, and it wouldn’t look good if anyone heard that I refused to help out with a singing gig, when I was available. I reluctantly agreed and told him that we would come down and rehearse later in the afternoon with the band.

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Sienna was in surprisingly good shape that morning and seemed genuinely excited about our gig when I told her about it. We decided to spend the day at the beach before our rehearsal. We both put on our bikinis and sarongs, big floppy hats and filled out straw bags with tabloid magazines and ipods.

The beach was quiet and we found two loungers near a straw hut.

We posi-

tioned our chairs to face the sun and both tilted our chairs back to lie on our backs.

“What happened with you and Jack, I was surprised to find you in our room when I came in this morning?”

“He said he had to get up early for a fishing trip to an outer island this morning.” I wanted to hide the disappointed in my voice, but Sienna knew me too well.

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“Oh. I didn’t think that man was going to let you out from underneath him the whole week. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I guess I just assumed it was going to last the whole week too, but I think the fling has flung and we are done.” I tried my best at casual.

“Well, whatever it was it seemed to work, you didn’t spend the first few days of our honeymoon talking about that asshole Michael at least.” Sienna smiled at me.

She was right. I barely even thought about Michael the last few days, un-less I was comparing him to Jack and he was landing on the light side of the scale. I’m sure she had expected me to be sad and re-miniscent about my years with Michael on our trip, after all we were on the honeymoon that I had planned to spend with Michael.

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The odd thing was that I missed Jack more than Michael.

“Who could think of Michael with Jack as a distraction?” I smiled.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself with him. If you’re done, can I have him now?” Sienna teased.

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A quiet day on the beach was just what I had needed. We soaked up the sun, went for a swim, had pina coladas and read trashy magazines together. It was girl heaven. By early afternoon the sun was scorching and Sienna decided that we needed to go island shopping for our show that night. We hopped on the hotel shuttle bus and headed downtown to the shopping district that rivaled most big cities.

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As was our tradition since sixth grade, and we were allowed to go to the mall ourselves, we spent the first hour of our shopping excursion picking out outfits for the other to try on. I always found frumpy things for her to try on and she always made me try on the sluttiest dresses she could find. We wandered in and out of stores; our arms linked and faces smiling, as we got lost in our own little world.

We eventually settled on coordinating outfits. We didn’t match our outfits when we performed together, but we always coordinated something between what we wore. Some times it was a similar color, or a similar style, this time we had found a coordinating flower and skirt length. I picked out a simple white strapless dress that hugged my curves. It was short, but not too short where I would be giving the front row a private show if the stage were more than a foot off the ground. Sienna picked out a 126/408

black tank dress, with a dozen chains around the waist that hung as a belt around her hips. We bought two large hot pink flowers to put into our hair and tie our outfits together. It worked to tie our outfits together and gave us an island look.

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We worked up a set list with the band that was half their regular songs and half our picks. The crowd was light at first, but the party started early for a vacation schedule. By ten thirty the crowd was big and we were getting lost in our performance.

We took a break and had some water and then our first song back was one of our own originals. It was a ballad, where I sang the lead and Sienna joined in on the chorus. We wrote the song in our senior year in high school, when things seemed much simpler.

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was the other’s missing half. I closed my eyes as I sang it and let the emotion of the words wash over me.

When the last note played, I felt drained and opened my eyes to a huge ap-plause from the crowd. I smiled and looked around, spotting Jack leaning against the corner of a doorway staring at me. My heart skipped a beat when our eyes locked. Everyone else seemed to be applauding or smiling, but he just stood there watching me with a serious look on his face and a drink in his hand. I directed a small smile at him and tiled my head in question toward him. He held up his drink in cheers and I watched as he drank the full glass empty.

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I nodded and we picked an upbeat song that was popular with the drunken sing-a-long crowds. Sienna and I took turns singing to each other and harmonized at the chorus to the song. When it was Sienna’s turn to sign, I scanned the crowd looking for Jack, but he was gone. I tried not to let it upset me that he disappeared as fast as he came, but I couldn’t help but look for him the rest of the night.

We sang our last song some time after midnight and the house band continued to play. Sienna was on a high from the show and, although I had a great time, I was still a little disappointed that Jack hadn’t stayed.

Sienna ordered our usual post show shots and a crowd gathered around us to tell us how much they enjoyed the show. A couple recognized Sienna from her days with the band and they bought our second round.

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next round. Sienna accepted for both of us and we sat around talking for a while. My heart wasn’t in it, but they were nice and I didn’t want to be rude.

The taller of the two men asked me to dance when a slow song came on, and I politely declined. He grabbed my hand and tugged playfully at me to follow, but I was reluctant and really didn’t want to go.

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jack’s voice from behind me sent a shiver up my spine.

“Mind your own business asshole, we are just being friendly.” The poor guy must have thought a random man was coming to my rescue after misreading the situ-ation when he tried to pull me to the dance floor.

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guy touching you babe?” His face was serious and I could see the rage barely beneath the surface.

“No, but…”

His eyes didn’t leave mine but his voice was clearly directed at the guy. “Get.

The. Fuck. Away. From. Her.” Through the corner of my eyes I saw the guy take a few steps back, but I didn’t dare look away from Jack.

“You coming with me, or do I have to carry you out of here?” I searched his face, and I knew he was serious, yet my legs weren’t moving.

He leaned in close to me, “5, 4, 3…” I jumped up and he wrapped his arm tight around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. He leaned down and 131/408

kissed me. A hard, passionate and demanding kiss. He released my mouth and his arm was still wrapped tight around my waist. His other arm reached down behind my knees lifting me up into his arms.

“What are you doing, I got up to come with you?”

“You took too long.” Jack started toward the door and I heard Sienna laugh and yell “Bye guys!”

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I wrapped my arms around his neck as he walked and he carried me all the way to his room. He managed to unlock the door and open it without ever putting me down. “Did you have a good time today on your trip?” I was suddenly nervous and felt the need to talk.

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“Yes.” He opened the door to the bedroom and walked toward the big bed.

“How was the fishing?” I had no idea why I was desperate to suddenly make small talk.

“Good.” He gently placed me down on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt, watching me intently as I watched him.

“What did you catch?” The corners of his mouth turned up and he looked amused.

“Wahoo.” He threw the shirt on the floor and reached for his belt, undoing it at a slow and steady pace.

“Did you go out on a big boat?” I must have sounded like a kid trying to stall for time to figure out what she was going to do.

