Page 35 of Last Ticket to Paradise

Chest heaving, he knelt next to the low cot, looking very much like Lokin, the Palarosa god. He growled, “I can’t wait. I wanted you the minute I saw you.”

Georgette yanked down his shorts, and he stood up to kick them off. As they fell to the floor, something clunked on the polished wood.

Georgette shifted her eyes from Jake’s gorgeous body and eager erection to the shimmering bauble spilling out of his pocket. Her brows shot up. The blood pounded in her ears.

Jamie’s topaz and diamond necklace winked at her.

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With Georgette’s sweetness staining his lips, Jake knelt before her again and tilted her chin up to take possession of her mouth, but her lips formed a tight line. He swept the tip of his tongue along the crease.

Her body stiffened in his arms. Oh God, she can’t pull back now. His need raged in his loins, and he nudged his cock against her belly to remind her how much he desired her.

She placed her palms against his chest, her nails digging into his flesh. “Stop.”

He groaned and cupped her face in his hands. Was she concerned about someone hearing her scream again? He intended to make her scream again and again. “Georgette, if you’re worried about...”

Her eyes darkened and shimmered, shooting sparks. Passion glowed from their depths, but not the passion of desire. His stomach dropped. She thought he’d taken advantage of her. “I-I’m sorry I misunderstood. We can continue this at my place...if you want or not at all.”

“What did you do to my sister?” She grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her glistening body.

His mouth dropped open. Was she insane? Or was he? What looking glass did he just tumble through?

She pointed to the floor. “Where did you get that necklace?”

His stomach clenched as he spied the sparkling topaz and diamond necklace snaking from the pocket of his shorts onto the floor. Georgette had just confirmed his worst fear. “This is what I came to ask you about. Does that belong to your sister?”

Her jaw tightened and her eyes glittered. “You know it does. You gave it to her.”

He rocked back on his heels, his cock still hard and throbbing between his legs. “I didn’t give her that necklace, but I knew it came from one of the shops at the resort.”

She rolled off the low cot and snagged her robe from the hook on the wall. “What happened? Did you demand she give it back when she hooked up with Jean-Claude? Are you carrying it around with you in hopes of buying her back when she returns?”

He shook his head to clear it as his hot desire mingled with the strands of confusion wending their way through his brain. “I didn’t give her the necklace.”

She towered over him, wrapped in the white terry cloth robe, still looking like goddess but one bent on wrath. He was still on his knees, completely naked, completely aroused.

He grabbed his shorts, sweeping the necklace up in his fist. He pulled his shorts on and faced Georgette across the cot.

She shoved her hands in the deep pockets of the robe. “So, Jean-Claude bought her the necklace, and you...what? Snatched it from her during an argument? Or did she give you one for old times’ sake and carelessly leave it in your bed before running off with Jean-Claude?”

He ground his teeth together. Was Georgette’s interest in him some sort of kinky game she played with her twin sister? Bed the same men and compare and contrast? “I don’t know what kind of weird fantasy you’re spinning in your head, but I hate to disappoint you. I never slept with your sister.”

She choked out, “Liar.”

“Did she tell you I did?” He held up his hands, the necklace dangling from his fingers.

“Gunther told me.”

“Gunther told you I slept with Jamie?”

“Yes.” Her bottom lip trembled, and she hugged herself.

“He’s mistaken. Jamie slept with a lot of men here at the resort, but I wasn’t one of them. I’m not in the habit of bedding my guests.”

She folded the robe even more tightly around her willowy frame, tilting her chin. “Aren’t you?”

He chewed on the inside of his cheek. Damn. Hadn’t he just jumped her in the middle of a massage? No wonder she thought the worst of him.

“Georgette, I’m telling you the truth. I didn’t sleep with your sister. I didn’t buy her this necklace. I have no idea where she is.”

Georgette’s lips softened, and she blinked her eyes several times. “Then where did you get the necklace?”

He released the bauble from his fist and held it out in front of him. It danced and shimmered between them.

“I found it at the Palarosa ritual rock.”

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