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  Her blonde curls fluttered outward, her pearlescent skin gleamed, and her perfect toes wiggled in the expensive shoes. She looked like a castaway floating in a red velvet ocean.

  Sean crawled onto the bed and lay next to her.

  SIDE-BY-SIDE, they looked at each other. Glenna had never been with a man who made her feel this way. Exquisite. Glorious. His gentle exploration was strange to her. He made her shiver and tremble, sigh and moan.

  Sean’s fingers drifted across her arm, down her side, to her hip. He stroked her buttock, cupping it and kneading it. Then his hand moved leisurely to her thigh.

  Glenna wasn’t sure what was expected, so she lay on the bed and simply enjoyed what he was doing to her. Then Sean rolled her onto her back and covered her, his hardening cock nestled against her pussy.

  He kissed her shoulder and the soft press of his lips made her shudder. He tasted her collarbone, moved up her neck, and peppered kisses along her jaw. His green eyes were glazed with desire, his breath harsh against her lips.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” she said, and it was the truth.

  Sean stretched her arms above her head. Her back arched slightly, pushing her breasts into his chest. Her nipples pebbled against his warm flesh.

  “Say it again, Glenna. Say you want me.”

  “I want you.”

  She felt his cock jerk against her clit and knew he wanted to take her right now.

  The slow melding of their mouths made Glenna’s breath hitch and her heart pound. His tongue slipped into her mouth and danced with hers. When he was done kissing her senseless, Sean nuzzled her neck, his lips causing erotic shivers wherever they touched.

  With one hand, he cupped her breast. His strong, warm fingers squeezed her flesh. He pinched her nipple and the bud tightened almost painfully. He gave the same treatment to her other breast. It felt so good, so terribly wonderful.

  His tongue flicked the peak. Pleasure jolted through her and she moaned. He laved her nipple, suckling one while his hand tormented the other. Then he switched mouth and hand while his cock rubbed against her clit.

  Glenna ran her hands down his body. His buttocks were round and firm and she grabbed hold, rubbing her aching pussy against his hard cock.

  Her whole body was in flames and she felt ravenous. She wanted to make the torture last … and yet make it end at the same time.

  Sean kissed his way down her body. Then he scooted between her legs, pushing them apart to nuzzle the flesh on either side of her pussy.

  His tongue parted her slick folds and flicked her clit, teasing the hard nub. Glenna felt struck by a bolt of lightning. Charles had never kissed her there. And he had not expected her to put her mouth on his cock, either.

  How could she have thought what they had shared was making love? There had been no passion, no desperate need, no obsession to touch or to kiss. She felt all those things and more with Sean, who was a stranger.

  She couldn’t focus on what that meant—and surely it meant something—because Sean’s tongue delved into her slit, sipping on the evidence of her desire. Then his mouth settled on her clit and he sucked it.

  Glenna arched, her breath catching in her throat. Sean did this crazy thing with his tongue, sucking and flicking and driving her closer and closer to peak.

  The orgasm swelled, waves of pleasure threatening, then burst, sensation after sensation rolling over her. She moaned and bucked and came.

  Glenna barely had time to recover from the incredible orgasm. Sean left the bed, plucking his wallet from his discarded pants and withdrawing a square package. She hadn’t even thought about protection, even though she was on birth control.

  Sean wasted no time putting on the condom. Then he returned the bed and ravished her thoroughly. He nuzzled the space between her breasts, kissing the soft flesh thoroughly before encircling her areola. He tortured both of her breasts with small, sweet kisses and quick stabs of his tongue.

  Her hands threaded through his soft, thick hair. She pressed him closer. The sensations he caused were intense. Already heat settled between her thighs; her pussy revving up for another round.

  “Sean,” she begged. “Please.”

  “I love the sound of my name on your lips.” His lips paid homage to her ribcage. He tasted her navel, circling the flesh around it. His breath heated her skin; his thorough exploration of her body left her quivering and needy.

  Oh, hell. Was he going down there again? Glenna felt her body go liquid.

