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reaction of bursting, pulsing pleasure catapulting through her. Every nerve ending seemed to contract then

explode in rapturous abandon. She moaned, riding the blissful waves of delight.

Finally, she slumped forward, gasping for air, and he hugged her close.

"Melissa, you are incredible."

He kissed her neck, then drew the vibrator from inside her. A moment later, his cock slipped free of her ass.

He released her wrists and turned her to face him, then drew her into his arms and kissed her deeply. The

warmth emanating from him filled her heart.

Ty held her against his body, amazed by the effect she had on him. Her warmth, her ultra sexy femininity, her

sweetness . . . he never wanted to let her go.

"Um . . . Ty. I'm getting a little stiff."

"Isn't that my line?"

She glanced up at him, her lips pursed.

"I bet the only thing you could get right now is a little stiff."

He chuckled. "Is that a chal enge?"

Her eyes widened and she shook her head, a small, tinkling laugh escaping her lips.

"Oh, no. Not at al . I would not question your male prowess." She smiled. "Not after that."

He laughed, then kissed her ear. He felt almost giddy, full of a joyful happiness that could only be explained by

being with this wonderful woman. Everything about her delighted him. Her sweetness. Her femininity. Her

stunning sensuality.

"I take it you enjoyed your time as my slave."

"It was . . . definitely interesting."

He kissed her. "Interesting? You had so many orgasms I lost count."

She grinned. "Me, too."

He hugged her again. He couldn't resist.

He realized he real y enjoyed being with her. She was funny and she'd shown an impressive willingness to

embrace new experiences. He remembered how apprehensive and inhibited she'd been when she arrived at the

resort, and now look at her. She had blossomed.

He released her, then tugged on his pants.

"I don't have any clothes," she pointed out.

He gazed at her, drinking in her gorgeous body. "Yes, and it suits you."

He picked up his shirt and she snatched it from him, laughing, then slipped it on.

"I guess this wil have to do."

She buttoned it up as she fol owed him to the door. He pul ed it open and they stepped into the empty hal way,

but a second later another door opened and a swarm of people pushed into the hal way. When they saw the

couple they cheered loudly.

Melissa's eyes widened and she clung to Ty's arm. Shane rushed forward and draped a blanket around her

shoulders, then tugged her away from Ty.

"What's going on?" she asked him.

Shane pointed into the second room. Ty glanced in with her and saw a large video screen with a view of the

dungeonlike room they'd just exited. Damn. He hadn't realized it was one of the viewing rooms.

"You mean, al these people were watching?" Shock laced her words.

Shane nodded.

Melissa's gaze, blazing with fury, locked with Ty's. He watched helplessly as her husband stole her away. Ty

wanted to drag her back into his arms and carry her up to his room, to make love to her again, then hold her in

his arms all night long. Maybe longer.

Damn it. He had never felt like this about a woman before. Why in hel did he have to start with another man's

wife?

Chapter 12

NUMBLY, MELISSA FOLLOWED SHANE AS HE GUIDED HER AWAY from the room where she'd just shared the

most incredible sex of her life . . . with Ty.

Melissa was shaking by the time Shane led her into their room and closed the door behind them, blocking out

this strange world of upside-down mores. Here, in this resort, it was okay to sleep with another person's spouse,

to have sex in front of a crowd of people—even to make love to a woman in front of a camera without telling

her. Like Ty had just done.

It was a strange place and it frightened Melissa. It was too far from what she considered normal. Yet here she

had found a part of herself that had been locked away for a long time. A part of her that reveled in this

newfound freedom.

A part that frightened her more than this resort and al the people in it.

She couldn't hide from herself. She couldn't walk away and forget. She was terrified that this hidden side of her

would no longer be silent. It would insist on freedom, and acknowledgment.

What would that mean when she returned to her normal life?

Shane stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. Shudders wracked her body.

"I didn't know . . . al those people . . . watching."

She sucked in a shaky breath, suppressing a sob. She had bared more than her body. Her wantonness had been

displayed to the world—or at least this world of lecherous sex addicts.

"It's okay, Liss."

She twirled around. "No, it's not. Don't you understand? Al those people saw me. Watched me have sex with

that man."

"No one judged you, Liss. Any of the other people here would have loved to be you . . . or him. What you two did

was sexy and exciting."

She shook her head back and forth, trying to shake away his words. Al she could think of were those people

focused on her, some of them probably masturbating while Ty . . . while he . . .

Oh God, Ty Adams had fucked her in public. And she'd begged him to do it!

"Liss, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Anger flared through her. "That's easy for you to say. You're happy to go off and fuck a bunch of women in front

of everyone without a second thought." Like on their first night here.

His brow furrowed. "Are you angry at me for fucking other women, or for doing it in public?"

"I . . ." Her anger deflated. She wasn't mad at Shane for being with other women, or for being open enough to do it in front of others.

She rested her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Her lips compressed into a tight line. "I don't understand, though. Why didn't you stop it?"

"You went with him of your own free wil . And you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself. Why would I stop

it?"

"But you know me. I would never . . . in front of other people . . ."

His eyebrows arched.

"And yet you volunteered to go up on stage and be part of the show."

"But I told them I didn't want to take part in any sexual activities."

"And then got tied to a mast, stripped naked, then auctioned off as a slave. Not once did you tel them to stop. If you had given any indication that you wanted out, they would not have forced you to continue."

She stared at him, her cheeks burning hot, aware of every breath she sucked into her lungs.

He clasped her shoulders in his big, warm hands. "Liss, I think you wanted to be out there. I think there's an

exhibitionist inside you begging to get out." He smiled warmly. "And I think it's great. Letting go of your

inhibitions and trying out new things is good for you."