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“Yes.” Almost a full smile.

“What time did you get back?” Not only was I asking ridiculous questions, but I was also speaking way to fast.

“10.” He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them.

“Who caught the most fish?”

“Me.” His thumbs hooked into his sexy boxer briefs and he pulled them down, revealing his fully aroused manhood. Fully naked, he took two steps toward me.

“Are you going to answer all my questions with one word?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

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“Oh”

He climbed on the bed and began to pull my dress down. I wiggled to help him free it from around my hips.

“Why don’t you want to talk?”

“Because I owe you slow and sweet and I really want to give it to you.”

“Oh.” I had no idea why I was so nervous when I had already been intimate with him, but the way he looked at me that night scared me. I wasn’t afraid of him, I was afraid of what he could make me feel.

He gently covered my body with his and his mouth captured mine in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue licked along my lips, tasting and nibbling as he slowly paid attention to every inch of my mouth. I felt his thick erection pressed up against me, throbbing on my dampened skin.

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He pulled back his face to look at me, and I struggled to keep my emotions from showing. He leaned his forehead into mine and his eyes held mine. His hand slowly traveled down the side of my body, caressing every curve. “I missed you today.” His voice was quiet and sincere.

“Me too.” I whispered softly as he looked down at me, his eyes not allowing my waiver.

His hand found my breast and he circled my nipple gently with his forefinger.

My nipple puckered in anticipation of his touch.

His eyes never left mine as he watched my reaction to his touch. My eyes closed on impulse, as his firmly pinched my hard nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Look at me.” He commanded.

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and pinching my taught nipple. It felt so good, I wanted to shut my eyes and give in to the pleasure, but his eyes held mine in place.

He slowly reached his head down and licked a slow, leisurely circle around the edge of my nipple, his eyes still not releasing mine. He sucked in my nipple firmly and bit down, igniting every nerve in my body. My back arched to his touch and he shifted to my other breast, repeating his slow circling and firm suck with a strong bite.

“Oh, God.” I moaned and my hips pushed to find him.

He released my taught nipple and his head came back to hovering over mine.

He kissed me again, sucking my tongue and taking control of the kiss. I really thought I could come from just the way he kissed me.

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while he pleasured me. The thought that he was turned on by watching my reaction to him made me wild.

I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders and dug my nails into his back. I needed more. He nibbled his way from my mouth to my shoulder, licking back up to my ear. “You are so beautiful, Syd. I want to watch you come.” I wrapped my legs around his back, desperate for friction. His words brought me so close and I needed him inside me.

“Please” was the only word that I could get out. At that moment, I would have begged for him if I had to.

He took a long breath in and exhaled deeply. “Not yet.” His hand slid down my torso. My body was damp with desire. “I don’t want to hurt you, you’re so tight.” He slid one finger into me and I writhed beneath 138/408

him. Two pumps of his hand and he easily slid a second finger into my slickness.

I let out a small moan as his fingers stretched me open and my head relaxed back. As he pushed into me with two fingers, his thumb found my swollen clit. My hips pushed up, begging for more. “That’s it babe, make yourself feel good.” I lifted my hips and pushed against his fingers, stroking and pushing them in and out of my wet body.

His thumb increased the pressure on my clit as his fingers rubbed in and out, finding a sensitive spot inside of me. My body arched to his touch and he withdrew his fingers slowly from me and brought them to my mouth. I licked the juice from his fingers and he let out a feral growl.

He positioned himself on top of me and I lifted my hips, desperate to have him inside of me. “Slow and sweet babe, slow and sweet.” He said with a raspy voice as he 139/408

slowly pushed into me. His green eyes were dark gray and dilated and I knew he was having as difficult of a time going slow as I was, but he wouldn’t allow himself to lose control.

I gasped as he pushed deep inside of me. He was so thick and long. His eyes were full of lust and emotion, but he refused to allow them close. The connection between us was intense and we were lost as we watched each other as he slowly pushed in and out of me, filling me to the hilt and drawing almost all the way out. His rhythm was slow and restrained and I watched his face struggle to keep the control with each deep thrust.

A deep moan escaped from my throat as my pleasure ratcheted up to new heights. His face tensed with my sound and I knew he couldn’t hold his control much longer, but it felt so good and I didn’t want it 140/408

to end. I tilted my hips up as he thrust down and circled into me, penetrating deeper than he had ever been. He buried his face into my neck and kissed his way from my shoulder blade to my ear as he swiveled his hips, grinding his big rock hard cock into me. “Come for me baby, I want to watch you.”

His words pushed me over the edge and my body exploded in pleasure. I climaxed in a relentless spiraling orgasm that had me calling his name over and over as it tore through me. My eyes unconsciously closed as I succumbed to the waves rippling though me. “Eyes.” I opened my eyes to his demand, Jack watched as it took over my body and melted me to the core. He quickened his thrusts and whispered “Fucking beautiful” as I felt his body tense and pin me in place when he came long and hard, filling me deeply.

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As we both came down, his thrusts slowed to a leisurely pace and he kissed me sweetly. “I’m sorry about last night.” He said softly, as he pushed an escaped piece of my hair back from my face.

“You didn’t do anything to be sorry about.” It was true; he hadn’t really done anything wrong, yet I understood why he was apologizing.

He looked into my eyes, searching for something, then kissed me chastely.

“Your beautiful and sweet, but shit at lying Syd.”

I laughed because I knew he was right. Sienna had always told me the same thing.

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last night and what had upset him so much, but thought better about ruining another night. Realization suddenly dawned on me that we only had two more days before I left and I had no idea when he was leaving.

“When are you scheduled to leave?” I asked bravely.

“Tomorrow at 7am.” My heart stopped and I raised my head to look up at him. He looked at me with wry curved lips.

“But I am delayed my return flight.” I released a breath that I hadn’t realized that I was holding and he hugged me tightly to his chest.

“When did you delay it to?” I whispered, afraid his answer would only leave us an extra few hours.

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I lifted my head and propped myself up on my elbow smiling. “You are staying until I leave?”

“Yes.”

I threw myself at him, planting baby kisses all over his face.

He laughed

and the warm deep sound washed away my reluctance to show him how relieved I was that he was staying.

“So how many more days am I staying?” He asked and I could hear his smile in his voice.

“Two.”

“Two it is then.”

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The next morning, I woke and found Jack already awake, watching me. He smiled at me.

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“How long have you been awake?” He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed the palm of my hand. “Not long.”

