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“And if I’m not interested, you figure you’ll throw it out to the first guy who is?” Julie winced as Chris’s fingers tightened, digging into the skin of her forearm. “Maybe.” She had no intention of sleeping with Mike, but Chris didn’t need to know that. “I don’t see that it’s any of your business.”

“At least I have the consolation of knowing I was your first choice.” She tugged at her arm but he wouldn’t release his grip. “It wasn’t like that.”

“What is it like?” he said, his voice low and menacing. “Because it looks to me like your wedding night was just the start of you getting back at Brian by banging anyone with a pulse.” Julie felt his words like a sucker punch in the gut. All the breath whooshed from her lungs and for a moment, she was actually dizzy.

“You know,” she said, struggling to keep her voice steady, “I never regretted a second about that night I spent with you. Until now,” she said, jerking out of his grasp. Her throat tightened, and she knew she was going to cry. Unable to bear that final humiliation, Julie turned and ran.

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Chris couldn’t believe what he’d just said. How could he have been so unbelievably crude? Especially to Julie, the only person who had ever acknowledged that he was more than a screwup, more than an intruder into polite society. She was the only one who ever took him seriously when he’d talked about creating a place like Holley Cay. And now, instead of executing his grand plan of seduction, he’d lashed out at her. His stomach clenched with guilt as her hurt, shocked expression replayed in his mind.

Whatever her intentions might have been, she would never have set out to deliberately hurt him the way he’d just done.

He uttered filthy curses at himself as he took off down the beach after her. It didn’t take him long to catch her. The moon was almost full, so he had a clear view of her running down the beach, and she couldn’t move fast in those stupid shoes.

“Julie,” he called as he ran up behind her, “I’m sorry. Please stop.” She didn’t stop, but kept stumbling as quickly as she could with her spike heels sinking into the sand with every step. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry,” he repeated as he fell into step beside her. “I didn’t mean it, I was just so—”

“My wedding night wasn’t all about revenge,” she said. “Okay, maybe it was a little, but it was mostly about finally having something I really, really wanted. I’d denied myself for years, and finally I had my chance and I took it.”

Chris felt like a fist was squeezing his heart when he saw the sheen of tears in her eyes. “And now,” she continued, her voice threatening to break, “I feel like such an idiot, the way I keep throwing myself at someone who doesn’t even want me.”

He couldn’t stand this. Pulling her roughly into his arms, he whispered, “You think I don’t want you?” She drew her arms up and pushed against his chest in an attempt to free herself. He wrapped his arms more tightly around her.

“The truth is I want you too much,” he whispered, burying his nose in the softness of her hair. “I’ve been trying to be good, and stay away from you, but you drive me crazy.” She didn’t respond, but she wasn’t trying to push him away.

“And now that I know how good it feels to touch you,” he thrust his fingers into her hair, “to fuck you,” he whispered, tipping her head back so he could look at her beautiful, wide eyes, her sexy pink mouth,

“it makes me insane to know what I’m missing.”

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Her arms slid around his neck, one hand clamping around his nape as she tugged his face down for her kiss.

The second his mouth touched hers, Chris felt like he was going to explode. His mouth opened over hers, his tongue thrust inside to mate with hers, and his hands tore at the tie that held up her dress.

They groaned simultaneously as his hand captured the weight of her breast and squeezed, kneading, pinching, with a fervor that precluded any gentleness.

“Tell me you want me,” Chris gasped, dragging his lips down her throat.

“I want you,” she moaned as her fingers dug into the muscles of his arms, “I want you more than anything.”

He groaned as she boldly slid her hand along the bulge in his shorts, squeezing, stroking his cock to rock hardness. His hands slid up her skirt, moaning into her mouth when his hands met smooth flesh, left bare by her thong panties. He shoved a hand in between her legs, felt the hot moisture that soaked the thin scrap of fabric. “You’re so wet, so ready for me,” he murmured, sucking her tongue into his mouth. “I have to get inside you.” He slipped his fingers under the flimsy fabric of her panties, groaning as a hot liquid rush soaked his hand. His cock twitched, demanding to take the place of his fingers. “C-condom,” Julie stuttered, “I have a condom in my purse.” She breathed and pulled away to locate the little bag that had fallen to the sand.

