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The relaxing sun worked its magic. Beside him, as Bekah drifted off, the slight rise and fall of her chest caught his notice. He took the bottle of coconut oil and moved over to her chair, straddling her. Two tugs later, her top fell to the side, giving him a direct view of her ample bosom with its dark, compelling nipples.

Tilting the bottle upside down, he watched the oil drizzle over her skin and travel downward. He caught the droplets and spread them over her warm skin. The harder he rubbed, molded her melons to his hands, the more she sighed in pleasure, until, finally, her eyes fluttered open.

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over the tiny bud, tasting the sweet oil. Bekah gripped his head, urging him to take more of her breast into his mouth. With a chuckle, he did, sucking it in, releasing it with a pop and moving to the other. His hands strayed to her bikini bottom and untied the knots on the sides, moving, as the suit fell away, to delve his fingers into her weeping sex. Bekah keened an aroused moan from her luscious mouth.

The musical sound hitting his ears threatened to snap the remaining vestiges of his self-control. He reached into the small duffel between their loungers, withdrew a condom, and laid it on the arm of her chair. Slipping his finger from her pussy, he stood, shucking his shorts. Sheathing his cock only took a moment, but that instant felt like too much time to be away from her. Ashton laid a couple of towels on the deck. “We’ll break the damn chair otherwise.”

Bekah slipped to the deck with a cheeky grin and spread her legs. “Hot stuff, what are you waiting for?”

“Enjoying the view.” Damn, she shone like a brand-new copper penny. He dropped to her and slid his fingers back into her core. “Nice and tight.” He bent his head to suck on her clit and released it. Her gorgeous legs opened wider, and he moved on in, taking the open invitation to spear his cock into her pussy.

Molten-hot muscle clamped on him. He gripped her hips and anchored her in place, once again surging into her, filling her. The tease pinched his nipples and raked her hands down his chest. Sweet gods, she’d kill him if she kept that shit up. He glared at her and pumped hard and fast, long strokes of steel. She keened low and leaned up to bite his chest. Ashton muffled a curse and pressed his thumb pad to her clit, turning her game of torture against her.

“Ashton.” Bekah rose to meet him.

“So beautiful, girl.” Ashton crushed his lips to hers, slowing down, syncing his thrusts in her pussy with his spearing tongue in her mouth. Her passionate nature brought out the beast in him. She submitted completely and gifted back in return. She gyrated when he pushed, wedging his hand between them. Her small clit engorged under his thumb. He toyed with it until she writhed beneath him, begging for release. Though she didn’t scream, the silent intakes of unsteady breath hit his ears. He pounded harder and teased her nub until she exploded for 20

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him. Ashton withdrew his hand and braced his hands on either side of her, lowering his weight fully on her, cock deep inside as he rhythmically worked her through her first orgasm. He bit her neck enough to leave an indented mark and jerked when her body convulsed a second time, gifting him with her sweet-smelling cream.

“That’s it, baby, come for me.” Sweat-drenched, he rocked long and slow until her muscles eased off. “God, you feel good.”

“You, too,” her breathy voice wavered back at him.

Ashton brushed his lips across hers and gazed into her expressive eyes, hoping his mirrored hers, hoping she could see his feelings in them. His passion built.

The lust he’d been holding back since seeing her face ignited. “Hold on.” He backed up, onto his knees, and tucked his hands under both ass cheeks, riding her hard and fast, balls slapping the indent in her ass. “Shit woman,” he rasped, his seed shooting out in jets of cum filling the condom. He milked his cock in her velvet sex, wishing he had more time.

The sun departed, leaving a rainbow of blue, orange and pink hues to tint the clouds. The clear waters darkened as they returned to the resort. Their guide, true to his word, didn’t invade their privacy. After the best sex in his life, and sharing the sunset, he watched Rebekah fall asleep and covered her with her sarong.

They’d both agreed to no phones, no media, no laptops. No interruptions to the epitome of experiences that Madam Eve had to offer. Reality came back too fast, and he was helpless to fend it off.