“Shower?” He asked as I stretched to unwind my body from around his.

“Caffeine.” I responded on a whine.

“Addict?” He caught my earlobe between my teeth.

“Yes.” I responded breathlessly from his one touch. “You?”

“Nope, no coffee, tea or soda.” He stated matter of fact. My head snapped back to him as if he had just admitted that he was a vampire and drank the blood of his vic-tims. Who doesn’t drink caffeine of some type in the morning?

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“How do you wake up in the morning then?” I was almost in a cold sweat at the thought of having to start a day without at least two cups of coffee.

“I go to the gym.” Ugh, one of those.

“In the morning?” I asked in an in-credulous tone.

“Yes, as soon as I wake up. I either go to the gym or for a run before I start my day. I take it that isn’t something that you approve of?” He was amused at my response.

“Nothing comes before caffeine in my world.” I overly emphasized the word nothing, to add drama.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him, pressing his erection into me. “Nothing huh?” A devilish smile, as he smacked my ass hard. “Go get in the shower, and I’ll 146/408

order you some coffee and breakfast. Then I’ll show you what comes before caffeine when you’re with me.”

I rubbed my bare ass and rose in protest, making a point of prancing my naked body slowly to the bathroom. Then I turned and stuck out my tongue at him. I heard the smile in his voice as he ordered room service.

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Chapter 8

After a long, thoroughly satisfying shower and some much needed caffeine and breakfast, we headed out for the day. Jack wouldn’t tell me where we were headed, only that he was going to show me a few of his favorite places in Hawaii.

I honestly didn’t

care where we were headed, Jack had my fingers laced through his as he drove, the wind was in my hair and I had spent the last 24

hours having the best sex of my life. I was a happy girl.

I looked over at Jack driving and he smiled at me. All perfect and beautiful and emanating raw manhood. I smiled back at him and he squeezed my hand. My thoughts ran away from me and I found myself thinking about how good he must look in a business suit with his hair slicked back. He really could model if he wanted to, I could see him with one hand in the pocket of his 149/408

Christian Dior tuxedo, helping a woman with long legs out of a car in a magazine advertisement.

We pulled onto a gravel road and down a dirt path that led to very tall metal gates. A guard approached and began to ask for some id, until he recognized Jack. “Shit Cole, I didn’t know you were coming. How you been son?”

“Good, Stephan, how is the family?” The two shook hands like old friends, although Stephan was old enough to be Jack’s father. “Stephan, this is Syd, he’s been with us longer than I’ve been around.” Jack laughed and I said smiled and said hello to the man.

“They’re doing great. Does Caleb know you’re coming, or do you want me to call ahead and tell him to get things ready for you?”

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“He knows I’m coming, but thanks Stephan. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Be careful up there Cole.” The gates opened and Jack started down the dirt road. I could see a large building in the distance. “The way he called you Cole, it sounded like your first name. I thought Cole was your last name?” Jack smiled. “Question number 10

babe. It’s my middle name. I’m a junior and some of my father’s long time business associates started calling me Cole to avoid confusion when I was a kid. It stuck, so to the old timers I’m Cole.”

“Is your father here?” After what he told me about his father, I didn’t think we would be spending the afternoon visiting him.

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Jack laughed. “No, he’s not here.

If he were, I wouldn’t be on the island. I told you my family owns a lot of different businesses, this is one of them. I come here when I visit and borrow some of their inventory.”

I was confused at what inventory he was planning on borrowing, but quickly became distracted by the low flying helicopter almost directly above our head. The sudden loud noise scared me and I jumped in my seat.

Jack looked amused. “It’s a helicopter launch area babe, I didn’t mean for it to scare you.”

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grabbed my hand and a man walked to greet us.

Jack shook hands with the man and I smiled. I couldn’t hear what they were saying because of the sound coming from the helicopter that was just landing. I watched in awe as the big machine gently settled on the ground. Jack leaned in close to me and yelled “Are you ready?” over the sound of the nearby helicopter. I shook my head, unsure if I was ready for what was really to come next. Jack grabbed my hand and led me to the helicopter, helping me in the passenger side and handing me a set of earphones, motioning for me to put them on.

Then he disappeared and I was shocked when he got in behind the driver’s seat. He put on his headphones and I watched his mouth move and heard his voice in my headphones. “You doing okay babe?” 153/408

I nodded, utterly confused. “Are you going to drive this thing?” Jack laughed. “Yes, I’m a licensed pilot. I’ve been flying these since I was 16.

You are safe with me.” He reached over and grabbed my hand, squeezing reassurance in-to my body

I gave him a halfhearted attempt at a smile and he reached up and grabbed my face. “Stop worrying, I won’t let anything happen to you beautiful.” Then his mouth covered mine and he gave me a long slow kiss. I wasn’t sure if he did it to help me relax or not, but it seemed to have worked.

Jack buckled us both in and gave me one last nod, before we started to go up.

It was an odd feeling to go straight up in the air. I had obviously flown before, but never in a helicopter. Planes go up on an angle, which is a very different feeling.

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We lifted off the ground and I had the strange sensation that someone was dangling us from a rope above. I was excited and terrified at the same time. My nerves didn’t let me speak until our altitude leveled out and we were starting to travel forward at a steady pace.

“You okay babe?” Jack’s voice was full of concern as he looked over at me. One of the reasons I wasn’t a good liar, was because my emotions showed on my face.

“I’m getting there. At least I don’t feel like I am going to pass out anymore.” I smiled.

He reached across and grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Try to relax and look around, this is the best way to see the island.”

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breathtaking. Turquoise water, bejeweled with vivid coral reefs contrasted against Bill-lowing white sand beaches. It looked like I could see the ocean floor, with how clear the water was. Jack pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed the top of my hand. I smiled and felt myself start to relax a little.

He pointed to the right, out my window, at a patch of green in the distance. “We’re heading that way, over the rainforest.” I nodded my head and smiled, a sincere smile this time.

The green forest in the distance quickly came into view and Jack circled the breathtaking coastline. As we rounded the massive forest of trees, a clearing came into vision of the most amazing tall waterfalls I had ever seen. I gasped in excitement, the picturesque scenery helping me to rid of the last of my nerves. “That’s Sacred Falls. It was the first place I flew on my own when I got my license.” We flew a little further and 156/408

Jack warned me that he was going to bring the helicopter down a little to show me something.