Chris was momentarily nonplussed. Julie was carrying condoms in her purse? What did that mean?

What did that say about her plans for tonight? What—

Then he became incapable of rational thought as Julie’s busy hands unzipped his fly and tugged his shorts around his knees. His knees threatened to buckle as she stroked his cock from root to tip, her gaze so admiring he felt like a fucking sex god. Then, in a move that made his eyes screw shut and his teeth clench, she leaned forward and sucked him into her mouth, her tongue swirling against the head. He quickly ran through the roster of the San Francisco Giants as he struggled not to come.

“Stop,” he groaned as his brain refused to focus on baseball and remained fixated on the hot, wet suction of her mouth and teasing laps of her tongue. He cupped her head in his hands and gently pulled her away as he knelt on the sand beside her.

She wrapped herself around him, kissing and licking his neck, chest, shoulders as he quickly slid on the condom. He didn’t even bother taking off her underwear, just snagged the material and pulled it aside as she settled on his lap.

She reached down and grasped his erection, positioned it against her core. And then, yes, God, yes, he PrivateParty

was inside her, the wet warmth of her pussy gripping him like a fist as she took him all the way in.

He gripped her hips as she rode him hard and fast, his hips meeting her thrust for thrust. There was no grace, no finesse, as he recklessly pounded into her. He bent his head, tongued a nipple into his mouth and sucked, probably too hard. Julie squealed, throwing her head back as she ground her pelvis against him.

Slow down,
he told himself harshly. This was too hard, too fast, she wouldn’t—

“Chris, Chris, Chris,” Julie chanted as she stiffened and jerked against him. Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream and her nails dug into his biceps as she gave one last shudder.

Chris didn’t stop, just pushed her over onto her back and thrust, twice, three times, pummeling her into the sand with each drive of his hips. His orgasm hit him with blinding force, and he strove to get even deeper inside of her. He collapsed on top of her, trembling with every last pulse of his release.

“Ouch.” Chris jumped as she nipped his neck, and not gently. “What was that for?”

“You’ve been really mean to me,” Julie said.

Chris levered himself off of her and grinned. “I know, I’m sorry, honey.” He leaned down and kissed the tip of her perfect little nose.

“You’ll have to make it up to me.” She slid her hands up under his shirt, lightly scraping her nails down his back.

“I thought I just did,” he teased, savoring the taste of her as he trailed kisses across her cheek and eyelids.

“Mmm.” She wriggled against him. “That was a good start, but you have a lot more work to do before I’m ready to forgive you.”

“In that case,” Chris said as he pushed himself to his knees and helped her sit up, “let’s go back to my place, where I can wash you clean of every bit of sand and show you just how sorry I am.” They straightened their clothing as best they could, laughing as they attempted to brush the worst of the sand off each other.

“This would be a great spa treatment,” Julie said as she presented her back to Chris. “Deep sand exfoliation. Here, you missed a spot.” She glanced teasingly over her shoulder and raised her skirt.

Chris marveled. Just the sight of her round, sand-dappled ass was enough to make him hard again. He PrivateParty

hadn’t experienced this kind of rapid recovery since his college days. He pulled her back against him, rubbing his straining fly against her. “I have a great big shower at my place,” he whispered, his tongue flicking out to taste the peachy flesh of her earlobe. “Big enough for two.”

“That sounds,” Julie paused, arching her neck to give him better access, “really great.” The sound of voices jerked them both to attention. Before they could be discovered, they took off running, pausing only so Julie could remove her sandals. Within minutes, they arrived, panting, at the door of his villa.

He ushered her in the door, trying to ignore the feeling that he was free-falling, hard and fast into something he’d never before experienced. He pinned her against the closed front door, kissing her like a starving man, already rock hard as though he hadn’t come less than five minutes ago. There existed the very real and dangerous possibility that no matter how he indulged his fantasies, he might never stop wanting Julie. And that when she left, he’d be stuck with an ache that had nothing to do with sexual desire.

