At a hedonistic resort, her indecent
cravings are about to be sated…
the big three-o only days away, Jamie’s had it with dieting, exercise, and
being alone. Off she goes to Wicked Desires, a decadent Caribbean resort where
clothing is optional, carnal appetites rule, and food, especially chocolate, is
celebrated. If only she had a guy to indulge with…
about two? Billionaires Creed and Tav are checking out ideas for their new
video game. The play features a resort where anything goes and an unlikely
heroine as the star. Jamie’s luscious curves and sweet vulnerability make her
the perfect type to base their game on. Since she’s also in IT—having put her
dream to create candy on hold—she understands their lingo.
their desires are perfectly in tune with hers, whether it’s food play during
meals, punishment in the discipline room, or a romantic evening on the beach.
it comes to sweet delights and these two hunks…who says she can’t have anything
lived sixty more years, Jamie sensed she’d always remember this moment.
She melted into Tav as though they’d been making out
all their lives. There were no awkward moments where noses bumped or elbows and
That kind of clumsiness usually happened in bed, at
least for her and the guys she’d been with.
No way did she want to think about those other men
Tav’s tender and searching kiss stoked her desire
until she was near to bursting. Greedy for more, she angled her head to get
closer, giving him greater access to her mouth. His lips’ silky warmth, the way
his bristly cheeks scoured her skin was a memory she’d already stored in her
Good God, she could get used to kissing him on a
Releasing a breathy moan, she drove her fingers into
his hair, the locks softer than she expected, and so thick her insides
quivered. She held him to her and suckled his tongue, heated and wet, its clean
taste more intoxicating than a slug of booze.
He didn’t hold back. Tender turned intense, searching
evolved into raw lust. He tightened his hold on her and she pressed closer,
both of them making sounds proving their delight and need.
His beer-scented breath was utterly masculine. His
musk and clean lime fragrance added to his allure. She was certain the sun
couldn’t provide as much warmth as his body did, his chest and pecs hot against
her, offering excitement, passion, comfort.
He made her feel safe, not judged or used. She barely
knew him but already sensed his wealth hadn’t made him a player, out for what
he could get, ready to take off once he satisfied his own needs.
Her enjoyment mattered to him.
He gentled his hold and stroked her back.
Bursts of delight toppled any lingering reservations
she might have had. Feeling bold and desired, as she hadn’t for too long, she
eased his tongue from her mouth and slipped hers inside his.
His thrilled groan and the way he suckled her tongue
proved his satisfaction.
She stroked his muscular biceps and pecs, circled his
nipples, and explored his solid abs. When she reached his navel and the short
hairs surrounding it, she just about died from pure bliss.
Without warning, he pulled his mouth free and gulped
air, looking slightly dazed, his mouth wet from hers.
Her lips felt puffy, bruised from their passion,
cheeks stinging slightly from his stubble. Nice.
But she had to have more. No way could she forget
about Creed, nor did she intend to deny him or herself…if he’d have her.
She ran her fingers over Tav’s lips in a temporary
farewell then turned to Creed. Her breath caught at the sin in his eyes, his
shameless smile. She matched it without having to try. He brought out the devil
in her—so did Tav.
He and Creed might have been richer than God and
hotter than the deepest depths of Hell, but they were also good guys.
She eased into Creed’s arms.
His embrace was stronger than Tav’s had been.
Not hesitating in the least, he demonstrated his alpha
position, his hard kiss possessive, demanding.
She surrendered, loving his big body and barely
restrained strength. His scent filled her, the fragrance bringing to mind a
primeval forest, him clad in a loincloth, hair long and wild, his piercing gaze
pinning her as she knelt naked and wanting before him.
Her soft folds grew wet. Make that wetter, especially
from the pleasured noises he made, both primitive and fully male.
Heat rushed to her face. Her ears rang. She pushed her
fingers through his hair as she’d done with Tav’s. Creed’s skin was amazingly
warm, pecs dancing beneath her touch.
While she explored his assets, he cupped her boobs,
testing their weight in his palms. He squeezed them gently and dragged his
thumb over her nipples.
Reckless need and base desire cascaded through her,
every part she owned acutely sensitive from not having experienced a man’s
touch for so many months. Her nipples pebbled instantly. With each of his
strokes, more delight dashed through her.
They kissed noisily.
His smile lifted his lips against hers. She offered a
grin in return and might have remained in his arms forever if not for them both
needing a full breath.
Also, Tav waited on her other side.
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bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with
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