they will know what—"
"No one can see us," he breathed raggedly. "The hammock blocks the view from the yard." This disclosure came as he delved yet more vigorously.
"What?" Zanita stopped moving. "Why did you let me think… ?"
Tyber's fingers pressed into the curve of her hips, trying to get her to resume her exquisite movements. They were driving him wild. "It added to your sense of excitement and spontaneity. C'mon, baby…" His coaxing voice was husky.
Zanita's heel ground into the top of his foot.
"Ow!" He almost released her. Almost.
"I can't believe I fell for that!" She tried to squiggle away from him. He held her tight.
A dimple curved his cheek before he swiftly planted a short kiss on the curve of her shoulder. "Me either." He withdrew partway, only to thrust back very solidly.
Zanita moaned raggedly. "Tyber! This is not what we agreed! You created a false tension!"
"Uh-huh." He surged sharply once more.
"You're cheating! You can't cheat!" His next movement was so powerful that it caused her to invent a totally new pleasure sound.
"I'm not cheating, baby. I'm showing you that it's still great between us—even though it is expected of us." He bit her lip with a sexy, short tug.
Zanita's brow furrowed. It was really hard to think at the moment—but she was sure he was befuddling her again. Tyber was a premier befuddler. Since that first time he had shown her what true pleasure was, he had been befuddling her on a regular basis.
"Just because you have me at a disadvantage, don't think—"
"Disadvantage?" He placed the heel of his hand over her pubic bone and pressed in sharply. Every muscle in her body drew up in rapture.
He seized her mouth in a devastating kiss as his talent took them both to Nirvana. He poured into her, moaning against her lips.
Sagging weakly against him, Zanita tried to regain her breath. Tyber gently lowered her dress. Bending down, he rested his damp forehead against the back of her head.
"That was beautiful, Mrs. Evans." He watched her reflection in the glass as he carefully rearranged her dress.
Zanita stuck her tongue out at him.
He laughed; one of those slow, sexy pirate laughs of his.
She was not going to let him get away with this! There was a lot at stake here. Sure, he'd won the first round by shifting her focus—but that didn't prove anything. Geniuses were very tricky. "There are still four days left to the contest. I'm not Mrs. Evans yet."
He stroked his chin. "Four days, hmmmm? Well, I have more than four hundred years worth of excitement… just for you. Evans." He smacked her lips. Zanita wondered if she should worry.
Mrs.
"I can't wait to indulge myself in your savory buns, Todd!"
Tyber nearly choked on the pistachio-truffle puff he had just popped into his mouth.
Zanita obligingly patted his back as everyone stared with various degrees of interest at Todd's neighbor and guest, Mark Kevins. He was a handsome young man, in a surgically perfect way. They had all joined up in the parlor for pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres and drinks as the chef/owner had suggested. From what Zanita could gather, the two young men had known each other most of their lives. They both had grown up on the island. Recently, Todd had returned to the family home, continuing the Sparkling tradition of innkeeping.
Blooey was the first to speak after such an outre comment. "I've heard about them saucy buns. They're a bit famous hereabouts, Captain. Why, there's a rumor a big outfit wants a bite out of them."
This time Tyber did choke.
Mark put his hands on his hips. Indignantly. "They can just get in line!"
"Yes, we all can't wait, Todd." Calendula Brite smiled at Mark. He had been her assistant for a number of years, and she treated him like a fair-haired child. Mark, in turn, idolized her. When he'd heard that Todd was having problems at the inn, he'd called in his friend and mentor, Calendula Brite.
Tyber glanced over at the parapsychologist. At first inspection, she was not
"No one can see us," he breathed raggedly. "The hammock blocks the view from the yard." This disclosure came as he delved yet more vigorously.
"What?" Zanita stopped moving. "Why did you let me think… ?"
Tyber's fingers pressed into the curve of her hips, trying to get her to resume her exquisite movements. They were driving him wild. "It added to your sense of excitement and spontaneity. C'mon, baby…" His coaxing voice was husky.
Zanita's heel ground into the top of his foot.
"Ow!" He almost released her. Almost.
"I can't believe I fell for that!" She tried to squiggle away from him. He held her tight.
A dimple curved his cheek before he swiftly planted a short kiss on the curve of her shoulder. "Me either." He withdrew partway, only to thrust back very solidly.
Zanita moaned raggedly. "Tyber! This is not what we agreed! You created a false tension!"
"Uh-huh." He surged sharply once more.
"You're cheating! You can't cheat!" His next movement was so powerful that it caused her to invent a totally new pleasure sound.
"I'm not cheating, baby. I'm showing you that it's still great between us—even though it is expected of us." He bit her lip with a sexy, short tug.
Zanita's brow furrowed. It was really hard to think at the moment—but she was sure he was befuddling her again. Tyber was a premier befuddler. Since that first time he had shown her what true pleasure was, he had been befuddling her on a regular basis.
"Just because you have me at a disadvantage, don't think—"
"Disadvantage?" He placed the heel of his hand over her pubic bone and pressed in sharply. Every muscle in her body drew up in rapture.
He seized her mouth in a devastating kiss as his talent took them both to Nirvana. He poured into her, moaning against her lips.
Sagging weakly against him, Zanita tried to regain her breath. Tyber gently lowered her dress. Bending down, he rested his damp forehead against the back of her head.
"That was beautiful, Mrs. Evans." He watched her reflection in the glass as he carefully rearranged her dress.
Zanita stuck her tongue out at him.
He laughed; one of those slow, sexy pirate laughs of his.
She was not going to let him get away with this! There was a lot at stake here. Sure, he'd won the first round by shifting her focus—but that didn't prove anything. Geniuses were very tricky. "There are still four days left to the contest. I'm not Mrs. Evans yet."
He stroked his chin. "Four days, hmmmm? Well, I have more than four hundred years worth of excitement… just for you. Evans." He smacked her lips. Zanita wondered if she should worry.
Mrs.
"I can't wait to indulge myself in your savory buns, Todd!"
Tyber nearly choked on the pistachio-truffle puff he had just popped into his mouth.
Zanita obligingly patted his back as everyone stared with various degrees of interest at Todd's neighbor and guest, Mark Kevins. He was a handsome young man, in a surgically perfect way. They had all joined up in the parlor for pre-dinner hors d'oeuvres and drinks as the chef/owner had suggested. From what Zanita could gather, the two young men had known each other most of their lives. They both had grown up on the island. Recently, Todd had returned to the family home, continuing the Sparkling tradition of innkeeping.
Blooey was the first to speak after such an outre comment. "I've heard about them saucy buns. They're a bit famous hereabouts, Captain. Why, there's a rumor a big outfit wants a bite out of them."
This time Tyber did choke.
Mark put his hands on his hips. Indignantly. "They can just get in line!"
"Yes, we all can't wait, Todd." Calendula Brite smiled at Mark. He had been her assistant for a number of years, and she treated him like a fair-haired child. Mark, in turn, idolized her. When he'd heard that Todd was having problems at the inn, he'd called in his friend and mentor, Calendula Brite.
Tyber glanced over at the parapsychologist. At first inspection, she was not
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