He forced the thoughts from his mind, choosing to focus instead on the hot, sweet taste of her mouth, the lush softness of her lips against his, the eager slide of her fingers over his skin.

For now, at least, she had chosen to be here, had chosen to be with him. She would leave, sure. But at least he could make damn sure she missed him when she did.

Chris wasted no time in pulling Julie into the bathroom and stripping her naked. “Now then,” he said as he guided her into the marble-lined shower, “let’s see if I can get you nice and clean again.” Chris’s bathroom was a hedonist’s delight, with its Jacuzzi tub the size of a small swimming pool and separate shower with multiple showerheads that seemed to hit her from every possible angle. But she had little time to admire the amenities as he grabbed the removable showerhead, twisted it to adjust the pressure, and ran it up the backs of her thighs. She shrieked when the spray hit her butt, the pulsating jets of water making her skin tingle. “Watch where you’re sticking that thing,” she laughed, trying to move out of the way. Wet skin slid against wet skin as she playfully squirmed past him, and she sputtered as one of the other shower heads caught her full in the face.

With a low chuckle, Chris caught her around the waist, pinning her back against him as he used the showerhead in his hand to teasingly circle her breasts. Her nipples tightened into achy little points. “I have to make sure I get all the sand off you.” His low voice echoed off the walls of the shower, vibrating through her like a caress.

“I don’t think I have any sand up there,” she replied, saucily arching her back until her buttocks were pressing against his muscled thighs. His cock surged against her lower back, rock hard, insistent.

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“How about here?” his voice was raspier now as he slid the showerhead lower, skimming the tops of her thighs with the spray. His other hand moved from her waist, and Julie watched, biting back a moan as he covered her mound. Liquid heat coursed through her, drenching his hand. Just like that she was primed again, ready to go off like a rocket at his slightest touch.

Slowly, deliberately he spread her wide with his fingers, exposing her fully to the shower’s hot spray. At the first pass, she nearly jumped out of her skin. At the second, she let out a sharp cry and dug her nails into his forearm, a futile attempt to stay his hand. It was too much stimulation, her flesh already over-sensitized from her earlier orgasm. Her stomach muscles clenched and the harsh sounds of her breath filled her head, blocking out everything else.

Without a word, without a sound, Chris replaced the showerhead in its stand. Holding her in place, he reached out for a bar of white soap. The rich smell of coconut filled the steamy chamber as he worked up a thick lather. Turning her to lean with her back against one wall, he ran slick hands over her in firm, sure strokes. Whereas before, his touch had been desperate, almost frantic, now he was slow, deliberate.

His fingers rubbed, smoothed, massaged their way up and down her back, her legs, her arms.

Despite his almost lazy manner, there was no question he was as aroused as she. His cock stood straight out from his body, thick and veined, the swollen head deliciously dark red. She’d never been much of an admirer of penises, but she was struck by the primitive beauty of Chris’s erection. Surging and straining, all for her.

His hands covered her breasts, his thumbs tracing slick circles around her nipples. She closed her eyes, head rolling against hard marble as she thought for a moment she might come with nothing more than the feel of his hands on her breasts. His fingers pinched and plucked, then soothed. “Please,” she murmured, not sure if she was begging him to stop or to keep going.

He captured her plea with his mouth, his tongue thrusting and retreating in a rhythm that made her ache to feel him inside her again. Though compared to the beach, he was moving at a snail’s pace, there was an intensity about him, in his touch. He raised his head, and the expression in his eyes made her breath catch in her chest. All traces of the charming playboy were gone. His eyes were dark with torment, desire, maybe even anger.

The look disappeared before she could analyze it further, and once again the taste of his mouth on hers, the feel of his hands on her body, drove all logical thought from her head until all she could do was feel.

Her fingers wound through thick, wet locks of hair as he kissed her, harder now, teasing her with soft nips of his teeth. She moaned and pressed herself harder against him, until her nipples were burrowing eagerly against his chest and his cock was sliding against the soap-slicked skin of her belly. Moving one hand between them, she closed her hand around him, her sex fluttering at the feel of him, so thick, so hot, rock hard in her hand.