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  “You like my cock inside you, Mrs. Erikson?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.

  “Open your eyes.”

  They were half hooded and unfocused and dark with pleasure, and she opened them at my command.

  “I don’t want you to close your eyes,” I said, now fully seated inside her. I held myself there even though every fiber of my being wanted to pull back and plow into her until I collapsed on her fucking gorgeous tits. “I’m going to fuck you now, harder than you’ve ever been fucked. Don’t close your eyes.”

  All she seemed to manage was to stare up at me, so I leaned over and wrapped my hand around her throat, giving it a gentle squeeze.

  “Do you understand me, Mrs. Erikson?”

  She nodded.

  “Yes?” I squeezed the tiniest bit harder.

  “Yes.”

  With that one word, it was like a levee breaking. All self-control I held as some fictitious Swedish royal fuck boy disappeared, and I was just Noah who wanted, no, needed, to hear the girl below me scream.

  As I pushed deeper and deeper inside her, I held her eyes as best I could. Sweat dripped down my back and my thighs burned as I thrust faster and faster. Her breath came in high-pitched whimpers as she clutched the headboard with her bound hands above her head. The champagne from her body dripped down her quivering sides onto the torn dress as I pounded into her, her breasts bouncing wildly.

  “I’m close,” she groaned. “I’m so close.”

  I pulled her legs higher over my shoulders and changed the angle of my thrusts as I leaned over her. She screamed and threw her tied hands around my neck, pulling me closer to her glistening chest. My rhythm grew frantic as she yanked at my hair and bit at my lower lip.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” she gasped against my mouth, holding me tight. “I’m—”

  Her mouth fell open, and she looked up at me as I felt her clench around my cock. A few more thrusts in that tight pussy, and I came right after her, my lips a hair’s breadth from hers. My arms gave out, and I collapsed on top of her. Then there was only sweat and champagne between our hot skin.

  That was the only thing I ever wanted between us, sweat and champagne. Once I could move again, I’d lick it from every inch of her.

  Chapter 6

  Raegan

  * * *

  I awoke feeling little pinpricks against my back. I tried to roll over with a groan, only to discover there was an arm slung over my chest. I looked up at Noah, who was on his stomach. His face turned towards me and a strand of hair fell into his eye. Before I realized I was doing it, I tucked it gently behind his ear. Slipping his hand from where it was cupping my breast, I laid it on the tattered remains of my dress beneath me.

  Sitting up, I reached my arm behind me and felt for what had been digging into my skin. Turns out it was some beads from the back of my dress that Noah had ripped loose last night. The thought sent shivers down my spine, especially when I also happened to see Noah’s fine bare ass.

  Scolding myself under my breath, I carefully climbed out of bed trying not to disturb him and tiptoed across the marble floor to the bathroom. I managed to only look back at his naked form three times, and I considered that a win.

  Last night, when I’d left the car, I went straight up to my room. There I had stood alone, trying to tell myself I did the right thing by leaving Noah. That what we’d been doing was a game. A very fun game, but a game nonetheless. I was leaving for L.A. soon, and I needed to focus on my upcoming interview with Graton’s Gift Hospital in Denver, not some hot guy on an island. He was a dream that couldn’t last. The harder I tried to hold on to those last few moments of hazy sleep, the harder it was going to be to wake up. I knew that.

  Even as I’d been alone in my room, I knew I was going to go to him. I was going to walk across my room, unlock the door, and march straight to the elevators. Because I wanted the dream. I wanted that thrill, that carelessness, that passion. I wanted to lose myself, the way I’d once been able to do with Oliver. Even if it didn’t last, I wanted to experience everything Noah had in mind for us.

  I wanted to be Mrs. Erikson.

  But now I’d had my fun. And now it was over.

  I cleaned my face as best I could in Noah’s bathroom. It was time to get my mind straight.

  The problem was that my dress was absolutely shredded. I’d look more like Jane wandering out of the jungle than a woman wandering out of a dude’s room after a one-night stand.

