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“I’ll meet you outside,” she purred into his ear and gave him another squeeze.

Reluctantly, Linden released her. He took deep, long breaths to calm himself, as he walked back to his table. He pulled out his wallet and tossed a hundred dollar bill on the table.

“I’m out of here!” he announced, his smile had a spark of eroticism.

He picked up his Scotch and chugged it down. It slid down and burned his throat and tears glistened in his unusual violet-colored eyes. “Chandler, tomorrow morning if I’m not at the airport, you and Peter take the company’s plane and go on home without me. If she’s as good as she looks, I’ll be taking a well-deserved vacation.”

“Enjoy!” Chandler said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yes, hump that piece of meat until she can’t walk, boss,” Peter said crudely.

“Show some respect, man! The boss doesn’t use women that way, unlike you who’ll stick his rod between any woman’s thighs.” Chandler chuckled, a nasty tone in his voice.

Linden shook his head in disgust. If Peter wasn’t a damn good assistant he would’ve gotten rid of him a long time again. He swept past women and men dancing and gyrating with their partners on his way toward the entrance of the club. It had been over a year since he had sex. Tonight, he was going to make up for that and more!

§

 

Michael and his island slut were standing at the entrance to the club. He couldn’t believe
his
Shay had created quite a show—and with a
white
man. She was all over him, and he was jealous as hell.

Shay tried to walk past him; his fierce grip on her arms stopped her in mid-motion.

“What are you doing, Shay?”

“I’m
slumming
, just like you,” she returned. “But then again, he doesn’t look like a bum, and I’ll bet he has more money than you!”

“But he’s
white!

“And he has the same equipment as you—maybe even
bigger,
” she retorted.

Smiling sweetly, Shay stepped out of his path and continued on her quest.

“Do you
know
that man?” Linden asked when he caught up to her.

“That was
nobody
,” she declared, quickly taking his hand and they walked out of the club.

“I don’t
like
to share!” He stated firmly, his unusual, violet eyes looking right through her.

“I’m not into sharing, either!” she returned, staring back at him. Her eyes didn’t waver from his fierce grip.

“This is your last chance to walk away.”

“I
want
you!”

“What is your name?”

He didn’t know the name of the caramel beauty he invited back to his suite.

“I’m Shay Bennett.”

“And I’m Linden David Stewart. You’re something else, Ms. Bennett,” he said, kissing the seam of her lips. “I can’t wait to dissolve within that
hot
body of yours.”

Shay’s eyes skimmed down the length of Linden’s pants; his cock seemed to expand before her eyes.

“I’m ready for you to show me what you got,
white
boy.”

“Oh, I can deliver,” he whispered into her ear.

With a wicked grin on his face, he nudged her into the first cab that pulled to the curb, and told the driver to drop them at the Jade Mountain Resort.

Chapter Two

Moist lips kissed the cheeks of her buttocks, and followed a path up the middle of her back, her shoulders, neck, and finally her earlobes.

Shay awakened from the most pleasurable sleep she had in months, until the added enticement of Linden’s morning erection thumped against her ass.


Mmm
,” she moaned from the heat of his kisses. She turned onto her back, and his lips—demandingly hot and hungry, descended upon hers.

She moaned from the persistence of his tongue lapping at her closed lips until she smiled. Her lips opened for him.

Linden’s tongue swept through the opening of her mouth like a lethal weapon. His tongue sent shivers of desire racing through her. Heat radiated straight down to her quivering core.

Hot. Wet.
Pulsating.

His tongue was in her mouth and his passion—thickens, insisting, at the apex of her purring haven.

Shay’s legs spread apart instinctively to receive more. The head of his erection thumped insistently against her moist center.


Ahh
…Michael, that’s it, babe. Right there—”

“Michael! Who the
hell
is Michael?”

Her eyes opened, blinked, and refocused on the most dazzling pair of violet eyes she had
ever
seen.

Shay’s eyes widened in surprise.

He was
white—hot-deliciously-handsome
, and
not
Michael.

He had a cleft chin, sensual lips, and the brightest smile any woman would’ve wanted to wake up next to. Ink-colored, blue-black hair graced his head. It tapered on the top, but was longer down his neck. He had hair across his chest and his muscular arms, ending at his belly button.

He lifted her body, and lowered her slowly onto his rock-hard erection—which was now deeply embedded between her thighs. The contrast in their skin tones—vanilla next to caramel—was quite delicious, as if she had been eating ice cream. Suddenly, he slid out of her with just the head of his shaft kissing her dewy core.

“L-Linden?”

