Page 2 of Hot Summer Nights

“Really?”

He chuckled and started for the hallway. “Couples come here for fantasies, right? Some like to take home the memories. That’s where I come in.”

It’s the heat. It has to be. Brooklyn licked her lips and met Channing’s eyes when she turned the corner into the bedroom. Smoky gray irises stared back at her, clearly aroused by the little movement her tongue made along her lips. To prove she wasn’t crazy, Brooklyn did it again and watched Channing swallow hard.

At least, I’m not the only one.

“I specialize in erotic art.” He grabbed his camera off the nightstand and pointed to the picture hanging over the bed. “That’s one of the thousands of pictures I’ve taken while on my three-month contract here.”

“So you don’t actually capture couples having sex. It’s more of a tease?” Brooklyn shifted slightly, reminding herself to keep breathing.

He grinned and checked the film. “Sometimes I do. It depends on the client. At Exotica Island, we cater to their wants and needs.”

For the millionth time in the last hour, Brooklyn’s mind landed straight in the gutter. “Every want or need?”

“All you have to do is ask.” He propped the camera on his hip. “What is it you need?”

Embolden, Brooklyn replied, “You.”

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Channing stood in the middle of bedroom with his cock hard as granite. One look into this nameless woman’s beautiful green eyes, and he was hard. It wasn’t part of his plan to fuck clients. Hell, he had women coming onto him day after day ready to give him a blowjob or anything else he wanted. He’d always declined.

That was until now. The white dress shirt she wore concealed her upper body, keeping her luscious breasts contained and out of sight. He figured she was a corporate type since the black pencil skirt covering her hips and thighs gave her the appearance of a lawyer when matched with the white shirt. With his career, he didn’t date, but nothing in his contract said he couldn’t have a little fun.

After all, she wanted him, and he sure as hell wanted her.

Channing set the camera on the dresser and closed the distance between them. He wanted to touch her, to slide a hand up her thigh and feel the warm skin beneath the drab suit. Instead, he cupped her cheeks and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. She smelled like coconut, her lips soft and warm against his. She opened her mouth to him, seeking to deepen the kiss. He wanted to take it slow, but her sweet little tongue grew impatient and slipped between his lips to tangle with his own.

Channing let her kiss him for all of five seconds before he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him, completely dominating her mouth with his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her hands through his hair. He didn’t care that he was kissing her like his life depended on it. All he cared was she eagerly kissed him back.

He cupped her ass, desperately seeking to feel bare skin. Thank God the skirt wasn’t as tight as it looked. He pushed it to her waist and sighed into her mouth when her bare ass filled his awaiting hands. Lord, help me.

“Oh, God.” Brooklyn broke the kiss with a moan and dropped her head back. “Touch me, Channing. Put your cock in me and fuck me until I scream.”

Channing chuckled, kissing her neck. Brooklyn was a wet dream come to life. How could he say no?

He parted her legs and lifted her in his arms. The bed was a few feet away, and Channing didn’t hesitate one second in taking her there. He laid her on the mattress then slipped his finger inside her. “Have you been this wet all day?”

She moaned. “No. You got me this wet.”

Channing withdrew his fingers, and undid the tie on his pants. “Spread your legs.”

After she obeyed, Channing brushed the tip of his cock against her, and they both groaned. Her pussy was hot as fire, and there was absolutely nothing stopping him from sinking deep inside. With a slow push forward, Channing completely filled her.

Time moved in slow motion for him. He felt like a horny teenage virgin who’d finally gotten a hot chick to give him the time of day, and he sure as hell couldn’t contain his excitement. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too fast and knew only a few more thrusts would bring him there.

He pulled out and thrust in again, while his sexy, nameless babe’s fingers dove between her thighs to fondle her clit. Channing gritted his teeth as his muscles instinctively clenched in near pleasure. Just looking down at her was a sight to behold, clothes in disarray, her expression close to ecstasy. Channing had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

She tightened around him, and the sensation made him close his eyes. Brooklyn was too much. Her sexy body, her sweet pussy—it was all too much.

“Oh, God, Channing!” Brooklyn’s orgasm provoked his own, and Channing’s reserve began to spin out of control.

He collapsed on top of her, stealing a kiss simply because he could. There was nothing like kissing a woman like Brooklyn, Channing realized. She tasted of cinnamon and woman, an intoxicating cocktail that went straight to his head. Her tongue tangoed with his, erotically dancing to their own tune as he explored her mouth.

“If you keep doing that, we’ll never leave this cottage.” Channing brushed her hair back and glanced down into her eyes.

“Who said I wanted to leave this cottage?” With a coy smile, she brushed her finger along his lip.

“What’s your name?”

“Brooklyn.” She glanced toward the clock and then pushed him off. “Since I’m new here, would you mind showing me around the island? That is what I was planning to do before we, uh, got sidetracked.”

She stood, pulling at her rumpled clothing and then chuckled, giving up on rearranging it. He watched her walk to the bathroom and close the door behind her before glancing down at his crotch. Simply the sound of her voice or one look in her eyes and his cock was at attention, ready to relive the moments he’d spent inside her. He’d had a taste of her, but a sample wouldn’t do. He wanted more.

If he was able to survive the weekend, it would be an act of God.

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