Strictly Business [Stud Service 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) (17 page)

“They gettin’ ready for the big boat race this weekend. Yeah, it’s the national sport out here,” he said before getting a steamed lobster out of the warming oven.

“Oh.”

She was surprised boat racing was such a big deal on such a small island, but it made sense. These islands were a haven for the rich and powerful.

Of course, they were going to bring their toys with them.

He handed her the steamed lobster tail in a paper box and she took it from his hands.

“Enjoy the races, miss. You can’t get a better seat than right here on this here beach.”

She grabbed a few extra napkins and said thank you before finding a spot to relax in the sun.

She watched in pure fascination as the workers on the harbor moved boats in and out of tiny spaces and prepared the massive racing boats for the upcoming races.

Susannah took her first bite of lobster and moaned in pleasure. This day was turning out to be very good indeed.

She only wished she had a special someone to spend it with. Someone like Colt. They had only been apart for a few hours, but she already missed him.

She knew she was treading on dangerous grounds. The more time she spent with him, the more her heart wanted him as much as her body lusted after him.

Love was just around the corner, and she couldn’t afford to get attached to a man she had to leave for six months. She just couldn’t hurt like that.
 

When she returned, Colt was ready to spend the afternoon with her, but it seemed the island doubled in population. The tourists were on every corner, and Susannah just wasn’t into large crowds.

Colt agreed to take her sailing. Since most of the boats were in the harbor preparing for the races or practicing maneuvers close to shore, they had a lot of privacy once they got out of the harbor. Hardly anyone else was in the open sea.

“Do you collect boats?”

Colt shrugged at her offhand remark. “Not really, but when I see something I like I get it.”

“I was just thinking you would have taken me out on the same boat we went out on the other day, but this one is completely different.”

“I like sailboats as much as yachts, but this should give us a lot more privacy. No captain. No crew. Just you, me, and the ocean.” He smiled, and she felt a happy glow come from her insides.

He didn’t have to do anything to make her happy but spend time with her, and it helped that he was sexy as hell.

She looked over the side rail trying not to stare at him, but she slid a glance beneath the rim of her sunglasses at his well-toned and tanned body.

Colt stood at the captain’s wheel. His legs spread before the captain’s wheel on the deck. His bare chest had a dapple of manly hair on his chest and a darker line of hair began at his navel and led down into his shorts. This was the first time Susannah had seen him outside of a business suit, but his body was impressive—powerfully male—and it was evident he spent quite a bit of his free time outdoors. His bronzed skin and golden highlights in his hair had been kissed by the sun. He looked at home in his swim trunks and flip-flops as he did on land in his tailored suits. He could make anything look good.

Her mind drifted, imagining Colt nude. He was a stallion. Nothing could make him any sexier except maybe a cowboy hat and a pair of boots. Imagining him in nothing but boots and a cowboy hat made her mouth go dry.

She always had a thing for cowboys.

“Thanks for helping me out today, Colt.”

“No problem.” His answering smile was warm, his white teeth in sharp contrast to his dark skin.

God, why did she always feel this geeky when she was trying to flirt? Why couldn’t she just go up to a guy and tell him what she wanted? She imagined he would laugh at her if she told him, “Come on—you, me—let’s do it. Right here. Right now.”

She nearly laughed aloud but instead bit the inside of her cheek trying to contain some of her nervous energy.

She leaned against the metal railing, trying to keep her voice from shaking as she began her proposition. “Do you ever take risks, Colt? Or do you plan every moment of your life?”

“I take risks. You have to in order to make money.”

“But in your personal life—you always like to be in such control. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to just lose control for once and let go?”

“I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs, and it’s because I don’t like not being in control of myself.”

She cleared her throat and then looked out into the ocean. They were only a few hundred yards from a secluded island with a white-sand beach. Not big enough to be habitable, it called to her to be explored. “Do you think anyone would notice if we—ummm—took time for a little break and skinny-dipped?”

“Susie, you have this naughty side to you that I love.”

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“We have our suits, but I could drop anchor and no one would see us if you really want to.”

“Only if you are interested.” She unsnapped the back of her bikini and let the top fall limp, barely covering her full round breasts.

“Oh, I’m interested.” He nearly growled at her, telling her he would enjoy doing a little more than swimming. It took him a few minutes to lower the sail, and drop anchor. His muscles rippled on his chest and back as he did so, and the view made her hot.

Susan waited for him to see her remove the rest of her bikini so he could get a full view of her peaked nipples, her bouncing breasts, and as she removed her bikini bottom, the smooth, just-shaved pussy.

“Catch me if you can,” Susannah cried out before diving in.

Colt kicked off his shorts and dove in after her. His body entered the water without a splash, and he moved through the water effortlessly.

She felt his body slide up next to hers, and she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

“This is amazing.” She wrapped her legs around his and felt the power of his cock lodge firmly between her thighs.

“Yeah, I could get used to this.” His lapis eyes lit up with desire. His hands smoothed over her body, lighting a wet trail of fire down her chest. He cupped her breasts in his hand, and she moaned. He treaded water for both of them, but she tried to float to make it easier.

“Me, too.”

“The last time I did this, I was just a teenager.”

“Oh, yeah? You were too young to really have any fun then.” She arched one delicate eyebrow.

“It wouldn’t have stopped me, but the girls I was with stole my clothes.”

