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Not touching her last night had almost killed him. He'd worn grooves in his palms from gripping the arms of the chaise so tightly. He'd desperately wanted to squeeze his fingers against her lush hips and drive his cock into her soaked pussy. But he knew she wasn't ready for that. When she was ready, she'd let him know.
Being forced to watch her slide her desire-swollen lips against his shaft had nearly made him come. But he held back, wanting it to be about her, not about him. And she'd certainly enjoyed it, evidenced by her juices all over him when she was done.
When she'd thrown her head back and screamed, she'd looked as beautiful as he'd ever seen her. Her face and body flushed with passion, her nipples hard and pebbled, her hips bucking against him like she was fucking him, was a sight he'd love to preserve in a picture.
And today was another work day, another day of following her along and asking lame reporter questions. Questions he was no longer interested in asking. He'd asked all the important ones last night, and was privileged that she had given him the answers.
In a way he felt like he'd been given this great gift--the chance to pleasure a woman who'd long ago given up the thought of experiencing good sex with a man.
Step by step, as patiently as he could, he'd teach her that sex with the right man could provide every pleasure she'd ever want.
And then someday, when she was ready again, she'd find the right man to give her that kind of joy every day for the rest of her life.
That man wouldn't be him. He was a vagabond, a traveler, not a beachcomber. He'd never be happy on this tiny island surrounded by nothing but miles of water. He'd go nuts.
Even if the woman of his dreams lived here.
Disgusted at his train of thought, he shook the water out of his eyes and grabbed a towel. Had to be lack of sleep making him think there was any such thing as 'the woman of his dreams'.
He didn't have dreams of women, or 'the woman'. They were for sex, laughs and fun while he occupied space in whatever part of the world he happened to be working in.
Home and family and marriage and permanence didn't fit his lifestyle. Whenever he moved on, he left no lingering feelings behind.
And he wouldn't this time, either. He felt compelled to help Morgan rediscover her sexuality. After all, she'd trusted in him enough to tell him her secrets. But once that was done, he was outta here and off on the next assignment.
With nice memories, of course.
Morgan was sitting at the kitchen table near the window, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. As usual, her hair was piled high on her head with a few curling tendrils escaping the sides. She wore another slinky sundress that never failed to wake up at least one part of his body.
Shifting his semi-hard cock to the side of his shorts, he strolled into the kitchen. "Morning."
Morgan looked up and smiled at him. "Morning. Sleep much?"
After grabbing a cup of the streaming brew, he sat down beside her. "As much as you did."
She looked different this morning. Her cheeks were rosy, her blue eyes as bright as the glint of sun off the ocean. Life energy poured from her.
And Tony felt like he'd had some small part in that grin she wore.
"Ready for another day?" she asked.
"I'm ready for anything you throw at me."
She arched a brow. "Anything?"
"Uh huh. What's on your mind?" he asked, trying to keep his baser thoughts at bay.
"You'll see."
The smile stayed on her face the entire day. He liked that. Tony wanted to do whatever was necessary to keep it there.
Today was pretty much the same as yesterday. He followed her routine, which he found to be pretty much business oriented. He talked to a few more staff members, who all gushed with praise about their boss.
By the time the workday ended, ominous clouds had darkened the skies over the resort. It looked like they were going to be hit with a rainstorm. After listening to the weather reports, Morgan suggested they head back to her house before the road washed out.
Fat drops of rain began to fall just as she pulled into the carport. They ran inside and the skies opened up. Sheets of rain slammed down relentlessly, streams of muddy water already forming around the house.
Phoebe wound her furry self around his legs, seemingly taken with him for some unknown reason. He looked down to find the cat staring up at him, meowing, as if he was personally responsible for the lousy weather outside.
"Don't look at me, girlie. I didn't do it."
The cat sauntered off in a huff.
Tony stepped out on the front porch and watched the rain. The humidity was high and he'd already taken off his shirt. Even though he wore only shorts, he wasn't any cooler. Morgan brought him a beer and he took a long, thirsty swallow, wiping away the perspiration from his forehead. It was hot. Sticky. Humid. They were completely isolated. The only sounds were the constant tapping of heavy rain on the roof.
He was trapped in the middle of a driving rainstorm in the heated tropics, with a beautiful woman.
Damn, life was good.
"How long will it rain?" he asked her.
"It depends. Storm's pretty big. Could last a day or so."
He turned to her. "How do you get to work when it's like this?"
She smiled. "I don't. Heavy rains like this wash out the road and I can't drive the cart to the resort. I could walk it, but it would take awhile. So unless there's a major crisis going on, the staff can handle anything that comes up."
The thought of being marooned here with Morgan for two days brought a grin to his face. He could make some serious headway in her reintroduction to sex if he had access to her for forty-eight hours with no distractions.
Except the damn cat who had taken a liking to him. It had returned from its short snit and once again circled around his ankles, purring. Annoyed with the tickling furball, he bent down and scooped it up and held it in his arms. Of course, then it purred all the more.
"Phoebe likes you," Morgan said, her eyes wide.
"Seems to. Is that a problem?"
"No. It's just that she doesn't really like strangers. Just me."
Tony puffed out his chest. "Smart cat. Obviously, she's an intelligent judge of character. Not to mention charm, great looks and potent sexuality." He stroked the cat's fur, rewarded with its kneading paws and drool. Great.
Morgan laughed. "I'll take your word for it."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather find out for yourself?"
Her blue eyes darkened like the rain-pummeled ocean. "Maybe."
She leaned against a post and held her hands behind it. Visions of her tied to that post while he did anything he wanted with her sailed across his imagination. He just had to get her back to the point where she felt comfortable, and then he knew they could have some serious fun together.
"Earlier this morning you said you had something in mind?" he asked, trying not to push things, but his cock had already sprung to life at the thought of Morgan tied up.
She nodded. "If you're up to it."
He put the cat down and ran his palm against his shaft through his shorts, slowly stroking its length. Morgan's gaze dipped and focused. Her pink tongue darted out and swept across her lips. Tony wanted to groan. He wanted her lips and tongue on the head of his cock before the night was through. "I'm up to anything, babe."
"Even a little bondage?"
Now she was talking. Had she read his mind? "Hell yeah."
The corners of her mouth lifted in a small smile. "I doubt you're thinking about the bondage I have in mind."
"Try me."
"Oh, I plan to," she said, then pushed away from the post. "I'll be right back."
After she'd stepped inside, Tony resisted the urge to jump up and down like a kid who'd just gotten his first bike. But damn he was excited about the prospect of making some sexual headway with Morgan. It was all he'd thought about today. Remembering their time together last night, her body glowing in the moonlight, the way she
rode his cock until she came, had kept him semi-hard the whole day.
He shuddered and stroked himself again, anticipating what was to come.
She stepped to the doorway and crooked her finger at him. He followed behind her more than willingly, watching the sexy sway of her hips, the silk of her dress caressing her ass just like he was dying to do.
He entered her bedroom and smiled. She'd tied silk scarves to the four posts. His cock hammered against his shorts, seeking immediate escape.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she said, her arm wrapped around the post at the foot of her bed, her hip leaning gently against the footboard.
"Me too."
