magnetism?
One more time, she thought as she let him pull her into the bedroom. One more time, and then she'd get her ass out of there.
After all, she rationalized as she let Drew peel off her tank top and run his tongue in tantalizing circles around her nipples, this was the one and only night they would ever share. Might as well make it last.
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Drew opened his eyes, squinting against the bright ray of sun shining into his face. He sat up, a little disoriented as he registered that it was after ten in the morning. That he was naked. And that he was alone.
Wendy had ditched him sometime in the night. A fact that filled him with an irrational level of irritation. And something else he might have called hurt if he were actually capable of being hurt by a woman. Annoyed.. That's all he felt. Wendy might have posed a bigger challenge than he was used to, Drew was still used to calling the shots, deciding the terms.
He stretched, frowning as his outstretched legs and arms hit the empty expanse next to him.
He pushed himself off the bed, feeling oddly cold despite the tropical temperatures as he padded to the bathroom. There was no reason to be pissed, he told himself as he drank down a glass of water. After all, it wasn't like he was into sleepovers in the first place.
Call him cold, but once he was finished fucking a woman, he was usually more than happy to bid her good night and head back to his own empty bed for a good night's sleep.
Alone.
But last night, after he'd gotten Wendy back to bed, fucking her long and slow and lazy this time, as he'd dozed off he was already entertaining fantasies of waking up next to her. Kissing her sleep-warm skin and sliding inside her hot, willing body before they were even fully awake.
Then lingering over breakfast, maybe a walk on the beach....
He shook his head to dislodge the thoughts. What the hell was this, an episode of The Bachelor?
Even so, just the thought of Wendy, the way she'd been last night, spread across his bed like a feast, then clinging to him, taking everything he had to give and demanding more, was enough to make his usual morning erection stretch to painful hardness.
No way he was making it through his workout with this thing. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature to as close to icy as you could get in the tropics, and dove in.
He stayed under the spray until he was shaking and every inch of him was covered with goosebumps, but his dick wouldn't go down past half mast. Finally he gave up, toweled himself off , pulled on his workout gear and headed for the gym.
An hour and a half later, the blood in his body redistributed thanks to a punishing workout, Drew emerged from his villa freshly showered and headed down to the main beach to see what the rest of the crew was up to.
There was a brunch buffet laid out on the pool deck next to the main restaurant, and Drew helped himself to a bagel and a cup of coffee as he did a quick scan of the tables. Though he told himself he wasn't looking for her, he couldn't quite stifle the pang of disappointment when he didn't see Wendy among any of the groups gathered around the tables.
He exchanged hellos with several of the other guests and took a moment to tell Chris's cousin, Carla, who was now the general manager of Holley Cay, how much he was enjoying his stay here.
"Thanks," she said with a dazzling smile and a slight flush. "I have an amazing staff who helps me." As she said it, her gaze wandered past his shoulder and her smile widened.
Drew turned to look, not surprised to see Sam O'Connell, who was not only Holley Cay's director of security but also Carla's fiancé.
Seeing the look they exchanged, Drew felt an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of his stomach. When was the last time a woman had looked at him like that? Had one ever?
He shook it off and excused himself to get another cup of coffee. Christ, what was wrong with him? Must be something in the water. Or the air. All the lovesick romantic
One more time, she thought as she let him pull her into the bedroom. One more time, and then she'd get her ass out of there.
After all, she rationalized as she let Drew peel off her tank top and run his tongue in tantalizing circles around her nipples, this was the one and only night they would ever share. Might as well make it last.
###
Drew opened his eyes, squinting against the bright ray of sun shining into his face. He sat up, a little disoriented as he registered that it was after ten in the morning. That he was naked. And that he was alone.
Wendy had ditched him sometime in the night. A fact that filled him with an irrational level of irritation. And something else he might have called hurt if he were actually capable of being hurt by a woman. Annoyed.. That's all he felt. Wendy might have posed a bigger challenge than he was used to, Drew was still used to calling the shots, deciding the terms.
He stretched, frowning as his outstretched legs and arms hit the empty expanse next to him.
He pushed himself off the bed, feeling oddly cold despite the tropical temperatures as he padded to the bathroom. There was no reason to be pissed, he told himself as he drank down a glass of water. After all, it wasn't like he was into sleepovers in the first place.
Call him cold, but once he was finished fucking a woman, he was usually more than happy to bid her good night and head back to his own empty bed for a good night's sleep.
Alone.
But last night, after he'd gotten Wendy back to bed, fucking her long and slow and lazy this time, as he'd dozed off he was already entertaining fantasies of waking up next to her. Kissing her sleep-warm skin and sliding inside her hot, willing body before they were even fully awake.
Then lingering over breakfast, maybe a walk on the beach....
He shook his head to dislodge the thoughts. What the hell was this, an episode of The Bachelor?
Even so, just the thought of Wendy, the way she'd been last night, spread across his bed like a feast, then clinging to him, taking everything he had to give and demanding more, was enough to make his usual morning erection stretch to painful hardness.
No way he was making it through his workout with this thing. He turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature to as close to icy as you could get in the tropics, and dove in.
He stayed under the spray until he was shaking and every inch of him was covered with goosebumps, but his dick wouldn't go down past half mast. Finally he gave up, toweled himself off , pulled on his workout gear and headed for the gym.
An hour and a half later, the blood in his body redistributed thanks to a punishing workout, Drew emerged from his villa freshly showered and headed down to the main beach to see what the rest of the crew was up to.
There was a brunch buffet laid out on the pool deck next to the main restaurant, and Drew helped himself to a bagel and a cup of coffee as he did a quick scan of the tables. Though he told himself he wasn't looking for her, he couldn't quite stifle the pang of disappointment when he didn't see Wendy among any of the groups gathered around the tables.
He exchanged hellos with several of the other guests and took a moment to tell Chris's cousin, Carla, who was now the general manager of Holley Cay, how much he was enjoying his stay here.
"Thanks," she said with a dazzling smile and a slight flush. "I have an amazing staff who helps me." As she said it, her gaze wandered past his shoulder and her smile widened.
Drew turned to look, not surprised to see Sam O'Connell, who was not only Holley Cay's director of security but also Carla's fiancé.
Seeing the look they exchanged, Drew felt an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of his stomach. When was the last time a woman had looked at him like that? Had one ever?
He shook it off and excused himself to get another cup of coffee. Christ, what was wrong with him? Must be something in the water. Or the air. All the lovesick romantic
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