  I eyed the hotel robe hanging from a hook in the bathroom. The resort had a spa, and I’d seen plenty of people walking around in robes. No one would know I was bare ass naked underneath. With no other option, I slipped on the robe and slipped out the door.

  This time, I didn’t glance back at his muscled ass, round and full and in the air, as I walked through the bedroom to the living room. The temptation would’ve been too strong for me. That was the only time I was going to fuck him.

  One and done. No more.

  I rode the private elevator down from his suite. My head flopped back against the wall, and I tried to push all the images from the night before out of my head.

  Noah standing naked in front of me for the first time. His huge cock in my lips, his strong hands wrapped around my wrists.

  Noah sucking champagne from my nipple.

  Noah tearing my dress. The thick, humid air hitting my single exposed breast. I felt so dirty, so raunchy, so possessed. I’d have done anything for him, standing there as I was with my tit out, my dress ruined.

  Noah’s eyes holding mine as my orgasm swept through me and I couldn’t even scream.

  He’d owned me. I was his, and his eyes told me that as I came. His eyes in awe of me, of my body, of my lips on his as he came seconds later. He’d owned me, but I’d owned him, too.

  I left the elevator thankful for the thick, plush robe, because anything lighter or thinner and everyone would see my hardening nipples. It certainly wasn’t cold in the Dominican Republic, so they’d all know I’d managed to turn myself on alone in an elevator. Classy.

  I made my way to the main lobby where I could catch an elevator to my room. As I did, I happened to look over at a poster on a stand in the corner of the lobby. I sighed as visions of Noah and I together once again ran through my head.

  Four days. I had four days left on my vacation.

  Did I really have to let Noah go? Couldn’t I wait until I left the Dominican Republic and truly returned to reality? People did it all the time. Vacation flings. Why couldn’t I?

  With one more glance at the poster, I bit my lip, hesitating. Then I said, “Fuck it.”

  When the elevator doors opened, I wasn’t there to step inside. Instead I was doing something very, very stupid. But something that nonetheless caused a smile to form on my face and excitement to sizzle through my blood.

  Four days. It was my deadline. And I was going to take advantage of every single second I could.

  Later, back in Noah’s room, I turned off the shower and slid open the fogged glass door only to find him leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, still buck ass naked. His cock twitched at the sight of my naked body.

  “Two things,” he said. “One, why didn’t you invite me to shower with you? And two, what the fuck is this?” He held up a neon fanny pack printed with palm trees and aqua dolphins.

  I grinned and reached for a towel to wrap around my body, noticing with satisfaction the disappointment that crossed his face.

  “One,” I answered, “considering the mess you made of the bed last night, I can’t imagine the damage you’d do to the shower with my ass pressed up against your cock under the hot water.” As I walked past him and returned to the bedroom, I let my fingers skim his inner thigh.

  “That’s not fair. It’s my shower. All you’d need to worry about was how loud you’d scream when I made you come.”

  Mmm. I was suddenly regretting not inviting him to shower with me. I shook my head to clear it
of its sudden Noah-is-sexy-as-fuck haze and focused on his second question.

  “And two,” I said, “how else are you going to carry your disposable camera, a tube of sunscreen, and a bag of nuts for a snack in case you get hungry later, Bub?”

  As I brushed my hair, I felt him press himself against me. His hands reached around for the knot of my towel. “Who’s Bub?” he whispered in my ear.

  The towel fell from my body. As I walked into the living room, I gave my ass a nice swing for his viewing pleasure, then slipped on the blue jean shorts I’d grabbed from my room before returning to Noah. I turned around to tease him with my naked chest as I sat on the back of the couch.

  “Bub is an accountant from Milwaukee who won a vacation to the Dominican Republic through a local radio show. He and his wife, Barbara, are going on a lovely horseback riding tour today, because Barbara always wanted to.”

  Noah groaned as he crossed the living room to me. “I give you royal treatment with a designer gown and a helicopter ride over the shoreline of the Dominican Republic and in return I get a fanny pack and a Midwestern accent? Do Bub and Barbara even fuck?”