All too soon, the marina loomed in the near distance. He woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss and helped her put her swimsuit on. “I’m so sleepy.” She yawned and slipped on her flip flops.

“We’ll have you back to your room in no time.” The solemn inflection in his voice bothered him. He generously tipped their discrete guide and led her into the plush comfort of the waiting limo’s leather seats. As they pulled off, the smell of the sea evaporated from his nose. Bekah snuggled against his chest. He stroked her hair and inhaled her sweet scent, wondering how he’d find normal when he went home.

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awake for the second time. “We’re here.” The limo driver opened the door for him, and he unfolded from the seat, pulling his sleepy woman out behind him.

“Slow down.”

“Wake up.” He snapped, and felt guilt creep in as she pulled away from him at his sharp tone, making her own way into the building.

“He jogged up to her, halting her mid-step. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from.”
Which was a lie.
Women never made him feel erratic, yet all he felt around her was off-balance. He studied her wary expression and stroked her beyond-tangled hair. “I should’ve braided it for you.”

“That’s really sweet, Ashton.” She jerked her head and brought her hand up to meet his.

Ashton stepped into her personal space and kissed her forehead. “Let’s just go to bed. We’re both exhausted.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Instead of going to her room, she kept walking, leading them to his.

Bekah continued to surprise him. Minutes later, back in his suite, he led her to his luxurious bathroom and turned on the shower. She smelled of coconut and salt water, reminding him of their time spent snorkeling. He realized no matter how many times he snorkeled again in the future, the experiences wouldn’t compare to the date he’d just finished with her.

Gingerly, he lathered her skin with soap and rinsed her off, his hands trailing over her breasts and ass. She stepped away from him and freed her hair from its band. Water-drenched curls sprang to life. She held out the bottle of shampoo to him and turned to allow him to wash her hair for her. Feeling completely out of his element and oddly domesticated, he poured the shampoo onto her head and massaged the clear liquid to froth, working the scented foam from scalp to tips, falling just short of the middle of her back.

“You’re so good,” she sighed.

Hearing her sigh had to be the best sound that ever graced his ears. “Good to know. Eyes closed, head back.” He commandeered the hand-held nozzle from her grasp and began to rinse her hair.

“Oh, God do that again.” Bekah moved her head toward him.

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Ashton passed the nozzle over her head, loving the way she called for more.

His cock hardened, and he groaned. Bekah surprised him by wrapping her hand around his length and stroking from tip to balls. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not now. I want a quick taste, and for you to fuck me, before we pass out.”

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. He damn near dropped the nozzle. Anchoring it back to the wall proved difficult with her warm mouth slurping him down and backing off to lick down the side of his shaft.

“Bekah.” Her name came out in a guttural rasp as she dropped her head to suck on his scrotum. She used the right pressure and her wet mouth pulling in each ball had him close to coming. What a talented mouth she had. He braced his hands on the wall as she stood and let him go to soap up her hands. “What?”

“Wait for it.” She ran soap up his body and down, leaving a trail of bubbles over his skin, then lathered her body with a generous amount of soap and slid her breasts over him. He knew then what she aimed to do and groaned when she put him between her breasts and began pumping him hard and fast.

From his aerial view, his crown peeked up from the two bountiful globes and returned to their hiding spot. Fuck if her milking wasn’t perfection. The sensation stole rational thought and how to breathe without detonating early.

“So slippery.” She rode him between her tight tits.

“Where the hell did you learn that trick?”

“Ladies have their secrets.”

Ashton backed her into the far corner and lifted her legs, bracing her back against the cool tile. “Smart ass.” He shoved into her to the hilt and took her under the spray of the shower water.

Soapy, steamy skin met skin. He devoured her mouth, and let go of her legs as she wrapped them around him, giving him leeway to tangle his hand in her hair as he’d wanted to do since rinsing the silky strands clean.

“Fuck,” he groaned, as she came around him covering his cock in her release.

He realized he hadn’t covered up. With a growl, he pulled out of her, shooting thick jets of semen against the tiled wall.

“What?” Bekah asked opening her eyes.