  His tongue’s sudden invasion of her pussy shocked her. Just like that. He thrust deeply, tasting her, groaning so loud she felt the vibration all the way to her very core.

  Her body felt gloriously afire.

  Sean made a return trip up her body, his lips and fingers touching her everywhere, until she felt consumed by his lust.

  He slid his arms under her and cupped her shoulders. His cock slowly penetrated her, and she was grateful that he took his time. It had been a while since she’d had sex and Sean was rather large. All the same, she loved the way he filled her, stretching her, nearly touching the entrance to her womb.

  Sean’s head dropped her shoulder and he took a shuddering breath. “Jaysus. You’re tight, darlin’. And so wet.”

  “Sean,” she whispered, drawing her legs around his waist. “Fuck me.”

  “What a filthy mouth you have.” He grinned, but she knew he was on the edge. He began to thrust inside her.

  In no time at all, they were lost in each other, trying everything to bring more pleasure to their union. They fucked wildly, all growls and sweat and motion.

  The rocking of their bodies singed her. Erotic tension coiled tightly as his cock pierced her over and over again.

  Glenna’s ability to think faded. All she wanted was the no-strings-attached bliss Sean offered her.

  “Glenna! I’m going to come.”

  His words plunged over her the edge into beauty and light.

  Sean thrust deeply, stilling, his face tight as he came.

  It was then Glenna realized that she wanted Sean to offer her more than one night in paradise.

  Chapter 5

  WHEN GLENNA AWOKE, she heard the soft snores of Sean, who still slept beside her. They’d left one of the small lamps on, and she was glad because it gave her enough light to look at Sean.

  She was surprised that he hadn’t left yet. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Sean was, after all, just a Fantasy Date. There was never meant to be permanency between them, though she found herself wishing for more than just mind-blowing sex.

  How selfish she was.

  She hadn’t thought about what Sean might want. How many women did he date? How many ended up in his bed? God, she was being so stupid. To Sean, she was just another client. He was very good in bed, though he’d failed to be romantic in the traditional sense. No dinner, no small talk, no flowers.

  But really, she didn’t miss those things.

  If she only had Sean for tonight, then why not make the best of it? Even if what they had right now wasn’t real, he had at least given her one gift: She wanted to find love and passion with a man who would love and cherish her. And who liked her to talk dirty.

  He lay on his back, one arm across his chest, the other thrown carelessly above his head. She rolled onto her side and looked her fill.

  Glenna scooted his arm to the bed. Then she leaned over him and kissed his naked chest. His skin was taut, all muscled curves and ridges. She feasted on his pectorals, peppering kisses on every centimeter of flesh. She laved his tiny brown nipples into hardness then flicked her tongue across each nub.

  “Hello, darlin’.”

  She got on top of him and licked the space between his pecs, tasting the faint musk of his skin. They both probably smelled like sweat and sex. It was an essence she liked.

  As she explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on her back, her shoulders, her buttocks. Then Sean looped his hands under her arms and pulled her forwar
d so his mouth could ravage her breasts.

  Zings traveled from nipples to pussy as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly against the taut peaks.

  An ache bloomed in her pussy.

  She popped out of his embrace, and he scowled at her. Laughing, she scooted down and rubbed her slick pussy against his cock. It pulsed against her flesh, hardening.

  Anticipation trilled through her.

  IT NEARLY KILLED Sean to let Glenna torment him. Maybe it was ego, but he felt she was just figuring out her sensuality. He was glad to be her guinea pig, but damn he wanted to devour her all over again. Not being the aggressor was alien to him.

  Even so, he stayed put, fisting his hands in the covers to stop himself from tumbling her onto her back and plunging into her sweet pussy.

  She kissed his chest, licking his flat brown nipples before dipping down to his rib cage, his stomach. He shuddered beneath her lips and fingertips.

  He loved the feel of her, the smell of her, the way she smiled. She rose above him, an ice goddess, and rubbed her pussy along the ridge of his cock.

  Oh, God.