  He straddled my legs and twisted my nipple even as he gave me pouty face.

  “Barbara loves to fuck.” I licked my finger and brought my other nipple to hardness. “In the dead of winter, when the snow’s piled up against the door, she loves to fuck in front of the little wood fireplace. And when she’s cooking dinner and Bub comes home from work, she likes to feed him stew from the stovetop and then fuck on the kitchen floor. And when Bub takes initiative to do the laundry, she likes to suck him off until he grabs her and fucks her on the rattling dryer.”

  Noah shifted his hips as his dick hardened against my shorts. “I guess I could be Bub,” he said, his voice sounding as if his throat was dry. He cupped my breasts and pressed them together, licking his lips before looking into my eyes. “And you’re Barbara?” he asked.

  “I’m Barbara, baby.”

  Noah slipped his hand inside the front of my jean shorts, but I grabbed his wrist.

  “You’d better deal with that in the shower,” I said, nodding to his erection, bobbing on my bare thigh. “The tour leaves in twenty minutes.”

  He circled the pad of his thumb around my nipple. “Are you sure it’s not twenty-five?”

  I slipped my hand down to cup his balls and his hips thrust into my touch. I squeezed them and grinned. “Twenty.”

  I slid off the back of the couch and turned my back to him so I could find my bikini top. Noah trudged to the bathroom.

  “You are a cruel, cruel woman,” he shouted over his shoulder. “A cruel, cruel woman, Barbara.”

  I laughed. “That’s for spending my scrapbooking money on a new duck caller.”

  I heard him groan and shout from the shower. “Erection is gone. Completely gone, Barb.”

  I chuckled and grabbed my straw tote. I started packing everything I thought we’d need: a pair of towels, sunscreen, apples, a bottle of tequila, a condom or two. The poor thing, I’ll have to make up for his blue balls soon, I thought with a grin.

  This fantasy wasn’t sexy. I knew that. The fanny pack Noah laid on the bed was the furthest thing from sexy, especially when compared to a chiffon gown and a silk bow tie wrapped around my wrists. I squirmed in my shorts at just the memory.

  No, it wasn’t sexy. But a quiet, kind couple from some small town appealed to me, because it was a life I’d never have.

  I imagined waking up next to my man. He’d give me a kiss on the forehead before getting ready for work. I’d make him coffee in the kitchen, and he’d hold my hand as we ate our toast together in contented silence. I’d call him hun and he’d call me babe. He’d kill spiders for me and I’d curse the Lions with him on Sundays. He’d clean the leaves from the gutters and I’d bring him hot apple cider, and not the type from the packet you can just buy from the grocery store.

  He'd lean my head on his shoulder when we were on the couch and wince at my cold toes when we were in bed and slip his hand in my back pocket when we were at our in-law’s.

  It would be a slow life, but it would be a life lived slowly together.

  “I look like a fucking god.”

  I glanced up and burst out laughing at the sight of Noah – wait no, this was definitely Bub. He was wearing every single thing I’d bought for him down at the hotel’s souvenir shop.

  A tank top printed with: ‘Sun’s Out, Guns Out’ and arrows to his biceps. His trunks had little cartoon suns wearing shades. I’d even found a wide-brimmed safari hat and lime green Crocs. That thick smear of sunscreen across his nose was all him, though.

  He tightened the hat string under his chin and looked me up and down, from my sandals up to my red triangle bikini and finally to my damp hair drying in a loose braid down my back.

  “Jesus, Barb, get it together.”

  I threw a pillow at him.

  We stepped out of his suite and he called the elevator and held his hand out to me. This was it. This was simple and quiet. It’s what I wanted to experience, if only for a day.

  As the elevators doors opened, Bub winked at me. “Let’s go ride some fucking horses, babe.”

  Chapter 7

  Noah

  * * *

  My dick was going to fall off. After this horseback riding trip, I’d be the guy with no dick—no dick and squished balls.