"But . . ." She sucked in air so she could continue. "What if I can't go back to . . . being a good girl?"

He chuckled. "I hope you don't."

She frowned and thumped him on the shoulder.

"Liss, you're always a good girl. You follow all the rules and take your responsibilities seriously. You aren't about to toss everything aside and turn into a hedonist." His eyes twinkled as he grinned. "But I hope you continue to allow yourself to be a bad girl sometimes."

Confusion swirled through her. It was al too much too soon.

She shivered and Shane took her in his arms and held her close. She clung to him, losing herself in his embrace . .

. in the warmth of his friendship.

He led her to the shower, then unbuttoned the shirt she wore—Ty's shirt—and removed it from her body. He

ran the water until it was warm, stripped down, then drew her into the stall with him. After their shower, he

patted her dry, then slid her nightgown over her head. She slipped her arms into the sleeves, then lay down on

the bed. A moment later, he climbed in behind her and held her close.

Her confusion turned to numbness as she stared into the darkness. Minutes ticked away on the clock beside her

bed, then hours. And Shane held her, close and warm, his strength reminding her she was not alone.

She didn't know what she was becoming, how she was changing, but one thing helped her through the long

hours. Shane would always be there for her. He would accept her, no matter what she became. He was her best

friend. And that would never change.

Ty awoke to the classical melody of Suzanne's cell phone.

"Yeah, hel o?" Suzanne's sleepy voice turned businesslike. "You're kidding me. Where?" She glanced around.

"Yeah, send it to me."

She skittered out of bed and across the room to the computer. "Ty, I'm going to use your laptop, okay?"

"Sure. What's up?"

She tapped at the keyboard. "Give me a minute." She clicked the mouse, then clicked again.

She drew in a breath and exclaimed, "Oh, my God!"

Ty bolted upright. He strode to the screen and shock catapulted through him as he saw Melissa's face, contorted

in pleasure, her erotic moans surging through him, setting his hormones on fire.

"Melissa's in a viewing room?" Jealously raged through him at the thought of another man making love to her.

"She's in a viewing room, but not right now. This is from last night."

As if on cue, the picture zoomed out and he saw the man thrusting into Melissa. It took him a moment to

recognize the man as himself.

"I thought the video feed was live only. No recordings."

"That's right. The video is fed to the TVs around the resort and to many of the video viewing rooms we have, but

never recorded. Whoever took this recording not only took it il egal y, they've posted it on the Internet."

Suzanne grasped Ty's arm. "Ty, if this gets out, I'll be ruined. No one will risk coming here or to any of my clubs if they think their activities might be made public. Discretion is vital in this business."

The sight of Melissa, fully exposed on the screen, in full orgasm in his arms, sent his cock throbbing. But the

thought that others could be watching, men using this as a fantasy to masturbate to, set his blood boiling in a

different way.

His fists clenched. He would find out who did this and throttle the life from them. But first, he'd get this disaster

off the Internet as soon as possible.

Melissa sat cross-legged on the blanket and watched the seagulls gliding lazily overhead. A handful of guests sat

on colorful towels sprinkled across the wide, white beach. The waves washed softly along the sandy shore; the

steady pulse of the ocean was soothing.

No one stared at her. No one seemed to notice her at al . Not like she'd feared.

"Music?" Shane asked.

"Sure."

He pulled his MP3 player from the backpack along with a small speaker stand, then he set the unit into it. He

pushed a button and soft music began to play.

Shane opened the picnic basket and drew out containers. He opened several and handed her a croissant packed

ful of chicken salad. He popped the cork on a tal , green bottle then poured bubbly white wine into two plastic

wineglasses. The sandwich was delicious and the wine even more so. By the time she'd finished the last bite,

Shane had refilled her glass twice. She felt more relaxed than she had been the whole trip.

Maybe she had made too much of a fuss over what had happened last night. Although the thought of al those

people watching her making love—or rather, having sex—with Ty had mortified her when she'd first found out,

right now she didn't feel that way. Her thoughts slipped back to last night, to when Ty held her in his arms. She

thought about Ty's body tight against hers, his big cock deep inside her, and al she could think of was how much

she stil wanted him. She would do it again, she realized. Under the same circumstances.

Despite the people watching.

From deep inside her subconscious, a thought curled through her, surfacing as an astonishing certainty that the

people watching would not just be endurable, they would be desirable. Knowing people—strangers—had

watched them actual y made it more exciting.

Was Shane right? Did she enjoy being an exhibitionist? Or, rather, would she if she allowed herself to be?

She glanced around the beach and noticed several of the men had shed their bathing suits, and one or two

women had bared their breasts. It reminded her of last night and how her clothes had been stripped from her

body. Her skin flushed at the thought of the audience gazing at her naked body.

She glanced around to see Shane watching her intently.

"If this is making you uncomfortable, we can go back to the room," he said.

She smiled and shook her head. Shane was so sweet. He'd brought her out here, where there weren't many

people, so the two of them could enjoy the afternoon without her feeling she was a spectacle.

"It's fine. I'm getting used to the nudity and . . ." She glanced at a naked couple sitting on beach towels several yards away and noticed the man's hand stroke over the woman's breast. ". . . the public displays of affection."

Everyone here seemed so free and relaxed, with an easy acceptance of each other. Melissa actual y found it

quite appealing.

She wanted others to accept her like that. She wanted to accept herself like that.

If that's what she real y wanted, this resort was the perfect place to take the first step.

She smiled and reached behind her, unfastening the hook of her bikini top. A mischievous smile curled her lips

as she locked gazes with Shane. His gaze dropped to her chest as she drew the slim strap of her bikini halter top