  Leaning forward, she offered her breasts for him to feast on, and he did, cupping and kneading them, pinching the hard nipples until she moaned.

  “Help me,” she said. “Please.”

  She got onto her knees, her pussy hovering over his cock. He held onto his shaft while she pushed down, her sweet cunt taking every inch of him.

  Her first movements were tentative. Soon, though, her uncertainty gave way to confidence.

  She moved faster, her breathing shaky as she found her rhythm. Her blue eyes were glazed with passion.

  She was beautiful.

  Her pussy quaked around his pumping cock. She rode him, if not with skill then with enthusiasm. He played with her breasts, tugging on her nipples. She gasped, her eyes going wide.

  Her orgasm so strong, it squeezed out his cock. Her pussy sucked at his flesh, her come drenching his balls.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Glenna.”

  Dazed, she rolled off and did as he asked. He got behind her and worked his cock into her pussy. He held on to her hips, plunging hard and fast. She moaned, rearing back to meet his frantic thrusts.

  It was damned idiotic to fuck her without a condom, but he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her too much.

  He fucked her until he couldn’t stand it. Then he pulled out, and stroked his shaft into a shattering orgasm. His come splattered against her ass and back.

  When he was finally able to draw a breath, he saw that she was trembling. Damn it. Had he hurt her?

  “Glenna?”

  She rolled onto her back, which was stained with his come, and parted her legs.

  She moaned, one of her hands tugging a nipple, while the other rubbed her pussy.

  Sean sat back and watched her pleasure herself. She was so responsive, so sensitive. She was gorgeous like this, wanton and sexy. Uninhibited.

  She plunged a finger inside her own cunt, then two. Her palm rubbed her clit, her fingers penetrated her cunt, and her fingers twisted her nipple.

  “Mmm. Yes! Yes!” Her hips lifted from the bed as she came.

  Sean watched as her pussy sucked at her fingers. Her taut legs trembled. Her nipples looked rock-hard. Her face was a mask of ecstasy.

  Finally, she collapsed to the bed. It seemed like forever before she opened her eyes. Sean met her gaze. Her cheeks bloomed red and he shook his head.

  “There’s nothing about sex you should be ashamed of,” he said. “I’ll watch you do that again, if you like.”

  She smiled.

  And Sean felt as though he’d been punched in gut.

  Was he falling for her?

  No. No way.

  SEAN TOOK HER MOUTH in a gentle caress, his breath skirting her lips. Only when Glenna’s mouth was pliant, willing, did he deepen the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers.

  Glenna’s skin prickled, as if electrified. She was learning about her own body, what she liked, what she didn’t. Exploring her sensuality with Sean was gift. And learning about him, about how to please, how to torment—that was a gift, too.

  His lips moved down her throat, lingering at the base. He trailed a path to her breasts, cupping them in his hands to bring them closer to his mouth. His warm lips closed over one nipple.

  He suckled, licked, nipped.

  She wriggled, moaned, sighed.

  He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same torturous attention.

  “Sean…”

  His hand coasted down her stomach and found the strip of blonde curls. He gently pinched her clit, released the nub, and pinched again.

  Oh, sweet merciful heavens.

  Sean laved her nipples and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She moved in rhythm with his strokes, building the pleasure until it was nearly unbearable.

  “I want you to fuck me, Sean.”

  “God in heaven. You’re goin’ to kill me talkin’ like that.”

  His Irish accent was thick. Every word, every touch, every movement sent streamers of need winding through her.

  Sean moved on top of her, parted her thighs, and entered her in one swift stroke. With one hand, he captured her wrists and raised her arms above her head. With the other hand, he steadied himself over her. His cock filled her.

  Sean’s green gaze captured hers. “What did you say about fucking you?”

  “Hard. Fast. Now.”

  He pounded into her. Still he held her wrists, his thumb pressing against the erratic pulse. She bucked against him, her clit throbbing. Sensation after sensation vibrated from her core.

  Then Sean, damn him, stopped.