We flew lower for a few minutes and then Jack took my hand and squeezed it.

“Here we go babe.” Then he raised us up dramatically along the side of huge cliffs so that it felt like we were scaling them. I couldn’t help but scream in delight. It was terrifying but exciting, and my adrenalin was pumping.

A little while later Jack landed us on a large open green field, with no one in sight.

He powered the helicopter down and came around to help me down. I jumped up and hugged him as soon as my feet reached the ground. “That was so incredible!” Jack smiled and looked pleased. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we walked for a while. We reached a 157/408

secluded beach and took off our shoes to let the warm, crystal clear water wash over our feet as we walked. “So, you’re out of questions, and I still have half of mine left.” A sexy half smile that reached his enticing eyes.

I kicked a little water at his leg. “I guess you do.”

He shook his head, but smiled. The man was utterly delicious. “Do you like pornography?”

He asked the question in the same tone as if he had just asked me to pass the salt. I tried not to blush, but I felt my face heat. I was glad we were walking so I wouldn’t be subjected to his intense scrutiny as I squirmed and heated at his question.

“Question number 6. I guess that depends on what you are talking about.

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news stands, videos of explicit sex acts or a couple going at it on the street right in front of me.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, surprised at my response. “All of them.” His question was odd, but then, everything about the man was unpredict-able. In the short time that I had known him, I had learned that as soon as I thought I understood him, I was quickly proven wrong.

“Well, I don’t mind the magazines, although I also don’t see their allure. Let me correct my answer, I don’t mind the magazine, as long as it isn’t left in a bathroom. One of Michael’s friends always had that type of magazines in the bathroom and it freaked me out when I used the bathroom, wondering what he touched when he was done with the magazine.” 159/408

I looked to Jack to gauge his response on my answer and he looked amused, so I continued. “As to movies, I’ve watched a few and I don’t think they were my thing either.

But perhaps I didn’t watch the right ones. I guess I always felt insecure watching them, since I didn’t have much experience. I also didn’t get how the women could be okay with making a sex video for money. “ I took a breath and tried to remember what the last part of his question was.

“And finally, as to watching sex in the street, I’ve never had the pleasure, so I can’t tell you how I felt about it.” When my answer was out, I realized it really wasn’t a difficult thing to answer; it was just new to me to discuss the subject openly with anyone.

Michael and I never spoke about sex, which might have been why it was so dull compared to with Jack.

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Jack stopped and pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around my waist.

He gave me a chaste kiss on the mouth and looked down at me “I’m the one asking the questions, you’re all out stranger. Come on, let’s head back, I want to get us back in the air as the sun goes down.”

“You know, Jack Cole whatever your last name is, some women might think you were a romantic with sunset helicopter rides and long walks on the beach.” I teased.

“If sharing what I enjoy with you is romantic, then I guess maybe I am. But it would only be you that would think it, because I’ve never shared anything more than my bed with other women.” My heart swelled a little bit. It was a good thing that we only had another day and a half, or I might have fallen head over heels 161/408

for the dominating, controlling, sexy as all hell, romantic man.

Chapter 9

The next day and a half flew by as Jack and I spent almost every minute together. Most of his friends had flown back, but Tyler had extended his stay and the four of us enjoyed a night of dinner and slow dancing, before Jack had announced that we were calling it a night. We were all heading to the airport the next morning together, Sienna and I flying back to New York, with a change in Chicago, and Jack and Tyler were flying to Los Angeles for a business meeting Jack had postponed to extend his stay in Hawaii.

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beneath the beautiful exterior. Our connection was more than just physical, although we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Jack had been honest about who he was from the start, and I wasn’t going to ruin what we had by begging for more. But deep down inside I secretly hoped that maybe he would ask me for more, and I hated that I was setting myself up for a disastrous disappointment.

I had decided while I was getting ready that I was going to go down on Jack that night. He had taken care of me in so many ways and never asked for me to recip-rocate. To most, sexual intercourse was the most intimate part of a sexual relationship, but to me oral sex was. It was something that Michael had always told me that I was good at, and I had planned to show Jack how much I enjoyed my time with him in a way that I knew he would enjoy.

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The two glasses of wine I had with dinner had left me feeling confident and as soon as we were inside his room, I was anxious to please him. I took his face in my hand and kissed him fiercely, as I lowered his zipper with my other hand. I reached in to his boxer briefs and ran my hand the length of his long hard shaft. He groaned, which only further ignited my frenzy to take him in my mouth. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. “I want to taste you.” He exhaled loudly as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I pulled his pants down the rest of the way, catching his wide head with my tongue as he moved to step out of his pants. I slowly licked the warm cum glistening on the tip and looked up at him through hooded eyes. He was watching me intently, as I knew he would. I fluttered my tongue around his swollen head and licked firmly down the underside. My lips glided 165/408

over his thick crown and I surprised him by taking him down in one long suck.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, clearly struggling to keep his control.

His arousal

turned me on and fueled my performance, I wouldn’t be happy until he was shattered.

I bobbed my head as I took him down, his long hard cock hitting the back of my throat. I reached for his balls and cupped him, squeezing firmly as I sucked furiously.

I felt his heavy veins swell and course the length of him, as he grew thicker with each swallow.

“Jesus Christ Syd.” He grabbed my head and threaded his fingers through my hair harshly. The thought of the powerful man struggling to keep his control had me on the brink of my own orgasm. On a desperate thrust down, I swallowed, taking him even deeper into the back of my throat. That was 166/408

his undoing. His hands wrapped tightly in my hair and he harshly pulled my head still as his own thrusts took over for my bobbing head. He was fucking my mouth out of a carnal need to get to his own release and it made me wild.

I had brought him to a place where he lost control and I felt powerful and satisfied.

“I’m going to come babe.” His voice was gruff and raspy and sexy as hell. I grabbed his ass to let him know it was okay and he let out a ferocious growl as he spurt his hot cum into the back of my throat. He came so hard and so much that I struggled to breathe as he filled my throat with his warm thick semen.

Jack didn’t notice as he continued his harsh thrusts until he emptied himself inside of me and I swallowed every last drop of him.

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drop of him. Jack loosened his grip on my head and slowly unwound his fingers from my hair. He lifted me up and kissed the top of my forehead tenderly. “Smart decision to keep that to yourself until our last night, or I would never have let you leave the room.” His reaction gave me deep satisfaction. If he wasn’t going to breakdown and profess his unbridled love for me, I at least wanted to give him something he could remember me by. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, I snuggled into his firm chest.” His hand reached down and stroked my cheek. “I enjoyed everything about this week babe.”

