Page 40 of Last Ticket to Paradise

His lips took possession of hers, sending a ripple of excitement down her back. He pushed her against the desk, compelling her to sit on the edge. Then he parked himself between her thighs, pressing his chest against hers.

Liquid fire melted any core of resistance or propriety she had left. She didn’t know if the danger and anxiety associated with Jamie’s strange disappearance were ramping up her senses, or if it was Jake’s magic touch. She’d never felt such strong urges before, as if her sensuality had been lurking beneath the surface just waiting for this man’s kiss to unleash it.

Jake untied her bikini top and tossed it to the floor...along with the last of her inhibitions. She arched her back, craving his touch. His head dipped to her breasts, and he teased her nipples with his tongue.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, throwing her head back.

He trailed kisses along her throat as he cupped her breast and skimmed his callused thumb across her peaked nipple. Her breasts ached with a heavy desire that caused her to dig her fingernails into Jake’s backside, still covered with his board shorts, urging him closer in search of satisfaction.

He hissed in her ear, “Slow down, little filly. I’m taking my time.”

Georgette bit her bottom lip to stifle a cry of frustration. “I...if I don’t come now, I’ll never come.”

Jake pulled back, his hand still covering her breast. “What does that mean?”

“If I don’t come right away, like I did with you at the spa...” She dropped her lashes and concentrated on Jake’s bare toes. “Then I just kind of lose the urge, and I’ll never have an orgasm.”

“Is this a scientific study you’ve done?” He cocked his head, and a lock of hair fell over his eye. “You have one buildup, and that’s the end of it?”

“I think so.” She tugged at the waistband of his shorts. “But I can come. I proved that, so if we just get that part over with first, I can concentrate on you.”

He lifted one eyebrow. “I’d prefer to concentrate onyoufirst, if you don’t mind. It’s clear my know-it-all princess doesn’t know the first thing about pleasure.”

“I know a lot of...things.” She slid from his desk and pulled back her shoulders, straightening to her full height. She snapped her bikini top in the air. “Turn around. I’m going to blindfold you, a-and then I’ll tie your wrists behind your back.”

He met her stare with an unflinching gaze. “Take off your bikini bottoms. Now.”

“W-what?” Her invitation would’ve had Brice groveling at her feet.

She blinked, and a slow smile spread across Jake’s face, a dangerous light kindling in his blue eyes. That blink had shifted the power dynamic in the small room, and her knees wobbled.

“I said...” He inserted a finger under the top band of her bottoms. “Strip them off. Now. In front of me. While I watch you. I didn’t get such a good look at you in the spa. The light was low.”

Georgette’s cheeks heated and then flamed when she remembered that Linda had convinced her to get a Brazilian bikini wax. She’d forgotten about that in the massage room. Once Jake saw that, had he thought she’d expected to get lucky on Palumba?

He took another step back and crossed his arms over his massive chest. “I’m waiting.”

She swallowed and pinched the edges of her bikini bottoms and yanked them down. They dropped down the length of her legs and pooled at her ankles. She crossed her hands in front of her bare mound.

Jake clicked his tongue. “You’re gonna have to move your hands...Gigi.”

“I will when you’re naked, too.” She lifted her chin. “Why do you still have all your clothes on?”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m the boss.” One corner of his mouth lifted, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, but she didn’t have the impression he was joking.

“Open up.”

She unfolded her hands as if revealing a precious gem, dropping her head to make sure she’d really gone through with that full wax job. Yep, she’d gone through with it.

Jake whistled and cupped his hand between her legs, trailing the pad of his thumb across her smooth, bare skin. “Smooth as a...pearl from an oyster.”

“I-I...my friend...”

“Shh.” He put a finger to her trembling lips as he continued to stroke her down below.

The pulsing between her legs echoed in her ears, and although she tried to hold back, she undulated her hips forward, causing his fingers to delve deeper.

He pinched her swollen lips between his fingers, and she threw an arm around his neck so she wouldn’t fall at his feet and dissolve into a sweet puddle.

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