  “What the hell!” She grabbed his buttocks and thrust her hips.

  “Now, now, darlin’. Patience is a virtue.”

  “Screw patience!”

  He chuckled as he got on his knees and opened her legs like a pair of human scissors.

  Glenna, heart pounding and hormones raging, looked at him crossly. His grin promised wicked fun so she didn’t kill him. Yet.

  He placed one of her legs between his, and put the other on his shoulder. Holding her ankle with one hand, he scooted closer and closer, sliding his cock inside her. The angle was odd, but it felt good.

  “Put your hand on your pussy,” he said. “I want to see you stroke yourself while I fuck you.”

  This was different. Raw. Exciting. Real.

  Glenna moved her finger against her clit, sliding it through the wetness, caressing the sensitive nub.

  Sean withdrew and entered, working his cock in and out of her pussy. As his pace increased, so did Glenna’s pleasuring of her clit.

  “I’m going to come,” she moaned.

  Sean’s thrusts quickened. She heard his groans and gasps, felt the grip of his hand on her leg, and then she came, shattering against her own hand, her vagina pulsing around his cock.

  “Glenna!” he shouted. He pulsed deeply within her.

  He released her leg and left briefly to dispose of the condom. Then he returned and gathered her in his arms.

  “You are amazing,” he said, kissing her neck.

  “So are you.”

  IN THE MORNING, Glenna awoke to find the bed empty. Last night, they had bathed each other, ordered room service, and watched television. It had felt too much like a real relationship. But no, Sean was a Fantasy Date. A paid companion. There was nothing real between them.

  She sighed, feeling wonderful about her night of wild sex and sad about Sean. Honestly, she didn’t even know him that well. He didn’t talk about himself, though he had asked her plenty of questions.

  The last time they made love had been his good-bye. She felt in his kiss, in his touch, in his slow taking of her. She should’ve known that he would wait for her to fall asleep before he left.

  As she rolled to her side and gazed at the spot where he’d slept, she saw the white rose and the fo
lded note. Heart pounding, adrenaline pumping, she sat up and grabbed the lovely flower. The note was short:

  You were my best mistake.

  ~ Sean

  Glenna inhaled the sweet essence of the flower and smiled.

  Chapter 6

  “WHAT THE HELL is your problem, man?” asked Matt. “You’ve been an asshole all day. You need to get laid.”

  Sean resisted the urge to punch out his friend since he was right. Sean had been an asshole all day—because he’d gotten laid.

  She was wrong for me. I’m wrong for her. It was just sex. So what if I liked her? So what if I thought it might be nice to get to know her?

  “Sean?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Whatever, man. I ain’t your therapist.”

  They were walking along the dock, checking the status of guests who were preparing to the leave the Isle of Romance. It was a routine perimeter check. Overall, Fantasyland was a safe environment, but tourists in any location attracted thieves and cons. There was no way to keep criminal elements out of Fantasyland entirely, which was why the resort employed so many SAs.

  On the left side of the dock, were the boats going to and from the Bahamas. Since it was Sunday, the dock was crowded with people headed to the airport. On the right side, was a beautiful ocean view and “photo opportunities.”

  Sean checked the right and Matt checked the left. All was well.

  “Let’s do a beach check,” said Matt. “Then it’s lunch time.”

  They parted at the end of the pier. Once again, Sean went right and Matt went left.

  His thoughts returned to Glenna.

  Damn it.

  GLENNA FELT THE cold slap of water against her feet. She dug her toes into the sand and looked across the blue water. Sometimes, looking at the ocean made her feel small. But today, she felt as though she was part of something bigger than she comprehend. A cog in the wheel of life.

  She splashed into the water, walking until her toes barely touched the sand. She was determined to finish her vacation. Sean was a good lesson for her. He’d taught about risk.

  So busy was she thinking about the handsome Irishman, she didn’t prepare for the huge wave rolling toward her. It slammed into her and she tumbled into the water. She couldn’t figure out up from down. She tried to swim, but couldn’t wrest herself from the swirling water.