“Yes, I’m glad to hear you remember who I am. Now, who is Michael?”


Ahh
…Michael…was my
past
,” she said quickly.

“I remind you of him?”

“No! You most certainly
do
not,” Shay moaned, from the fierce heat of him. Her body shuddered and hummed.

The smile in his eyes contained a sensuous flame. He glided back into her; and intensely, she matched his sensual rhythm—beat for beat, until she exploded. Breathless, she lay under him as he climaxed feverishly. His love was hot and oozed between their bodies, filling her walls.

Shay’s eyes popped open, again, and registered the fact that his seed saturated between them. She was
not
using any birth control. She thought about how Michael always used a condom.
Damn, that third glass of rum punch. What the hell am I thinking, picking up this man last night?
she
thought.

The sex was mind-boggling-hot, earth-shattering-fierce and he was hung like a brother. That was of no consequence, because she wasn’t looking to start a family just yet.


Linden,
let me up. What are you doing?”

Shay pounded on Linden’s muscular back trying to move an unmovable body, and to stop the oozing of his fluid.

“What is it?” He snapped. She couldn’t miss the irritation in his voice.

“Get off me!” she cried out.

Spent, Linden pulled out of Shay’s body before collapsing face down on top of the pillow.

Shay leaped out of bed and dashed into the bathroom, washing Linden’s semen from between her legs. She attempted to blot away as much as she could. Angry, she ran back into the bedroom where he was still lying on his stomach.

“Linden, wake up!” She yelled, and hit him on his back.

“Shay, you’re wearing me out, woman! I need some sleep,” he mumbled.

“Where’s the condom?”


What?

He rolled onto his back, and his beautiful eyes stared back at her. A confused look crossed his face.

“You didn’t use a condom, Linden!” she accused.

“Aren’t you using some means of protection?”

“Hell no, I’m not. Damn you! You may have AIDS or impregnated me!” Shay screamed.

“First of all, Ms. Shay Bennett, I’ve been tested, and I do
not
have AIDS. Secondly, I’ve been celibate for over a year, and that accounts for me thinking with the wrong head last night.
You
came onto
me;
and if you play the game, you should be able to deal with the consequences!”

“What the hell does
that
mean?”

“Come back to bed. I don’t want to fight about this.”

“Why, so you can plant more of your seed inside of me? No, thank you!”

Linden burst out laughing. His infectious laugh was like warm honey coating her heated flesh. With his back pressed against the wood headboard he sat up. His erect member stood at attention once again.

“Are you on some kind of male enhancement drugs?”

“This is
all
me, sweetheart. I’ve been celibate, remember?”

Shay’s eyes traveled the length of his body, flashed back, and she tingled all over. She remembered every thrust, every moan, and cry of pleasure she’d received in his arms. Michael couldn’t
touch
him as a lover. Linden was as smooth as silk, and her body was still humming from their last go-round.

“Shay, I’ve been inside of your beautiful body at least
three
times since early this morning. It’s a little
late
to worry about that, now!”

“You’re
not
touching me again
without
a condom, Linden!” She exclaimed, backing away from the bed.

“But you know you want it,” he said, getting on his knees. He lunged for her hands.

The ringing of his cell phone distracted Linden. Shay took that opportunity to slip out of his clutches over to the other side of the suite—where she planted her naked body on the chaise.

Linden’s long fingers snatched up the cell phone off the nightstand.

“Hi Mom,” the tone of his voice became even warmer, like liquid butter.

Why am I still there?
Shay thought.

This was the
perfect
opportunity for Shay to pick up her dress and leave, but she
wanted
to stay. He still had a hold on her, or more like his body held her captive. It was as if an invisible force kept her inside of his suite. She barely knew the man. Intimately, she knew every one of his erotic zones, but she wanted
more.
Shay wanted to know all there was to know about Mr. Linden David Stewart—the man.

He stood naked—perfectly comfortable—talking to his mother. Shay’s ears perked up when she heard him mention he’d met a woman in St. Lucia.

“Yes, I know it’s unusual for me to extend my trip. The others flew home this morning, but I thought I’d take a well-deserved vacation, Mom.”

He stared at Shay. His eyes sparkled like parts of the Caribbean Ocean.

“Maybe,” he said. He boldly stroked himself as he watched her.

What is he doing?
Shay wondered and said to herself.

Her feminine walls started to throb, as if he were telepathically sending out his desires—filling her, pleasuring her. She wanted him again.

“Mom, I’ll call you later. My cell phone is down to one bar. It needs to be charged,” he lied with smoothness and style.

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