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by Marie Harte
Description: Private investigator Jewel can't help herself around Ethan Reaper, a man with an attitude to match his impressive frame. He's not just commanding on the job; he wants to master a woman. And Jewel is one gem he can't resist. [Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Domination/submission, bondage, exhibitionism, masturbation, spanking.]
eBook Publisher: Loose Id, LLC, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: June 2008
317 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [193 KB]
Reading time: 121-169 min.
A clear blue sky overlooked white sand and a calm, blue-green ocean. From this vantage on the main floor, she stared through palm trees and the occasional bush and caught the sweet scent of honeysuckle off the bright pink bougainvillea scaling the outside of the hotel. The red amaryllis and orange bird of paradise stood out against the immaculately kept lawn surrounding the main building, and she couldn't help but wonder about the resort's water bill.
Practical, as always, Jewel thought with a grin, which faded as she stared down at her short, blue, fanciful sundress. In keeping with her sexy, desperate persona--thanks so much, Uncle Tommy--she'd worn a cornflower blue sundress covered in purple, green, and yellow flowers. The cursed thing had spaghetti straps, which showed the thin blue straps of her bra, allowed too much cleavage, and was way too short. It came to the middle of her damned thighs.
Fidgeting, she practiced sitting ladylike on the settee, reminding herself not to spread her legs in comfort unless she wanted to go for the sexual side of employment here. Jewel snorted, imaging her uncle's expression should he learn she'd gone native in a sex resort.
"Serve him right," she muttered as she leaned toward the open window, unable to take her gaze away from the beauty of paradise.
"Serve who right?"
She had to look up, way up, to match the face with the gravelly voice. This close, she could see the dark brown color of the guard's--Ethan's--thickly lashed eyes. Hot damn, but he fairly oozed sex appeal, and Jewel was taken aback at her awareness of it. In Hastings's office, Ethan had been intriguing in a standoffish, don't-screw-with-me kind of way. But now, he looked as if he wanted to dance the horizontal mambo ... with her. And her heart wouldn't stop racing.
Swallowing loudly, she glanced beyond him. "Is Mr. Hastings finished with your meeting?"
"He has a few things to take care of or he'd join us." He leaned down and took her hand in his, dwarfing her with his size. Electricity zinged through her at the contact.
This is so not normal.
Helping her to her feet, he caught her by the small of her back and walked her down the hallway. Plush green carpet softened their steps. A chair rail along the corridor separated the pale mango upper wall from the white wainscoted lower wall. Beautiful and classy when combined with the island prints framed in dark walnut on the walls. But the décor still wasn't enough to blot out her consciousness of her hunky escort, who stood way too close for comfort.
"Um, so this is the tour?" Jewel wanted to slap herself for the obvious comment, especially when his brows rose as if questioning her intelligence.
"Part of it at least. You'll notice there aren't too many people in the hallways. Most of the action today is outside, in the private cabanas and in the central courtyard out back. But I think we'll start by taking you through the hotel to your room. You look scared already, and the scene poolside takes some getting used to."
She immediately bristled at his tone. "Look, I applied for this job. I may be new, but I don't need to be handled with kid gloves."
His hand shifted on her dress, and Jewel squelched an insane urge to increase the contact.
"Well then, Miss Assertive, let's go outside, shall we?"
Though his voice hadn't changed much, she could tell she'd pricked his temper. Good. Jewel needed a handle on those around her, and Ethan was like a locked vault. Apparently, chatting up security with a wide grin and a hint of boobs wasn't going to work. Although ... She glanced at Ethan from the corner of her eye, recalling the heated look he'd given her earlier.
Best to smooth over his annoyance. Smiling up at him, Jewel breathed deeply, throwing out her chest as she did so, and earned his attention. "So are the employees' rooms grouped together?"
He studied her, but not with the sex-crazed expression she'd hoped for. "Yeah, on the fifth floor. Depending on your duties, you'll either stay up there or transfer to the main floor."
"Depending on my duties? I thought I'd been hired to waitress."
He grinned suddenly, and the sight of his smile transformed him from arrogant tough guy to sex personified. "Baby, no one here is paid to fuck. We have food staff, housekeepers, landscapers, and more. You're here to wait on the guests, food-wise, but Satyr's Myst is all about service. Like the others, you'll be trained to please the guests in every way. But that's a side benefit of the job." His grin faded at her look of shock, and his eyes narrowed. "That is why you're here, isn't it?"
Jewel sputtered, then found herself outside under the shaded canopy of the hotel, overlooking group sex by the pool. Holy shit.
Ethan took her to the side, still under the shade and in full view of anyone looking, then lowered his head to murmur in her ear, "I told you it takes some getting used to. But since you're here to participate, why not start your training now?"
"Not what?" he asked softly, positioning himself firmly behind her. She felt his erection brushing above her ass, but was distracted when his hands circled her front to cup her breasts. "Not here to service the guests, Jewel? But that's what you applied for, after all. You told me not to handle you with kid gloves, remember?"
Tell him to get the hell off. To back away. But she said neither. Anticipation made her light-headed. He pinched her nipples, and she moaned, amazed at the flood of need pooling between her thighs. She had never been this turned on in her life, and by a stranger no less. The erotic tableau before her only spiked her arousal higher.
"Look at the water, Jewel. The play there is only the beginning."
She helplessly glanced up, her body no longer hers to control as he played with her breasts and circled her belly with one large, hot hand.
Several naked people in the pool--she had yet to see a guest wearing clothes--were having sex with each other and masturbating. One man sat on the ledge, gripping his cock with desperation as a petite redhead watched. He cried out and came, and the redhead quickly bent to catch his cum in her mouth. As she bent over, a dark-skinned man with a huge cock buried himself in her ass even as she swallowed her other lover's orgasm.
Jewel stared so hard her eyes hurt. She'd seen a few pornos before but nothing so decadent as this. And Ethan's hands on her only increased her stimulation. To her shock, Jewel felt on the verge of orgasm.
"Hmm, a closet hedonist, eh, Jewel?" Ethan chuckled and continued to play with her breasts, while his other hand traveled lower, inching up the hem of her skirt. "But what have we here?"
His finger inched past the silk of her thong, delving into her wet heat.
"Ethan," she gasped, jolted out of her daze by the intrusion. What the hell was wrong with her that she allowed a stranger to fondle her in public? You're undercover. Go with it. The devil within her prodded her to cooperate. Besides, you need this.
"That's it, honey. Damn, you're wet." He rubbed his cock against her backside, his excitement making her wetter. "Feels to me like you're over the bastard who dumped you." He chuckled and shoved another finger deep inside her. "Shit, baby, you need this as much as I do."
He began priming her.
"That feels so good." Was that her shuddering under a stranger's touch, in full view of anyone happening by? Undercover my ass. The sane part of her took charge, and Jewel squirmed, trying to free herself from Ethan. But the movement only put her clit in direct contact with his knuckles, and she moaned his name in a throaty voice, needing more.
"That's it, baby. Come. Drench my hand with your cream."
She didn't need it. Jewel didn't need sex, didn't need some bossy, bodybuilder type telling her what to--
"Oh, my God." She blew apart, between one breath and the next, exploding into the biggest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She shuddered and moaned while Ethan's fingers plunged in and out of her with greater speed.
She was dimly aware of the sound of a zipper lowering and then felt another shock, this one fatter and thicker against her ass.
"Bend over," he growled and turned her to face the wall. Before she could comply, he had her bent at the waist, her legs spread apart.