  For the tenth time in as many minutes, I grimaced while I adjusted my position in the saddle and sighed at how little relief it gave me.

  “How’s it going back there, Bub?” the tour guide in the front shouted over his shoulder.

  He rode easily on his horse, and I hated him for that. I don’t know, maybe he lost his dick a long time ago. I gave him a thumbs up, but when he turned his back, I flipped him the bird. Next to me, “Barb,” my hot wife from Milwaukee, laughed.

  “Something funny, honey?” I asked.

  “Not at all, dear.” Barb-Not-Barb gave me a bright smile. She looked like a mythical goddess on her white horse. Her hair, now dried from her shower, waved in the warm ocean breeze, and her tan legs straddling the horse looked sleek and powerful. She rode her mare with a natural ease and looked happy, which made all my suffering worth it.

  I guess the view wasn’t terrible since we were riding along the beach. Once we passed the section filled with umbrellas and loud music and Corona filled coolers, it was quite serene. Waves gently rolled in, splashing the horses’ legs with warm water. Other than the occasional quiet conversation or the sound of horses snorting (good god, did they have to blow their noses all the time?), it was entirely peaceful.

  If only my nuts weren’t fucking rubbed raw.

  “Great job, Barb,” the tour guide shouted back, his look lingering on her a tad too long for my taste. “You’re a natural.”

  She turned to me and pulled her shoulders back, clearly proud of herself.

  “He just wants to fuck you,” I grumbled.

  She guided her horse closer to mine and slipped her bare foot from the stirrup to run it playfully along my leg. “Baby,” she cooed with a grin.

  My horse snorted and shook his head. I don’t even know why they’d given me the reins. I had zero idea what to do with them. This horse would do whatever the fuck he wanted to do.

  My “wife” looked at me in concern. “You’re not having fun, are you?”

  I almost blurted out, “Hell no,” but the look on her face made me stop. She was enjoying this, and there was no way I’d rain on her parade. “Nah. This is great,” I said instead.

  She raised her eyebrow at my bullshit answer. Time to divert.

  “So Barb, are we going to the county fair this year?” I asked. That’s something people did in the Midwest, right?

  She stared at me in confusion.

  “Barb, honey,” I repeated, “are we going to the fair this year?”

  The light bulb went off in her head, and she smiled. “We’ll have to see what the dates are this year.” She shru
gged. “We told your mother we’d visit the lake for a couple of weeks over the summer. You know your mother.”

  I did. She obviously didn’t. But our little game made her smile, so it made me smile.

  “Can I finally get that jet ski this year?” I sent puppy dog eyes her way.

  “I’ll have to check the budget.” By her tone, she was immune to puppy dog eyes. “The roof needs to be re-shingled.”

  “I told you I’d do that.”

  “And I told you that you’ll break your neck.”

  I laughed. Thanks to my lime green Crocs, it took maneuvering before I managed to slip my foot from the stirrup without dropping a Croc. But when I stretched my leg to return her little footsie play, my horse freaked the fuck out.

  Well, actually, the horse just sort of sidestepped away from “Barb’s” horse, but I swear to god it seemed like the blasted thing reared the way those wild broncos in old western movies do, with the whole standing on hind legs thing.

  In two seconds, I found my ass in the sand and the horse standing over me, swishing its tail and chewing on its bit as if in victory.

  “Shit, Noah!”

  The golden hair of an angel suddenly blocked my clear view of bright blue skies. Then the angel was blocked by the ugly mug of the treacherous tour guide who wanted my lady.

  “I thought his name was Bub?” the tour guide said. The other tourists gathered around us in a concerned little circle.

  “Her lover’s name is Noah,” I grumbled, making my way up to a seated position. No way was I going to try to walk just yet—I could barely breathe, and considered that a plus.

  The crowd let loose a collective gasp, but the tour guide just looked at “Barb” with a light in his eyes, as if he now stood a chance at fucking her. She gave me a confused eyebrow raise, but stayed silent at my lie. Well, my half lie.