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to be able to measure up. “Me too.” My voice was little more than a whisper.

We stayed awake until the sun came up that night, neither of us wanting to waste any of the precious time we had together left. Jack made love to me while staring into my eyes with a tender possessiveness that I felt deep down in my soul. I didn’t remember falling asleep, I only remembered feeling happier than I had ever been.

Chapter 10

Sienna and I finished packing in silence and she knew that I was struggling not to get upset. She had warned me to remember that it was a fling, and not become too attached, but of course I didn’t listen. Even though it had started out as purely sexual gratification, it turned into something more, for me at least. Sienna could have said ‘I told you so’ when she saw my face as we pulled the last of our luggage from our room. But instead, she reached out and gave me a hug.

“This isn’t the end of something Syd, It’s the beginning of your new life. The one you are going to lead. I know you really liked him, but there will be lots of others. You needed this to move on. So don’t look back and use it to keep moving forward.” She pulled back and studied my face. I had tears welled up in my eyes and fought to hold them back.

“Suck those tears back girl, crying is for wussies.”

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We both laughed as we followed after the bellman bringing the luggage down to meet Jack. Jack and Tyler were waiting and loaded our luggage into the car. I tried my best to act cool and nonchalant, but I knew it was written all over my face. As soon as we got on the road, Sienna reached up and took control of the radio, finding us something we enjoyed singing. I knew what she was doing, and I loved her for it. I closed my eyes and sang my heart out with Sienna as we made our way to the airport. If anything could help me change my mood, it was singing.

The drive to the airport took longer than we had anticipated, and we had to rush to make it to our gate on time. Jack’s flight was after ours, so he walked us to the gate and held my carry on.

The plane was

already boarding when we made out way down, and I felt nauseous at having to say goodbye to him.

We kissed goodbye and

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Jack held me tight. I cursed myself silently for not being able to fight back the tears about to escape when Jack looked at me. He searched my face and took a deep breath in.

“I still have some questions left.” I couldn’t respond. My stomach was in my throat and I was afraid that if I dared to speak, the tears I was somehow holding back would spill out uncontrollably.

I looked up at him in response and said nothing. “Do you want us to be over?” A tear escaped and traveled slowly down my face. Jack wiped my tear away gently with his fingers, caressing my cheek as he waited for my response.

“No.” I shook my head as I spoke.

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when I turned back as I went down the boarding hall, he was still watching me.

Chapter 11

“Can I get you something to drink?” Startled out of my daydream by the perky flight attendant, it took me a minute to snap out of my thoughts. I was in such a fog that I couldn’t be sure if I had just woken, and the last week was a dream, or if it was really an unforgettable memory.

“I’ll have a vodka cranberry and she’ll have a merlot. You’ll have to excuse her, she’s spent the last week fucking her brains out with a gorgeous stranger and can’t seem to snap out of it.” Sienna smiled to the appalled flight attendant, a pleasant looking mid forties woman who was wearing way too many pins on her bulging uniform. From the look on her face, I was sure the flight attendant wasn’t used to a raunchy mouth like Sienna in first class. I looked around and saw 174/408

most of the other passengers looked well bred and refined, more like they were dressed for an uppity tennis match than a twelve hour flight from Honolulu to New York.

The flight attendant brought us our drinks and scurried away with a hesitant smile. It was obvious that she was trying to avoid hearing any more about our vacation, which Sienna would have surely divulged, if given the opportunity.

Sienna enjoyed

shocking uptight people with her crass mouth, watching them squirm was a sport for her.

Sienna raised her glass to me in a toast. “To the best damn honeymoon, I’ve ever been on.” I laughed and shook my head as we clinked glasses and both tipped our heads back to drink.

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“Seriously Syd, are you okay? I know the week meant more to you than just a fling.”

I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. “Maybe I just got caught up in the fantasy of it all. A beautiful island, a gorgeous man, it was easy to think it was all real.” I downed the rest of my drink. “I mean, I don’t even know his last name.” Sienna took my hand and held it in hers. “It’s probably for the best Syd. You need to figure out what you want to do before getting too involved with another guy anyway.” I knew she was right, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

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while looking at the flight attendant. “What, you never saw a couple in love? I told you we were on our way back from our honeymoon?” As was common when Sienna got the

urge,

the

woman

walked

away

speechless.

Chapter 12

A week after our return home from Hawaii I was no more settled than I was the morning I walked away from Jack in the airport. I just couldn’t get him out of my head.

I replayed the week over and over in my mind and couldn’t help but think that Jack was feeling the same thing for me as I was for him. What if he was my one true love and I let him slip away because of some ridiculous notion that I couldn’t find the love of my life just because it started out as a rebound fling? I alternated hourly about how I felt. There were mornings that I held the phone in my hand, seriously considering calling the hotel in Hawaii and begging them to get in touch with Jack and give him my number. But then there were afternoons where I came to the realization that I had 178/408

spent the week with a playboy who probably had weeks like we shared on a regular basis.

My honeymoon was over and I went back to work, but I knew that I wasn’t singing with the gusto that I should have been. I was going through the motions and giving mediocre performances that would more than likely have me destined for etern-all damnation as a lounge singer. I needed to refocus myself into my singing and find a way to use it as an outlet for my heartbreak.

As usual, I arrived at the hotel two hours before the club opened to set up and practice. I was in the middle of my second practice song when the hotel general manager stopped in and asked me to come to his office for a quick meeting. My gut wrenched and I was sure that I was going to be fired for my lackluster performances.

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Lyle Coughlin, the hotel manager, was a thirty something year old yuppie wanna be, who might have been cute, if he wasn’t so damn full of himself. He wore expensive suits and shiny shoes and treated most of the employees like they were his ser-vants. I had heard from one of the barmaids that I was friends with that he only had the job because he was related to the Heston family through marriage. I knocked at his door and he yelled for me to enter. “Come in Sydney, have a seat.” He motioned to one of the leather chairs on the opposite side of his desk.

He came around the desk and lifted one leg to sit on the edge of the corner of the desk close to me, folding his hands into his lap. I was sure that before I arrived at his office, Lyle thoroughly debated about the exact position that he should sit while we spoke, in order for him to look the most au-thoritative he could during our talk. It was 180/408

just the kind of pompous ass he was. “So Sydney, how do you like it here at the Heston?”

