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CHAPTER TWO
Jay
I’d hoped she’d be here. It’s the only reason I accepted Kian’s offer to join the get together. I don’t do fall down drunk beach orgies, but I can tell you one thing, I need to do her again.
My fingertips tingle as the memory of stroking her silky skin erupts to the front of my mind. The way her body arches as I slip them inside her and make her come at will. From the day last October when I walked into the practice the first time, until now, I’ve been consumed by her.
I promised myself there’d never be another after Cheryl, but a man has urges. Although the five between my almost ex-wife and Bondage Bay were time killers, Simone Parker is a whole other story.
I forced myself to ignore her the first month. Almost fired her the second month, just to find some inner peace. But when the fires struck and wreaked havoc, I gave in to my desires. There will never be another New Year’s like it.
I’d hope it was a once off. But what we hope for and what we truly need are two very different things.
With the body of a Venus and skin like silky caramel, I’m addicted. Her smile, her golden eyes, and a laugh that gives the bells in heaven a run for their money. I can’t get enough of her. The problem…
She’s skittish. Someone hurt her badly. God help him when I find him. And now she’s too damned afraid to accept what could be absolute magic between us.
I weave my way between the throng of backpackers and exuberant locals until I’m almost in front of her.
I don’t like them. Those two wet-behind-the-ears backpackers she’s talking to. And I know she’s not comfortable around them either, so why the fuck is she entertaining their slimy advances?
“Here.”
Steven, one of the locals, jabs me with a beer-laden hand.
“Thanks.” I take the drink without taking my eyes off the fuckers so clearly salivating over what’s mine.
It irks the shit out of me the way Tweedledee and Tweedledum look at her, as though she’s a slab of fresh meat.
“Heard rumors about the two of you. Didn’t think you were her type, though.”
Steven’s comment has me doing a double take.
“And what is her type?” I don’t hide the agitation in my voice.
Steven steps back. Clearly, the message has been received as he carefully nods in Simmi’s direction. “Them.”
The fuck…
I swallow my anger. Steve is a friend, more of an acquaintance, and not someone I wish to alienate, but I don’t like the way he is speaking of Simmi.
“I’ll leave you to it then,” he mumbles and stumbles off.
I’m tired of dancing around this bullshit. And those two fools are…
“Evening.”
A feminine voice strokes the balmy sea air, and my irritation dials up a notch.
“Hi.” I bark out the word, not looking at whoever is standing so close to me, their cloying sweet perfume.
Laying her soft, well-manicured hand on my chest, “You look like you could do with some company.”
I glance down. A pretty face with bright blue eyes greets me. But that’s all she is. Pretty. And I don’t want pretty. I want Simone Parker.
