Page 75 of Triple Threat

“Less provocative?” I asked, feigning innocence. “I work hard to have abs like this.”

“It’s not your abs,” she said.

“Too cocky?” I raised an eyebrow at her. She burst out a laugh and seemed like she wanted to catch it with her hand, clapping it over her mouth.

“Cocky!” She laughed, her face flushed red.

“Oh fine,” I said. “I do have a different pair of swim trunks, that are more modest, Miss Sense and Sensibility.” I changed, and it was much less entertaining than the conventional speedo. “Is this better?” I asked, modeling the tight-fitting blue swimmer’s trunks. I was much less bulgy, but still had my abs on display. This was acceptable, if less amusing.

“Thank you,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek. “We’ll have plenty of time for that, later.” She looked away, and I saw a hint of a blush on her cheeks.Was she being forward?My smile, for a second, was genuine.

The delight of places like St. Henri and the other tiny islands scattered across the ocean was that the outside world was not invited in. There were no skyscrapers, no urban sprawl, and until they had installed towers, there had been no phone service. I liked it better when communications had been limited to a handful of phones on the island, but there was a certain utility to my phone working again. The intrusion had been minimal, there were still no televisions in the rooms, no guest office at the hotel club. If you had to do anything approaching business, you had to leave the beach and the resort and go into ‘town’. The term was loose, and it was walking distance to almost any point on the tiny island.

You could spend hours on the beach and they could feel like minutes. If you did it right, a few hours on those sands, with the world forgotten, like some shit dream? Those hours could feel likedays.

That was what I wanted. I wanted the two days I would have with Shady to feel like weeks. The sun and the surf made the day slow to a crawl, and it took a little to settle into the doing nothing pace. The only things that had to happen was the rhythm of the waves lapping gently against the beach.

What would Roan do now?I pondered. He would hold her hand, and kiss her, and talk a lot about a lot of nothing. What was the history of the island, pirates who had come here, what countries and crowns had claimed it through its history?

Boring.

Somewhere between a Papa Doble and a few ginger and rum concoctions full of shaved ice, we found the perfect pace. The sun moved at a crawl, and Sadie had a perfect sheen. Glistening with bronzer and sweat, she looked like a delectable treat. I watched her breathing slowly, beads of sweat running down her sides, over her ribs.

I wanted to kiss her.

Is that what he would do?It is, he would. I rolled onto my side and kissed her on the collarbone. She made a soft noise and looked at me through half-closed eyes. I kissed again, and she tasted of salty sweat, the ocean breeze, and the undernote of coconut.

What would Roan do?He didn’t have a curt negotiation before swiping a credit card, he kissed, and did the foreplay game. That was the currency he used.

She moaned as I kissed her neck and shoulder and caressed her breast through the sheer fabric of the bathing suit. It didn’t take too much effort to get the top of her suit loose and her breasts exposed to the fiery kiss of the sun. Then I gave them my kisses.

This was actually fairly nice.

I pulled the suit lower, pressing my lips against her stomach, and then I felt her hand in my hair. “Are we alone?” she asked, tense beneath me.

“Yes, I made a group deal and the entire beach is ours for the day,” I said.“No one will see, and if they do? Fuck ‘em.”

“You are too much.” Her voice was soft on the end of her giggle. “That must have been expensive.”

“What’s the point of being rich if you can’t do things that are over the top? I mean, I didn’t buy the entire resort.”

“You could do that?” She sounded surprised. She shouldn’t have been.

“Well, we could buy an island, but not an island like this one, it’s not just expensive, it’s an independent country.”

“Is it?” she asked.

“I have no idea; I’ve never priced an island.” I tried to hold the sharpness out of my voice. Thankfully, she laughed again. She didn’t resist as I worked her out of the black suit, revealing hips and then the dark triangle between her legs. Once I had her peeled and nude, I went down on her.

This was unfamiliar territory. When I had my escorts, this wasn’t part of the program. Escorts knew what to do to get themselves ready. There was almost a stigma against going down, or even kissing. I tasted her. There was a savory musky note suddenly in the sweat and coconut. It was enticing and thrilling.

Were these the noises she made when Roan was going down on her?

I wanted to do better than he had.

I wanted her to scream.

That might take some practice, and more patience than I could manage. I pulled the trunks down around my thighs and mounted her. This was much better than the living room against the glass. She sighed as I entered her.

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