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“I’m sorry, you deserve better than that.” His voice was tense and low.

  “Don’t be, I enjoyed it.” My answer was honest and came out between heavy breaths. He turned me and looked into my eyes, searching my face for confirmation. I smiled and arched an eyebrow and was rewarded with a smile and laugh. He lowered his head and kissed me firmly on my lips before taking my hand and leading us out of the elevator.

  We arrived at a door and he opened it, leading me inside. The suite was beautiful, and five times the size of my room, but I noticed it wasn’t the penthouse. “I thought you and your friends were all staying together in the penthouse?”

  “We were. I moved to this room today so we would have privacy.” He made no attempt to hide his assumption.

  “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I teased as I walked to the glass wall leading to a large open balcony.

  He opened the door for me to go outside. “I knew what I wanted the minute I saw your face. I’m a man that gets what he wants, one way or another. I’ll give you that personal information for free.”

  I laughed at his answer, but somehow I knew his words were true. Jack was a man who knew what he wanted and got it. I looked out at the ocean. The view was breathtaking from the balcony and I could hear the ocean singing in the not too far distance. I took a deep breath and smelled the salt air mixed with flowers. I closed my eyes as I leaned against the railing, enjoying the sounds and the smell of the ocean air. Jack stood behind me. He placed one hand on each side of the railing around me and we stayed that way for long moments in silence.

  “Are you close with your family?” I felt his body tense and I immediately regretted asking the question. A long moment of silence passed before he answered my question.

  “Question number five. I don’t speak to my father and my mom passed away last year.”

  “I’m so sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say.

  “Thank you.” A long pause and then I was surprised when he continued. “When I was eighteen, my dad gave me a portion of my inheritance from my grandfather to see if I could manage money before releasing the balance of my trust fund to me. The trust fund gave my dad the authority to release the funds to me at any time after my eighteenth birthday, if he thought that I was capable of managing the responsibility. If he didn’t think I was responsible enough, I wasn’t to gain access until my twenty-fifth birthday. Two weeks after my birthday I caught him with a prostitute in his office. My mom had just been diagnosed with cancer and the asshole was so selfish that he couldn’t keep it in his pants to take care of his sick wife. He knew I wouldn’t hurt my mom in her condition by telling her, so he took advantage. After that, I caught him with at least three more prostitutes before I stopped speaking to him altogether, except when we were in front of my mother. The bastard made me keep his secrets for seven years while my mother underwent six rounds of chemotherapy and four different surgeries.”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond, but I was curious. My big mouth had taken us from bliss to bad memories in a span of fifteen minutes. “Did you have to wait until you were twenty-five for your trust fund?”

  He laughed. “Question number six. I partied for the first year and wasted a shitload of money. Then my father, being the upstanding pillar of the community that he thought he was, decided to run for senate. Apparently having 40,000 employees didn’t give him enough power, he needed to conquer the world.” Jack walked to a table between the lounge chair that had a bottle of wine chilling and two glasses.

  “So, I invested the money I had left into a business that I knew would embarrass him and hurt his chances of winning a campaign based on his pretend Christian morals.” He handed me a glass of wine and I watched as he tilted his own glass back and swallowed his wine in one large gulp. “The funny thing is, I didn’t need the trust fund after that. My business investment turned out to be very successful. But the bastard released the balance of the trust fund to me the same day that he withdrew from the senate race. I’m sure he was trying to send me a message that I had ruined his race, but I saw it as the last tear in the cloth that kept us bound together.”

  Wow. Jack had shared so much information about who he was and his life in only a few minutes, I wasn’t sure what to do with it. But it stirred something inside of me that this beautiful man was so honest with me about the hurt caused by his father. I turned to face him. His arms never left the railing, blocking me in. He watched intently as I brought my wine glass to my lips and tipped my head back to empty it, mimicking his actions from a few minutes ago.

  He took my glass and placed it down. Then he reached down and lifted me up and cradled me in his arms as he walked back inside where he gently laid me on the bed. I watched as he walked to the foot of the bed and slowly removed each of my sandals. His eyes never left mine.

  He trailed kisses along the arch of my foot, traveling up the inside of my calf. I was instantly reduced to a quivering mess of anticipation. He worked his tongue with skill over every part of my legs, gently alternating between nipping and sucking as he burned a path up my body. When he reached between my legs, he paused, taking his time to look at my most intimate area that was bared to him. His armed wrapped around my lower back and he raised my pelvis so that I had a clear line of vision to watch him. Every part of my body was on high alert, sensitive to every movement and desperate for more of his touch.

  He ran his tongue up and down my sex gently at first, then found my clit with a strong suck that drove me wild. My hands dug into his hair and I moaned without self-control. He responded to my sound ferociously, releasing my clit and plunging his tongue inside of me deeply.

  “Shit,” I groaned. I was going to cum from only thirty seconds of his mouth on me. I was close to the edge as he continued to plow his tongue in and out of me. He returned to my clit and sucked while swirling his tongue around in small counterclockwise circles. I felt his hand move from my thigh and two of his large fingers slipped easily inside my wetness. He pumped twice and I went flying over the edge in the most intense orgasm of my life. I had never had an orgasm outside of the plain old missionary position.