Why couldn’t the asshole just fire me and get it over with instead of dragging it out? I plastered on my best fake smile and spoke. “Oh, I love it here. The clientele is very posh and I enjoy performing in the Overture Club.” I didn’t really think the clientele was posh; in fact, I hated the freaking word posh. But I knew it would be what the arrogant asshole wanted to hear, so I had to try to salvage my job.

“Good, good. I’m glad to hear it.

Well, you must be doing something right.

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chest, posturing himself as a parent would when they were giving a child a reward for good behavior. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the asshole patted me on the head.

“So, Sydney, I don’t have to tell you how important tonight’s show is. Mr. Heston is a busy man and this hotel is a reflection on him, so everything needs to be perfect tonight.” Ummm, not too much pressure.

Lyle walked back around the desk and motioned his arm that he was finished. I was a minion who was being dismissed. “I’ll be at your performance tonight also. Break a leg Sydney.”

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old crotchety hotel mogul sitting with a twenty year old ditzy buxom blonde clinging to his arm.

As if she was reading my mind, my phone buzzed with a text from Sienna. Heyrock chick, plans for tonight? Let’s go tothat Piano Bar on 55th when you get off fora few? I’m having Syd withdrawals. U upfor it? XO Si

Her texts always brightened my day.

When I was with Michael, he would get annoyed at how often we would text back in forth, but it never stopped us. Sounds good.

BTW what do I perform for an old rich hotelmogul that is coming to see my showtonight?

Two seconds later. Oral sex, man’sfavorite performance at any age.

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I walked right into that one. Whilethat’s tempting, I was thinking more alongthe lines of a singing performance than ahumming one. LOL.

He’s old huh? Since you’ve beengone…Aretha baby. Your voice kicks thatsong’s ass! XOXO Meet you at midnight?

Perfect, thanks! TTYL Xo SydI went about my routine and did a few practice songs when the band arrived. They were impressed with my rendition of Since You’ve Been Gone, so I was glad that Sienna has suggested it. I wasn’t really nervous about singing in front of Mr. Heston, I had sang in front of large crowds and I didn’t often get stage fright. But the reality was that I was broke, and his opinion mattered because I needed my job. I was an idiot about my fin-ances when I left Michael. I left him everything, even our joint savings account.

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At the time, it was a pride thing; I didn’t want to admit that I needed anything from him or us, so I left with just my clothes. Now I was starting to think that taking half the savings and some of the furniture would have been the smarter thing to do. But it was too late now, and I was determined to make it on my own one way or another.

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The crowd started to roll in slowly during my first set. I wasn’t sure what Mr.

Heston looked like, but I didn’t see anyone that could be him. I knew Lyle would be making a big fuss over him and the staff was all on high alert to attend to his every need.

Two songs into my second set, I spotted Lyle sitting at a table set in the front, a little bit off to the side. He must have had come in on my break, because I hadn’t notice him earlier. He was sitting with a man older 185/408

than him, but not quiet the definition of a crotchety old hotel mogul that was in my head. The man was probably in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair and masculine strong features. He was distinguished and handsome and his face was vaguely familiar, although I couldn’t place where I knew him from. I thought perhaps that the two men were still waiting for Mr. Heston and the other gentleman was also an employee of Heston Hotels.

A few songs later I was near the end of my set and there was still no sign of Mr. Heston. I belted out the Aretha song that I had added for the old man and said goodnight to the crowd. On the weekends, the band had to stay to play for another hour, but after my singing ended, they took the volume down and stuck to background music.

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manners, how difficult would it have been to walk a few steps over to me and ask me over to his table. Pushing my thoughts of the pompous ass aside, I put on my best fake smile and walked to his table. The gentleman that he was seated with stood as I approached, forcing Lyle to follow suit, which I secretly enjoyed. Lyle would never have thought to stand when a woman approached on his own.

“Sydney, this is Mr. Heston.” I looked to the gentleman and tried to hide my surprise. Damn, the old guy was even better up close. He had light green eyes that stood out against his tan skin, which I hadn’t noticed earlier because of the light glare on stage.

“Hello, nice to meet you Mr. Heston.” We shook hands and Lyle invited me to sit with them.

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“What can I get you to drink Sydney?” Mr. Heston ignored Lyle’s empty glass in front of him when the waitress approached.

“Just a water, please. My throat needs to cool down after I perform and adding alcohol has the opposite effect.” I felt the need to give an explanation so I wouldn’t insult the man who stood between me and paying my rent next month.

He nodded and gave his order for scotch to the waitress. Lyle began talking about the upcoming annual Heston shareholder meeting and how honored I should be that Mr. Heston had taken time out of his busy schedule to come see me sing. I nodded and smiled and did my best to look interested as he spoke. But I found the way that Mr. Heston was looking at me to be distracting. It wasn’t lewd or improper; rather I 188/408

got the feeling he was looking for something in me, watching me, observing.

At some point, Mr. Heston got bored of Lyle talking too and I was grateful when he interrupted him mid sentence. “I really enjoyed your show Sydney, how would you like to perform at our annual shareholder meeting next week? We were supposed to have some famous boy band, but I hate that crap and I find you to be captivating when you sing. I know it’s short notice, but if you are free next weekend, I’ll messenger over a contract tomorrow and let my assistant know about the change.”

“Wow, that sounds great. I have a few things lined up for next weekend, but I’m sure I can rearrange them.” Damn it, I’d have to rearrange that bubble bath I was planning on taking next weekend. No one wants an artist that isn’t in demand.

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He smiled at me and threw back his drink. He stood, giving me a glimpse of the rest of him, and I couldn’t help but notice the whole package was pretty damn good. Tall, fit and broad shouldered. He wore low hanging navy blue trousers and a French blue tailored dress shirt that looked as if he had recently opened the collar and removed the tie. If only I was a few years older.

“It was very nice to meet you Sydney.

He leaned in close as he shook my hand and lowered his voice. “And I’m a big Aretha fan, so let’s keep that one for next week, shall we?” He winked and released my hand. I watched as he left, and the view was as good going as it was coming.

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Sienna was sitting at the piano playing and singing when I walked in to the bar we agreed to meet at. A crowd sat 190/408

around her at the piano, some of them probably thought that she worked there. I had no idea what she had done with the pianist, but it was typical Sienna. “Do I need to look for the pianist tied and gagged somewhere?” I raised one eyebrow in question.