“Oh, that’s no fun.” She laughed out loud.

“No, but I learned my lesson after that.”

“And what lesson would that be?”

“Girls don’t play fair, and neither should I.” He reached for her breast and gave it a playful squeeze.

“I always play by the rules. How about we play a new game?”

“Not when I was just getting used to this one. I like this game just the way it is.”

“You’ll like the new one a whole lot better, I promise you.”

“Then what are the rules?”

“Rules? There are no rules. If you can catch me, you can do anything you want to.”

“Anything?” he repeated.

Her breath was now coming in heavy, ragged gasps. “Everything.”

“And exactly when does this game of yours start?” he asked cynically.

“Right now.” She escaped his embrace and adeptly swam a few yards from him. “Catch me if you can, tiger!”

“It’s not if—but when.” His voice was deep and filled with an unspoken lust that sent chills straight through her spine.

She didn’t wait for him, lashing out toward the shoreline. He followed closely, matching her speed with his strength, splashing and kicking up waves as they plowed through the water. It was not even a hundred yards to the shore, and she made record time, swimming through the breakers to reach the beach and not stopping until her feet could touch the sand. Then she ran. She wanted to be caught—to feel this powerful man’s body atop hers, but she wanted it on her terms.

She felt both wild and free.

He caught her and pushed her to the ground.

She was elated to feel the weight of his body press against hers. She’d never done this risqué kind of thing before.

Sex on the beach.

She wanted nothing more than to be fucked by Colt. She wanted to be tamed by his hands. Her full breasts heaved against his chest. Her pink nipples puckered tightly, and her body burned to be set free.

She wanted to beg him to love her, but instead she said, “Tell me what you want from me.”

A teasing smile graced his pink lips before he kissed her. “Everything.”

“Then fuck me like you mean it, Colt.” She felt his
cock
grow harder, and she bucked against him, aching to be filled by his thick cock. He slid a knee between her legs, and when she felt him hesitate with the tip of his cock against her pussy she urged him on. “Do it.”

She arched up as he slid his hard dick into her, their wet bodies slipped against each other. She gasped feeling his dick hit the back of her womb.

A wild look possessed his eyes similar to a crazed animal. Primal. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she moaned in pure pleasure as his body possessed hers.

He filled her. Completed her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and their bodies became one. She matched his thrusts with a pelvic push of her own, inching as close as she could to him.

The pressure built inside, and Susannah yearned for release. Her voice sounded petulant as she begged him over and over again, “Fuck me! Oh, just like that. I need you, baby.”

He crooned to her, “Say it again, but this time use my name.”

He looked desperate to hear his name, and Susannah adored his passion. Her hand touched his face and she said it. “Colt, I need you!”

He growled as he thrust into her, impassioned. The intensity was overwhelming, and it hit all the right spots. The waves of passion exploded, and she crested into a new awareness as he released his hot seed into her body.

Finally.

Her seduction worked. Colt finally cracked and had unprotected sex with her. He trusted her enough to make love to her and possibly make a baby with her. She knew he wouldn’t stay with her forever but she could remember him and their blissful affair with a baby if she was lucky.

No protection meant it was possible to get pregnant.

She smiled as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her skin. She was in a dreamy state of half awareness when she thought she heard his half-whispered and mumbled words. “I love you.”

Suddenly alert and on the defense, she asked, “What did you say?”

Her body tensed under his, and he seemed to question her eyes with his. He propped himself up on his elbows, still cock-deep inside of her. “Thank you, Susannah.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Disappointment hit her like a ton of bricks. Colt Vance would never say I love you to a girl like her and especially not after a few lovemaking sessions. She tried to smile despite the hurt she felt.

It was her imagination and her desire to be loved by him. Not anything he actually did or said.

“Should we wash off the sand?” He pulled out of her, and she felt oddly empty without him filling her.

“Okay, but what if I was ready for seconds?” She took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.

“There’s a bed on the boat. That has to be more comfortable than a beach.” He shrugged.

“I don’t mind either way. As long as I get to spend it with you.” She felt her cheeks flush.

The sand beneath her left a contour of her body as she got up. They walked hand in hand back to the water’s edge and waded until they were hip deep and began the swim back to the boat. They climbed aboard from the ladder at the back of the boat, and he led her to the private cabin at the front of the boat. She looked around her surroundings and nodded her approval. It wasn’t as plush or lavish as his yacht, but the bed would be quite comfortable.

“I don’t feel like I could ever get enough of you, Susannah. You are so damn sexy and beautiful.” His eyes flared with lust.

She blushed furiously under his intense gaze.

“Thank you. That’s the first time a man has said that.” She knew from the look in his eyes that he meant those words, and she beamed under his attentions. His hand glided across her flat stomach and rose to cup her breasts. An unconscious shiver left her body. “This is amazing!”

“What? The red-hot sex or me?” He laughed at her comment as she giggled. His head bent low to take her nipple in his mouth.

She gasped in shock. “I would have never done these things with anyone else.” A moan ripped from her mouth. “Sex on a plane. Sex on a beach.”

“Sex on a boat.”

She giggled under the featherlight touch of his wet tongue gliding along her skin. “Sex anywhere you want, Mr. Vance.”

“Sounds good to me.” He growled.

She shrieked in momentary surprise when he lifted her from the ground and carried her to the bed.