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“Don’t worry. We won’t be participating.” His cobalt eyes dragged down her body and back up. “I don’t share.”
“Same.” The corner of her mouth edged up. “And if anyone tries anything with you, I may resort to scratching their eyes out.”
“Fine by me.” He leaned in and captured her mouth in a long, lingering kiss. One that seared him, stirring something too deep to consider at that moment. Taking his time, he explored her lips and mouth thoroughly, and stifled a groan. God, she tasted sweeter than the pineapple they’d eaten earlier. Finally, he broke the kiss, pulled in a breath and said, “Although I wouldn’t be opposed to having some fun with just you after we find Tillman.”
“That could be arranged,” she said saucily. “Just no trading partners.”
Ryland caught her bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling there for a moment, then stroked his tongue along the seam. “You should rest. It’s a long flight.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to lay her head against him. It didn’t take long for her to drift off and he listened to her steady breathing.
Trade partners? Was she insane?
“Not in a million years, not for a million dollars,” he murmured against her silky hair.
The rest of the flight went smoothly and after landing in Negril, they lucked out and caught a lone taxi to drive them to Desire.
After paying the driver, Ryland lifted both their bags from the trunk and hoisted them over his shoulder. Check-in was quick and the desk attendant was miraculously awake at that hour. Afterwards, they found their room easily.
“Oh, my God,” Harper murmured, looking around the suite and sliding open the back door. “This place is fantastic. Ryland, there’s a private hot tub out here!”
Suppressing a grin, Ryland walked over where Harper was oohing and ahhing over the jacuzzi like she’d never seen one before. He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Hopefully, we’ll have time to try it. But right now, we need some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, Mrs. Rogers.”
The back story they came up with for Fred and Annabelle Rogers was pretty simple: they’ve been married a few years and growing a little bored with their current, vanilla lifestyle. They heard about the swingers resort from a friend and were always curious, so they decided to check it out.
For a moment, Ryland imagined what it would be like marrying this woman and how their lives would look a few years later. He couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else other than this exciting woman who made his pulse quicken.
With a soft sigh, Harper leaned back in his arms and he scooped her up, carried her inside and laid her on the huge king-size bed. The temptation to strip her bare and spend the rest of the night playing with that luscious body of hers was nearly overwhelming. But he had a mission to accomplish first and foremost.
Then, they could play.
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Morning came fast and Ryland and Harper were up bright and early, ready to find Lester Tillman and get the job done. As much as she’d wanted to frolic in the hot tub with Ryland, she was glad they went straight to bed because she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow. And, if all went well, they would have plenty of time to luxuriate in their suite, and each other, before they had to head back to meet the team.
They’d decided to go down to the pool first and scope it out. Harper had bought them bathing suits earlier down in the gift shop, as well as some more clothes for herself, and she turned in front of the bathroom mirror, doubt creeping in at her decision. It was way skimpier than she would normally wear, but the tiny two piece had been the most modest suit in the shop. She supposed since guests were allowed to strut around in their birthday suits, she probably would be wearing more than most. It was still a little out of her comfort zone and she adjusted the small piece of fabric that was supposed to be covering her bum.
It didn’t seem to be doing a very good job.
She gave up trying to cover her rear and slipped the mesh coverup she’d bought over her head. At least she wasn’t stuck wearing a Speedo like poor Ryland. Remembering the too-small bottoms made her snicker softly. But he had the body for it and she was looking forward to seeing how nicely he, ahem, filled it.
“Here goes nothing,” she whispered to her reflection and strode out.
Ryland turned and his gaze heated up like an inferno as it skimmed down her body. Her insides melted as he reached her in two long strides, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her against his body.
“You look so damn beautiful,” he murmured, pushing her blonde waves back and dropping kisses along the side of her face. When he finally found her lips, he kissed her passionately and her knees went weak.
No one had ever made her feel as desired as Ryland and she clung to the feeling, ready to explore things with him further.
“We’re supposed to be bored with each other, Mr. Rogers,” she reminded him. “You don’t feel, ah, bored.” There was no missing the way his cock was getting hard against her belly. That Speedo hid very little.
“I’m bored stiff, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Every time I touch you, I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“Well, you better put on a good show out there.”
Ryland pulled back and groaned. “I’d give anything to stay in here all day and fuck you on every surface. In every position. Until you’re nothing but a shaking, trembling mess, coming undone again and again.”
A shiver ran through Harper. “Hold that thought for later,” she murmured and ran her hands through the long, sun-bleached hair on top of his head.