Her painted red lips and glossy white teeth smiled up at me in sharp contrast to her pale skin. “Get your skinny ass over here and join me babe.” Sienna scooted her butt over to make room for me at the piano bench. It didn’t take long before we had the entire bar singing “I Will Survive” along with us. My mom had always said that Sienna and I were contagious. We were always able to get lost in the moment and have fun when we were together, and somehow, others always joined in.

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up and down. “Cover for me for a while Lenny.” She turned and spoke to the regular piano player as if she was the employee and he was helping her out. I was also pretty sure his name wasn’t even Lenny.

We laughed our way up to the bar and ordered our usual tequila shots. I told her about Mr. Heston coming to see me sing and his offer for me to sing at their shareholder meeting instead of the previously booked boy band. She was excited and told me about a potential gig that she was working on for us to sing together at the wedding of one of the NY Yankees.

A tall dark haired man approached as we spoke and stood next to me. He was polite enough to wait until a break in our conversation before he interrupted. “You ladies were great, can I buy you both a drink?” His question was directed at both of us, but he spoke to me directly.

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“Thank you, but not tonight. We are having a girls night.” He pretended to clutch his heart in pain. “That’s too bad. But you ladies have a good one anyway.” He politely excused himself and walked away. Most men didn’t take rejection well, especially in a bar after a few drinks when their friends were nearby, so I never knew what to expect.

“So Syd, are you still lusting after Jack, you didn’t even notice that one was cute?” Trust Sienna, to always be direct.

I sighed. “I’m trying to move on, but it’s not that easy. When I left Michael, I felt a loss for the routine, the normalcy, but not really for him as a man. I didn’t crave his touch or wake up in a cold sweat after dreaming I was still with him.” Sienna looked at me wide eyed.

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just emotional because he was your first after Michael. Are you in love with him?” I thought about our night under the stars, lying on our backs holding hands and talking. I thought about our sweaty bodies slapping against each other as we furiously tried to get closer as we came together.

A dazed smile crept across my mouth as I stared at the mental images burned into my brain, but I didn’t give her an answer.

Sienna took a cigarette from the pack in front of the man sitting next to her and smiled. He turned and flicked a lighter, flaming the cigarette that she bummed without asking.

I leaned over Sienna to the man next to her. “Can I have on of those please?” I extended my two fingers to him to place the cigarette between.

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“You don’t smoke.” Sienna stated matter of factly with one eyebrow arched quizzically.

The man lit my cigarette and I took a deep inhale, letting out a long puff of smoke on a deep exhale. “Neither do you.” We both smiled at each other.

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Chapter 13

The Heston annual shareholder meeting was held at the Heston Grand in Times Square. The event was being held in the main ballroom of the five star hotel. I had expected gaudy and extravagant, but was pleasantly surprised to find eloquent and understated. Lyle had told me that President’s usually stayed at the hotel when they were in town, which often hosted fundraisers for wealthy donors. The contract came earlier in the week, as Mr. Heston had promised, and I was pleasantly surprised at the generous fee that I was being paid for my services. It was more than three months of pay for my regular job singing at the Heston hotel, but I wasn’t going to complain even though I did think it was excessive for the three songs that I was hired me to sing.

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The event coordinator had contacted me the week before and informed me that the gala was black tie and that I was expected to wear an evening gown. I was relieved to find out that the cost of the gown was borne by Heston Hotels, because although I had some really nice dresses, nothing could be classified as an evening gown.

I still had a light tan from our trip to Hawaii, so I picked a light blue sequin dress that was form fitting. The front was simple and had a V-neck that showed some cleavage, but couldn’t be described as plunging. The back, however, was the showstopper. It plunged deep into my back, barely covering the top of the crack of my ass. It was beautiful and sexy, yet elegant and classy. The sales clerk had assured me that the sequins would reflect the stage lights and dazzle the audience. The color reminded me of the strapless dress that I wore in 198/408

Hawaii, and I smiled thinking back to Jack’s reaction when he saw me in it.

I watched from the side of the stage as the ballroom filled up with men in tuxedos and women in beautiful ball gowns.

It struck me as odd that an annual shareholder meeting would be so formal, but the fancy clothing gave the ballroom a magical feeling and the celebration was, after all, for a high-end hotel group.

When the MC announced my name, I suddenly thought it may have been a mistake to pair the dress with five-inch stilettos, but I made it to the microphone un-scathed. I knew the ballroom was packed, but the size of the crowd never bothered me.

The lighting usually blinded the audience from me anyway. Something about being unable to see people’s faces made it easy for me to get lost in a song and allow myself to feel the music through my body.

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I performed two songs at the beginning of the meeting and then the final song was a repeat of the Aretha song that Mr.

Heston had requested and it closed the meeting. The crowd was gracious enough to give me a standing ovation, but I figured they were also anxious to get up from such a long conference.

Backstage, the conference producer looked way more relieved than she had a few hours earlier. She was laughing and smiling and finally had that awful headset unglued from her head. All of the stage crew and the MC gathered backstage and opened a few bottles of champagne to celebrate the success of the conference. I was mingling with some of the lighting crew, enjoying my post show high with a glass of good champagne when I felt a hand on my bare back.

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show on such short notice.” Mr. Heston spoke

with

impeccable

grammar

that

screamed expensive private schooling and made me stand a bit straighter.

“Mr. Heston, thank you very much that is very kind of you. I had a great time and it looks as though your conference was a rousing success.” The hand holding my champagne motioned to the crew, happily celebrating.

“What. The. Fuck.” The growl came from behind me and sent my body into an instant frenzy. I didn’t have to turn to know it was Jack, but my eyes were suddenly desperate to catch a glimpse of him again. I turned and saw the beautiful creature stalking towards us. At first I didn’t even notice the woman following behind him, struggling to keep up with him.

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Mr. Heston turned with me, his hand still on my bare back. For a second I thought Jack might leap forward and attack the poor man. Jack came to a screeching halt before us and his eyes shot daggers at Mr. Heston, tracing the hand now pressing harder on my bare skin. Was he jealous?

The man made no attempt to contact me for almost three weeks and then shows up where I am working and makes a scene live a raving lunatic.

“I’ll ask one more time. What the fuck is you doing?” Jack spoke directly to Mr. Heston and his tone made me nervous of what was about to happen.

I finally found my voice and it was more than a little angry. “Jack, this is Mr.

Heston, he owns this hotel and hired me to sing tonight.” I attempted to offer as an explanation.

