Page 42 of Last Ticket to Paradise

“I’m taller.” He ran a hand down the beads of her spine and cupped her derriere with one large palm. “Spread your legs.”

The way he commanded her would’ve raised her hackles anywhere else, but here? In this room? The two of them naked? She opened her legs as wide as she could.

He fondled the folds of her lips, wet and soft from her endless orgasm, until she thrust her bottom toward him.

Leaning forward, he whispered, “The lady wants satisfaction.”

She could only sigh in response, but the sigh ended in a cry as Jake entered her, opening her, filling her up.

He braced one hand on the desk and cupped her breast with the other as he rocked against her, thrusting and retreating.

She reached between her legs to trace the edge where his flesh met hers. Her knuckle brushed her swollen clit, and she couldn’t stop touching it.

She played with herself as he rode her, hard and fast. The sound of their skin slapping together heightened her desire, enclosing them in this cocoon of need.

When Jake pulled out of her completely, she screamed, desperate for his touch. Only when he released her completely did she hear the banging on the office door.

“Boss, come quick. A guest is floating in the pool, unconscious. It’s the Frenchman. It’s Jean-Claude.”

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