“I never fucking forget.” He eased her to stand under the spray. When she was 23

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soap free, he opened the shower door to let her out so he could rinse himself.

“It’s okay; we got carried away. We weren’t planning on that, you know.”

Her soft, reassuring tone didn’t drown out the voice that told him to be a responsible grown up.

“I know sweetness. I didn’t—in you, but still. Madame Eve had us fill out all those intimate details. I’m clean, and so are you. But, I don’t lose control—ever.

“So I make you lose control?” Bekah handed him a towel, a note of glee in her voice.

Ashton snorted as he dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist. He stepped behind her and took the comb, parting her hair in three sections.

“You act like you’ve done this before.”

“I have three younger sisters, so yeah.” He combed through each section and wound her hair in a braid. “Don’t go thinking nothing by this.”

“No, of course not. A big, strong man who knows how to braid a woman’s hair.” Bekah turned and hugged him.

“Bedtime.” He slapped her ass and pushed her to the bed. “Tomorrow comes early, and we have an a.m. flight.”

“Don’t remind me,” Rebekah mumbled. Ashton eased his arm around her and tucked her into his body, but he didn’t relax or let sleep claim him until she breathed slow and even.

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Rebekah hated good-byes. She faced Ashton at her airport, a layover for him giving them a chance for a few stolen moments.

“We’re not saying good-bye—more like see you later.” Ashton’s silent promise hung between them.

Bekah wasn’t prepared for the staggering, soulful kiss he planted on her. The power of his desire came close to knocking her flat on her ass. Winded and breathless, she stared in dazed amusement, wanting one more. “Oh, you know how to leave a lady wanting.” She stepped back. “I’ll call you later, or sext.

Kidding—I mean text.”

Ashton grinned at her. “We can sext all night if you want.”

“Okay, tiger, you got a plane to catch.”

“My plane, on my orders.” He swatted her ass. “You have all your things?”

“Check.”

“I’ll email you the pics.” He gave her a brief, perfunctory kiss.

“Is that how you kiss your mother?”

Ashton shook his head and gave her one last kiss for the date. “I had a fun three and three-fourth dates, Ms. Rebekah Shayne. I’m looking forward to adding more.”

“Damn.” Bekah watched him leave her, and her heart tumbled in despair. “Oh, put a cork in it,” she muttered to herself. Just chalk it up to a romantic weekend.
I
still don’t believe in love at first glance.
Deep down, she wondered how much she’d have to lie to herself to believe it.

Two days later, she sat at her desk. The computer screen blinked at her, but no words came. She dimly heard the chime of an incoming message and scanned it.

Ms. Shayne. I take it your trip was successful?

Bekah closed her office door before answering.

Madam Eve, I presume.
Even in text, she could detect a sleek sophistication.

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Yes.

I must admit, I have to write a different article now.

Remember, we are a discrete company with no advertising beyond word of
mouth of satisfied clients.

You knew I was going to write an expose on your company?
Bekah punched send.

I hoped you wouldn’t. Do you believe in magic now Ms. Shayne?

I—I.
She paused, stumped
.

Take care.
The screen went blank.

Bekah smoothed her suit and once again stared at her computer screen.

An office assistant rapped on her door and opened it slightly. “Ms. Shayne, conference in ten minutes.”

Grrr. The meeting had slipped her mind. She slipped out of her office with a pad of paper, her cell phone, and tape recorder, and entered the boardroom. She was nearly late and the long table was filled with her colleagues and boss.

“Morning. I’ll be taking the minutes for the meeting.”

“Very good.” Mark Sanders, her boss, called the meeting to order. “Ready when you are.”

Rebekah nodded and hit
play
. “Fuck me harder. Oh, God like that, just like that, Ashton,” blared from the tiny device held in her hand. The more her fumbling fingers tried to turn it off, the louder it got, giving the occupants of the room a second-by-second accounting of her sexual escapade.

Frozen in shock, it took her a moment to pull it together. “I—don’t know how that happened. Holy h-e-double hockey sticks, I’m so sorry. I uh, have to go.” She dropped the blasted machine on the floor and stomped on it to silence it.