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His eyes never left Mr. Heston’s when he spoke. “He owns HALF of the hotel. And I don’t know what kind of game you are playing, but maybe you should remember who owns 51% and who owns 49%, Dad.” Jack uttered Dad with so much hatred and disdain, it was as if a blow had physically been thrown.

“I don’t know what you are talking about son.” Mr. Heston spoke low in a cool as ice voice. He was obviously concerned with people hearing, as Jack’s tirade had already caught the attention of most of the crew backstage, whereas Jack was not.

Their words took a moment, but finally registered in my stunned brain. “This is your father?” My voice trembled as I spoke.

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Jack took one step forward and spoke in Mr. Heston’s face. “Get your filthy fucking hands off her now.” Mr. Heston immediately removed his hand from my back, which I had forgotten was even there still. The two men stared at each other for a moment in silence, unspoken threats passing. Then Jack put out his hand to me. I looked at his face and knew I didn’t have a choice, even if he was scaring me. I put my hand in his and he clamped his long fingers around my hand and turned to walk.

He said nothing as I trailed behind him, my hand cupped so tightly in his that my fingers began to get numb. When we passed the woman that had followed him backstage, he spat at her, “Go home Jenna.” I eyed her as we passed, she was wearing a red dress that was incredibly revealing and her huge obviously fake breasts looked as if 204/408

they may burst out at any second. She was attractive, but in an odd, overly made up sort of way, the kind of look that is done on purpose, to stand out and scream that you aren’t the girl next door.

Jack raced through the hallways with purpose, only slowing enough to let me catch up so that I wouldn’t fall on my face.

Men in tuxedos passed as we walked by, each tried fruitlessly to catch Jack’s attention or exchange a greeting. But Jack ignored them as if they didn’t exist. We arrived at the elevator banks and waited in silence. As the car arrived, Jack put his hand on my bared back to direct me forward and that jolt of electricity I hadn’t felt since Hawaii ran through me. He put a key into the elevator and I watched as he pressed the button for the penthouse.

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us inside, but my feet were frozen in place. I still hadn’t looked at him. “Where are we?” I whispered,

needing

assurance

about

something.

“My apartment, I live here.” He stood in place behind me and waited with the elevator doors open. He wasn’t going to force me inside. I hesitantly stepped forward and out of the car.

I stayed just in front of the elevator doors as they closed behind me. My head was reeling and I was confused at all that had happened. Jack’s father is Mr. Heston?

Jack clearly didn’t know I was performing at the conference, so was it just a coincidence that his father hired me? Somehow I didn’t think so. And why was Jack so angry, I felt like a pawn in a game that I never agreed to play.

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Eventually Jack walked around me and into the open space. I looked up to see where he was going and watched him walk into a huge open modern kitchen. He leaned against the island counter, his hands behind his neck clenched. My eyes took him in, I hated that I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked in his tuxedo. His wide shoulders filled the black jacket and I knew that hidden beneath was a thick strong mus-cular body that I wanted to touch.

After a few minutes in silence, he looked up at me. His green eyes piercing straight through to my heart. He studied my face, as I studied him. “Did you know he was my father?”

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“I only brought her to piss off my father. It’s what I do.” Jack’s voice was filled with regret.

He took a deep breath in and studied me for another minute. I watched as the battle within his mind played out on his face. He was angry and struggling with something. He stalked to me and picked my up, lifting me at the knees into his two hands. I let him. Neither of us said a word as he carried me and kicked open his bedroom door and laid me on the bed.

Jack’s face was still angry and tense as he hovered over me. I was angry and mad and wanted to tell him to go fuck off, ask him why he hadn’t tried to contact me for three weeks. But every nerve in my body was electrified, a traitor to my brain. I wanted to ask him if he missed me, as much as I missed him, but I was afraid of the answer.

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I couldn’t take his intense stare anymore, I knew I was ready to break. All of my emotions were flooding me fast - anger, hurt, confused and the worst of them all, turned on at the sight of the gorgeous man. I turned my head just as the first tear in my eye escaped. I suddenly wanted to run away from him, to run and hide and not let him see me that way. But just as I turned my head away from him, he turned his too and his mouth closed the inches between us and covered mine. It wasn’t a soft building kiss, it was as if gas met a fire. The outpouring of all of the pent up emotions in one hair rais-ing, hard, deep frantic kiss. Somehow we managed to pull off each other’s clothes, without every breaking for air. The minute my hands touched his bare back, all thought escaped my mind, except having him inside me.

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pain. I don’t know why, but I needed him to feel me, feel my pain and my pleasure. I had never had the urge to bring pain to another person before, but I couldn’t control myself.

I felt his mouth tense as I scarred his back and he bit into my lip in response. The pain sent pleasure down to my throbbing clit instantly.

He rolled us until I was on top of him, one leg straddling each side of his thick thighs. I sucked in his lip and bit down. I was so engrossed in the kiss that I didn’t see his hand coming. His large right hand connected firmly with my ass, making a loud smack. The sting made my eyes water but my body reacted to the pain without warning. I was on the verge of an orgasm and I needed him inside of me so badly it hurt. I rubbed my swollen clit over his long hard cock, desperately seeking friction. I tried to reach down and grab him in my hand, so that I could put him inside me, but Jack 210/408

grabbed my wrists and flipped us again, so that he was back on top.

With my arms pinned to my sides by his weight, his head dipped and his mouth greedily covered my nipple. His tongue lashed and swirled and he bit down hard, elongating my already swollen nub.

I

moaned in response and tried to grab at him, but my arms didn’t move under his strength.

He licked his way over to my other nipple, applying the same torture. He bit down until my breath caught, and then sucked in deep.

He didn’t release me until it started to burn and I was panting uncontrollably.

He buried his head into my neck and rammed himself deep into me without warming. I gasped. He was so hard and deep, but it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed more. He pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside of me and then slammed into me hard again, his 211/408

balls slapping into my ass. I was desperate for more of him and grinded my hips up to rock into him, but he pinned me back into place with his body. He slammed into me over and over again until our bodies were dripping in sweat and we were both panting for air.

He reached around and lifted my ass into his thrusts, adjusting the angle to go even deeper. His cock rubbed that place inside of me that cried out for him, until my body tightened and I began to climax. I shuttered at his words “Look at me” as my body spiraled longer and harder than I ever imagined was possible. Jack watched me intently as he drained every last reflex from my body, before allowing himself to empty inside of me.

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