  I opened my eyes and looked down at him, my fingers still wrapped tightly in his dark brown hair. His eyes were on me and I felt slightly exposed coming down from my rollercoaster orgasm. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” His voice was raspy and his warm breath on my clit made my body tingle.

  I gave a small smile, feeling slightly embarrassed and vulnerable at the intensity at which his words were spoken.

  “Something that beautiful needs to be seen often,” he said before giving my clit one last twirl with his expert tongue. He slowly pulled himself up over my body, his tongue tasting me as he traveled upward. He reached my nipple and swirled it around gently until it was swollen and protruding. Then he bit down hard, sending a jolt of electricity down to my already swollen clit, a pleasurable feeling coming from somewhere on the border of pain.

  When I was panting loudly, he pulled me up to a sitting position and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it carelessly on the floor. He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed the rippled body that I had been pleasantly introduced to on the beach earlier. He raised himself to his knees between my open legs and tugged his pants down, revealing he was not wearing underwear either. It was the first time I got a glimpse of him naked, in all his glory. His cock was tremendous and stood firmly at attention, reaching all the way up to his belly button. My eyes trailed back up to his face and again I found him watching me as I looked him over.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, you may get locked in this room for a week.” His lips devoured mine in a possessive assault and I was breathless when he broke the kiss. He guided me back down to the bed, hovering over me as my body took his weight. At that moment, I couldn’t think of anything in the world except how badly I wanted him inside of me.

  He grasped both of my hands and held them firmly above my head with one of his large hands. His other h
and gently caressed my face. I was at his mercy and loved every minute of it. He watched me intently as he positioned himself and then slowly he tilted his hips and entered me halfway.

  He growled. “You’re so tight, you okay?”

  I shook my head, unable to form words. He rocked his hips back and forth a few times to open my tunnel, always keeping his eyes locked to mine. When I relaxed and a low moan rose from my throat, I watched as his face changed and he began to lose his control. I pulled one of my hands free from his grip and dug my nails into his back as I pulled him closer to me, wanting him to give me more. He couldn’t hold back anymore either. His lips pummeled mine and his tongue invaded my mouth as he slammed his full length into me. He was buried deep inside of me and I was teetering on a fine line between pleasure and pain.

  He rocked into me over and over, his heavy balls slapping into my ass. When my body sufficiently loosened to accommodate his wide girth, I tilted my hips up to give him more access. Two more thrusts and I rode over the edge again in a blissful orgasm. I moaned through the ferocious waves of pleasure and it was his undoing. He growled as he thrust into me a few last times, before emptying himself into me.

  He took a harsh breath and released my hand from his death grip above my head. “Fuck, Syd, I have no self control around you. Sex is usually only a release of energy for me—when it’s over, I’m done—but every time I touch you I only want you more.” His gaze was serious.

  Yet again I should probably have been insulted at his words. I may not have had many partners, but I knew enough to know that pillow talk about your sex life with other people was a big fat no-no. But for some reason, his words warmed me. “And I just had my first orgasm without intercourse, so I guess we both might be addicted now.” I smiled and blushed at my own words.

  Jack raised both his eyebrows in surprise and smiled down at me, shaking his head in amusement.

  We stayed in bed the rest of the night, holding each other, our legs still tangled when we awoke the next morning. I raised my eyes to look at him and was surprised to find him awake and watching me. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He gently stroked my hair as he spoke.

  “Good morning. How long have you been awake?”

  “A few hours.”

  I rose and looked at him in disbelief. “A few hours, what time did you get up?”

  “Six.”

  “Do you always get up that early?” Looking down at him, my face told him that I found it insane that anyone would get up that early when they didn’t have to.

  “Question number seven.” He smiled. “Yes. I’m up and out for a run by 5am usually. You should be grateful that I didn’t wake you and demand you go with me for a quick ten miles.”

  “I’m not sure what is more disturbing to me in that answer, the fact that you think a ten mile run is quick or that you think you could demand I go with you.”

  He grinned and looked at me like I had just offered him a challenge. “There are a lot of things that I plan to demand from you, babe. And you’re going to do them all for me.”

  “Is that so?” I did my best to sound insulted, but the truth was that I was excited at the thought of him demanding anything from me inside the bedroom.

  He flipped me onto my back and kissed me passionately. His tongue stroked the inside of my mouth and I bit his bottom lip fiercely. Within a minute, we were both panting and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to tempt him into giving me more, but he flipped us over and suddenly I was on top.

  The way he looked at me made me feel sexy and uninhibited as I sat up, straddling him on both sides of his muscled thighs. I lifted up to allow his thick cock the space it needed to enter me and then I hovered over him, his wide head sitting at my entrance. He grabbed my waist and held me in place, looking in my eyes. “Slow,” he commanded.

  I held his eyes the entire time I slowly lowered myself down the entire length of his large shaft. I circled my hips, taking him all in, and allowed my eyes to close and my head to drop back as he filled me completely.

