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“Now…babe!” she ordered, writhing her body into the bed.

Linden smiled down at her. He kept her waiting as she had done him earlier.

He wanted her to anticipate his next move.

He wanted her desire for him to be at a feverish pace.

He wanted her pussy quivering and creaming, just for him.

He wanted

“L-
i
-n-d-e-n!” she wailed, needing her release this century.

Their eyes locked, and sexual fever laced their bodies.

He
thrusted
into her body with a passion he’d never felt with any other woman. His tempo, slow and easy, then fast and deep, hitting every one of her erotic zones, until that sweet-sensual-ripple from her wet hot pussy clenched his rod, and sapped him of his strength.

§

 “Thank you for taking me to the jazz festival.” Shay’s voice was now hoarse from screaming out Linden’s name. Tears of happiness slid down her cheeks. “No one has ever given me such a treat.”

Their naked bodies still moist from lovemaking, Linden’s thumb wiped her tears.

“I
wanted
to do that for you. Thank you for my special treat. No woman has ever done that for me.”

“No woman has ever gone down on you?”

“Not with white chocolate, and not quite so deliciously as with those sexy lips of yours, Shay.”

“
Mmm
,” she moaned. Her hands slid between their sticky bodies.

“We’ve created quite a mess! White chocolate is all over the bedding and our bodies, Shay.”

“Are you complaining now, Mr. Stewart?”

“Absolutely not; but we should take a shower, sweetheart.”

“I can’t move…tomorrow… morning,” she moaned, closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.

“Shay?”

The sounds of a light snore escaped her lips.

“Tomorrow, it will be,” he said softly. His palms cupped the cheeks of her ass, bringing him deeper into her heat.

Linden’s eyes closed. He loved the feel of being enveloped within Shay’s moist folds. Their sexes unprotected once again, as he too drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Six

By noon, Shay dragged Linden out of the resort to do something she loved: shopping. St. Lucia’s downtown market was like a large, open flea market selling everything from fruits, vegetables, and hot prepared foods, such as vegetables, fish cakes,
roti
, Dhal pies, and cherry juice. She found island fabrics, hand woven hats and baskets, seed necklace, earrings, and other indigenous woven crafts.

She met an elderly woman who was selling baskets out of the back of her truck. She told Shay that the woven crafts she saw in the market were made from a local hanging root called “
aralie
,” and it grew on the island. Shay purchased an oval basket for her kitchen.

Shay fell in love with the charm of the Creole people. They were very friendly and spoke English and French patois. She found their native tongue sexy to her ears. They walked from one stall to the next, and she was like a kid in a candy store
oohing
and
ahing
at what she saw.

It was very humid as was the norm, there on the island. The sun kissed her face once again. She slid on her burgundy baseball cap, and sun shades to protect her skin and eyes. Linden’s Ray-Ban sunglasses covered his eyes, and the sunscreen which he slathered on his golden skin earlier was all he needed.

The smell of fish frying and the sweet scent of overripe fruits perfumed the air as she shopped for gifts. Shay wanted to purchase a piece of island jewelry for
Nia
and Tatiana, a little trinket for two of her co-workers, along with some items to decorate her studio apartment. Over the years, every time she traveled to an exotic island, she picked up a trinket for her memory collection. She was still searching for that.

Four hours later, Linden was ready to head back to his suite. He was loaded down with Shay’s purchases. He didn’t complain the whole time and stood by patiently when she haggled over the price for a necklace she wanted to purchase. Linden offered to pay for it, but she cut her eyes at him, so he backed off and left her to negotiate the price.

Linden couldn’t wait to unload Shay’s purchases in his suite. He wanted an ice cold Sam Adams beer. Instead, he spotted a stall with a big bold sign. It read:
ST. LUCIA’S FINEST PITON BEER
. As Shay haggled over the piece of jewelry, he walked over to another stall and placed an American twenty dollar bill in the merchant’s hand for a bottle of beer. He chugged it down in less than thirty seconds. The beer went down smoothly and tasted good to his parched throat. By the fourth beer, he was feeling mellow.

“Do you like this necklace, Linden?” Shay inquired. She turned around to discover that he was no longer by her side.

Shay spotted him a few feet away at a refreshment booth—with a beer in his hands. Her purchases were at his feet. Several of them had fallen out of the bag, she noticed.

She gave the woman a ten dollar bill.

“
Yuh
cousin will like,” the woman said in her musical lilt. She had the biggest grin on her round face.

I just paid too much money for Tatiana’s necklace.

Sauntering over to Linden, Shay dropped the necklace into her canvas bag. She picked up the spilled items and slid them back into the shopping bags.

