Page 37 of Last Ticket to Paradise

“You. Everyone heard you.”

Lifting her shoulders, she said, “Whatever.”

He bent over and picked up his shirt. “It’ll never work. You’re not...”

“Flirtatious enough? Sexy enough? I can be. I watched the best in action.”

He shrugged into his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and grabbed her. “You’re sexy enough for me.”

His lips caressed hers, and that slow simmer in her belly threatened to bubble over and cascade through her body, taking her senses along for the ride.

She clasped her hands behind his neck, arching her body into his, grinding against his fast-building erection. She toyed with his tongue before dragging her lips down his throat and nibbling on a brown nipple.

Then she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and pushed him back. “Sorry, big boy, there are lots of fish in the sea.”

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Behind his dark sunglasses, Jake studied the leggy brunette with the lush, pouting lips as she tossed a bottle of sunscreen to one of the men lounging around the pool. She sank to the patio in front of the man and curled her long, golden legs beneath her.

The lucky guy squirted the lotion into his hands and rubbed her back. He untied the strings of her bikini top while she clutched the front, screaming and giggling.

Jake snapped the pencil in his hand. He’d found it hard to believe Jamie and Georgette were twins...until now. Georgette, with her halo of wild dark hair floating around her head, her tiny bikini, and big, dark glasses looked like a model. She had the pretty boys at the resort stumbling and panting in her wake.

Jake ground his teeth. It didn’t suit her. She had more class and elegance in her little finger than her sister had in her entire body.

Jamie had come on to him like a freight train, batting her fake eyelashes and thrusting her fake breasts in his face. He knew the type. Hell, he’d partied with the type...and liked it. Now his tastes veered toward the bookish, intelligent, natural type.

His gaze wandered to Georgette’s corner of the pool. She crouched down in the water, her hands crossed over her chest, her head thrown back in laughter. A pony-tailed man stood at the side of the pool, dangling her little bikini top above the water.

Jake jumped up from his paperwork and strode to the edge of the pool. He ripped the bikini top out of the man’s grasp and tossed it to Georgette. “You know the rules. No nudity in the pool.”

The people lounging on the deck booed and hissed. A man called out, “Since when do you enforce that rule, Jake?”

Since Georgette started acting like a tart. Jake spun on his heel back to his table. She’d been going at it for three days now, transforming herself into a sexy, sensual siren. A coterie of men, young and old, followed her around the resort as she drank, smoked, and frolicked. Jake pounded the keys of his laptop. Even though it was all an act, he couldn’t take much more of it.

Drops of water landed on his keyboard. “What the...?”

Georgette, her lithe body dusted gold by the sun, hovered over him. She plopped into his lap, soaking his shorts and shirt, and wound her arms around his neck. “How am I doing?”

He shifted in his seat, trapping her legs between his thighs and placing his hand on her almost-exposed bottom. She wanted to play with fire? “A little too good. I’m totally buying that you’re sleeping with those guys.”

She shook her head, beads of water shimmering in the strands of her hair. “Of course I’m not, but I’m doing a lot of kissing and telling, so each one thinks I’m sleeping with the others.”

His fingers trailed along the leg opening of her bikini bottom, and she squirmed in his lap. She whispered, “Don’t do that.”

He hooked a finger around the string tied at her hip, teasing the knot. “You want a reputation? You have to go for the gold, and at this resort, that’s me.”

She clawed the back of his neck with her fingernails. “You’re insufferably arrogant. Did Jamie go for the gold?”

“Yeah, she did, but she ran into a brick wall.” He ran his hand down her smooth back, resting it on her hip.

She brushed the hair from his brow. “You mean my gorgeous, sexy sister couldn’t tempt you? Something wrong with your equipment?”

Only one gorgeous, sexy Lawson sister could tempt him. His fingers crept to the front of her bikini bottoms where he tucked one fingertip beneath the edge. Georgette gasped and squeezed her thighs together.

He chuckled. “You saw my...equipment. What do you think?”

She bit her lip and took a gulp of his iced tea. “Is my ploy working? The full moon is days away. Do you think we can catch these people?”

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