  “Fuck, Syd,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’m going to cum. I can’t watch you and hold back when you look like that.”

  His words excited me. I became so wet that I easily slid up and down his cock as I began to ride him. My pace quickened as I felt my own orgasm build, and he gripped my waist to take control of my movements. He needed me to go slow to maintain control, and I need to go faster to lose mine. I ground down on him as hard as I could, desperate to get the friction I needed.

  “Slow.” He growled again in an authoritative voice that was desperate to regain the control. One hand released my hip and found my clit, giving me what I needed as he pushed me over the edge. I slowed and let it take over me as it pulsed through my body. “Look at me.” Jack held my eyes locked to his and watched as the orgasm ripped through me. I would normally close my eyes, but the way he looked at me with such possessive need made me cum harder than I ever had in my life.

  “Fuck,” he roared as he thrust his hips up, his arms back at my waist controlling my thrusts in time to meet his with each hard pound down. I wanted to watch his orgasm rip through him, almost as much as I needed mine to take over me. His already tight body went rock hard as he pumped twice more and came inside of me with a growl.

  I collapsed on top of him and he stroked my damp hair as we both struggled to regain our breath. “You do things to me, Syd,” he said quietly.

  I smiled. Such an easy one. “I like to do things to you.”

  We both laughed and eventually he dragged me out of bed and into the shower.

  “I better call Sienna so she doesn’t worry.” I was dressed in only a towel after our shower.

  “She isn’t worried; she is expecting us in half an hour.” He handed me a Heston Hotels t-shirt and shorts. I looked at him, confused, but he didn’t seem to notice. “The hotel shops aren’t open yet and it was all I could get the concierge to find this morning.”

  “Thank you.” I slipped the t-shirt on over my head and let the towel drop to the floor. “Why is Sienna expecting us?”

  “I made plans with Tyler. We are taking you ladies to the other side of the island for surfing lessons.”

  I squealed with excitement and jumped up and down. His mouth twitched and he laughed.

  The bathroom in the suite was heavily stocked with some of the essentials I was missing, moisturizer, a toothbrush and a blow dryer. I did my morning routine as best as I could and blow dried my long hair. When I came out fifteen minutes later, Jack had a full breakfast delivered. “Hungry?”

  I smiled. “Question number five. Starving.”

  “That does not count as a personal question, babe. A personal question is how many partners have you had or how old were you when you lost your virginity.”

  “Okay then. Question number five. One, actually two now. And sixteen.”

  “That shouldn’t count either, I wasn’t asking the question … wait, what, did you say one?” His head snapped to look at me as I sipped my juice.

  “Yep, you are number two.” I could tell by his face that he was shocked at my answer. His reaction made me curious enough to cash in a question. “And how many partners have you had, Jack?”

  “Is that question number eight?”

  I nodded.

  “More than two?” His response was a question, as if to ask if that was going to be an acceptable answer.

  “I’m going to need a little more specific of an answer.” I smiled and waited, letting him squirm for a while. Even though I had only been with one man, it didn’t mean I was naïve. I knew that a man that looked the way he did would have ample opportunity.

  “I don’t have an exact count,” he said after considering his response.

  I found it adorable that he was afraid to give me an answer. “Ballpark, babe.”

  His eyes looked away from me. “Somewhere between 500 and 1,000?”

  I spit my juice all over the place. Holy. Shit. I knew he was handsome and it sound
ed like he was wealthy, but 500 to 1000, really? That wasn’t normal, was it? I made a mental note to ask Sienna about it. “That’s crazy, how do you have time for anything else?” I teased.

  He looked embarrassed and it made me feel badly for playing with him.

  “I’m teasing. I guess I’m a lucky woman then to have my rebound fling have such experience. I’ll be expecting to learn a lot of new tricks this week, playboy.”

  I saw him flinch, so I jumped up into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He wrapped his arms around my bottom to hold me in place. “You have no underwear on. If you don’t want me to fuck you on the serving cart and be late to meet your friend, you’d better jump down and eat quickly.”

  I kissed him on the cheek and smiled, letting him know that I wasn’t really upset. Then I jumped down and ate my breakfast because I was sure that Jack would make good on his word if I tempted him.

  Chapter Five

  The ride to the other end of the island was amazing. Jack rented an open air jeep and Sienna and I sang loudly along with most of the songs on the radio. The scenery was beautiful and we all laughed and enjoyed the ride. I found myself again thinking about how long it had been since I’d felt so carefree and happy.

  We arrived at the beach and went toward the beach hut to check in for our surf lessons. The guy working looked like he had just stepped out of a surfer magazine. He had long, sun-bleached hair, a dark tan and was wearing sunglasses secured with a lanyard around his head loosely. As we approached he came around the counter, smiling.

  “Jack, dude, long time no see.” He clasped Jack’s hand and pulled him into a one-armed guy hug.

  “Bones, how are you man? It’s been a while,” Jack responded.

  “All good, all good. Still taking it one wave at a time. I got the message you were coming down today to get some friends lessons so I had to stop down and check things out. You gonna catch some waves with me for old times’ sake while your friends get their school on?”