“Hey you, how are you doing?” She asked, removing the beer out of Linden’s hands, and taking a gulp of the Piton beer.

“
Mmm
, this tastes pretty good.”

Linden’s hand curved around her waist. Naughtily, he palmed her ass and pressed her into his erection. “I want you,” he slurred.

“How many beers did you drink?”

“I’m famished, sweetheart!”

His fingers slid under her shorts and stroked her ass.

“Linden!” she smacked at his hands. “
Come,
let’s get you back to the suite.”

Shay picked up their bags, handed him a few, and slipped her arm around his waist. She led him away from the shoppers.

“Babe, you’re a little tipsy from drinking beer on an empty stomach, Linden.”

“Are you chastising me?”

“No, I just want to get us back to the suite.”

“And I want to
fuck
that sweet-juicy ass of yours, until you can’t walk,” he growled.

“Sure, anything you want, babe. Let’s just get back to the resort,” she said as they exited the market.

A taxi pulled right up in front of the entrance to the market.

“
Yuh
want a taxi,” a young man in a red St Lucia T-shirt called out to them, getting up from the driver’s seat.

“Yes!” Shay said, grateful for his assistance as he opened the passenger door. He relieved her of her purchases, and she took Linden’s bags and passed it to him.

“Damn, it’s hot!” he groaned as he sat in the back seat. He unfastened the top three buttons of his white dress shirt.

“You can take a shower when we get back to the resort.”

“Hmm, sounds delicious. Will you join me?”

Linden kissed her right cheek. His fingers trailed under her T-shirt to play with her bra clasps.

“Linden!”

She slapped his hands.

The driver sat back in his seat. “Where to, ma’am?” the young man inquired.

“The Jade Mountain Resort,” Shay stated quickly.

“There’s a hundred dollar tip if you get us there in fifteen minutes,” Linden said. His left hand palmed Shay’s right breast.

“Yes, sir.
I’ll have you there in a snap!”

The taxi driver pulled onto the road. From his rear view mirror he watched the pretty woman constantly slapped at the white man’s wandering hands. He chuckled to himself, knowing what was going on.

Twenty minutes later, Shay guided a staggering Linden into the bedroom. He fell across the bed.

“Shit, those Piton beers are pretty potent,” he said, before passing out cold.

Shay removed his shoes and slid the blanket over him.

“Yeah, pretty potent, I say.” Shay was heated in more ways than one. She looked down at a snoring Linden. “I guess I’ll be showering, alone.”

§

That night, they returned to The Pulse Club where they first met and danced—if what they did could be called that. Instead of going to the dance floor, Shay climbed on top of Linden and gave him a lap dance—right in his seat.

“What are you doing?” he hissed.

Linden looked to the right and left of him because Shay’s body blocked his front view. He noticed everyone’s eyes were now glued to them, and they were the center of attention.

Anita Baker’s song, “Sweet Love,” played in the background.

Shay threaded her fingers through his hair, knowing that would drive him wild. She gyrated her body against Linden’s, rocking and grinding her pulsating core closer to his, in perfects synch with the music. The tent in the seam of his pants couldn’t be missed as Shay brushed against it. It throbbed against her dewy crotch, and she wrapped her legs encircling them.

“Shay, don’t do this—not
here!
” He groaned, watching their
captive
audience.

He took deep breaths. Perspiration beaded his face, and mopped his sweaty forehead.

After another series of gyrations against him, Linden’s dick was hard as a rock. He couldn’t take it any longer. He was ready to blow!

“
Oooh
!”
She cried out suddenly.

Shay tried to suppress her giggles when Linden removed her legs from around his trembling body.

He tossed her over his left shoulder, and marched toward the entrance of the club. Pressing his way through the throng of people, Linden noticed several of the men’s eyes bulging. Their tongues hung out of their mouth. They salivated as if Shay
were
dessert—she was his dessert. Linden had no intention of fighting his way out of that club. No other man but him would taste her body.

§

The second they entered the bedroom, Linden backed Shay against the wall. His fingers ripped at her lace thong, and his pants in his lustful need to get inside of her. He still pulsated from the lap dance she had given him at The Pulse Club. He didn’t know how he was able to restrain himself. He was seconds away from spilling his seed—right there in that club. In retaliation, he most certainly was going to get his right now.

“Linden…the bed, babe.
Wouldn’t the bed be more comfortable?” She cried out in pleasure, hitching her legs around his waist.

“No bed.” Linden bit her ear. “Right here—right now, Shay!”

He took her there, right against the wall. The piston-driving strength of his body possessed hers. Giving back as well as she got, Shay arched to meet his thrusts.

Their eyes locked. There was an unspoken challenge in the depths of Linden’s violet eyes.