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CHAPTER 6
It was still dark when Mark awoke, sensing a slight movement in Juliette, a slight change in posture, in position, and he knew that his own body had responded. He could feel his breathing deepen, matching hers as his cock continued to grow, nestled between the lips of her pussy, inching forward as it became thicker and longer in the darkness.
Without asking he knew she was awake, lying there with her head beside his, experiencing the same exquisite physical and intimate sensations he was.He felt her neck stiffen as the tip of his erection glazed her clit, and hearing her exhale was a wonderous sound in his ear. Mark turned his head and gently kissed her, a soft, tender brush of his lips on her jaw.He felt her hand grip his a little tighter as he brushed his lips a little further along the line of her jaw until his breath was on the soft, sensitive skin below her ear.Felicia moaned softly as he held there, breathing on her with a tender iRelated chapters
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"Is everything okay, Mark?" The old lawyer asked as Mark stared at the photographs on the table. "You've gone a little pale."In a voice barely above a whisper, Marksaid, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke."Markwas reeling, the instant recognition of the two faces in the photos making him feel nauseous, excited and angry at the same time.It was Maddyand Charity, the two stars of his own personal spank-bank, the sexual memories that came back to him every night when he lay in bed, his eyes closed, stroking his cock. The two hottest women he'd ever encountered and God, or Fate, or Destiny had decided to fuck him up and reveal they were his sisters. He cursed the part of himself that was excited at the thought of meeting them again. He knew that he couldn't have known they were his sisters, that there was no possible way he could have known, but still he felt disgusted with himself, the strength of the social and legal taboo so str
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Marknodded, breathing a sigh of relief as the old man turned his back. The message had been a spur of the moment thing, and the wording impromptu, but he wanted to get a message to them if they remembered him. Telling them he wished he knew he had sisters would remind them that none of them knew they were related when they'd met before, and adding that he was looking forward to meeting them for the first time tomorrow was something he was rather pleased with. A hidden message saying don't admit that we've already met. In the event that one or both of them didn't remember him then the whole message would seem quite sweet.Marksmiled, his stomach still doing flip-flops, but nowhere near as bad as it was a few minutes ago."Mister Whitney?"Markturned, hearing a woman's voice from beside the car. "Hi?""I'm Raven, your driver for today, sir." Raventurned out to be a short-haired dirty-blonde woman in her mid to late twenties, dressed
The Island CHAPTER 9
Markwaved farewell to Ravenonce the flight crew had loaded the bags onto the small private Jet, and he turned towards the small lounge in the Executive Privilege Airlines building. He looked up at the sign. "EPA? Someone's got a sense of humour."He opened the door into a brightly llit reception area."Mister Whitney?" An old black man with wrinkles on his wrinkles asked from behind the receptionist desk."Yes.""Can I see your passport please?""Oh, yeah. Sure." Markhanded it over to the man who gave it a cursory glance and handed it back."If you'd like to go into the lounge, sir, your aircraft will be ready in ten minutes."Marknodded and entered the lounge, seeing a woman rising to her feet. Shoulder-length blonde hair framed a pretty face with a pointy chin and eyes that missed nothing. A charcoal gray business suit covered a body that Markcould see was in great shape. For
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As soon as the aircraft levelled off Jasmineunbuckled her seat belt. "Fancy a drink?"Markshrugged. "Sure.""Well, get comfortable. We're going to be here for a while. How does a Mojito sound?"Markgave her a thumbs up and unbuckled his seatbelt, then reached down and unlaced his new boots, bought earlier that day, then slid them under the seat. He pulled out his phone and checked his emails while Jasminewas in the galley.Nothing from Sam, but an email from Ant, so he opened it up.Hey fucker,Samsays you've fucked off on a business jaunt for a week. WTF, dude? We're meant to be poon hunting this weekend! Anyway, where the fuck are you? And how much dick are these director fuckers gonna make you suck?Ant, Esq.Markshook his head. Anthad the subtlety of a wrecking ball somet
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No matter how tired Markfelt, he couldn't seem to shut his brain down and his usual trick of reading it into unconsciousness didn't work. He was quite surprised when Captain Greyre-appeared to wake Jasmineand let them know they'd be landing in thirty minutes."Did you get any sleep?" She asked as she sat up and rolled her neck, easing out the kinks."Nope," Marksaid, tapping the side of his head. "Too much going on up here.""Make sure you let me know when you feel tired and I'll see if I can get you an hour or two," Jasminereplied. She yawned. "Mind if I dive in the shower first?""Sure." Markturned back to his book but then changed his mind and went to the galley to brew some coffee. By the time he'd got it figured out Jasminere-appeared, dressed now in a pair of beige linen trousers and a white vest top with a white linen shirt over the top."Is that coffee I can smell?" She asked, ru
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Jasminelooked out the window and turned back to Markwith a smile on her face. "Welcome to Guadeloupe, Mark."He looked out the window, seeing the jet about to touch down on a runway. To the right he could see a small housing estate and beyond that the blue waters of the Caribbean sea. The sun was just starting to come up and it cast everything on the ground in amazing shadows."Wow.""Exactly," She replied.With a gentle bump the jet touched down and after a couple of minutes it pulled up at a small building where a black four by four waited with a couple of serious men in suits outside it. A local official waited to one side, probably to check their passports."That's our ride," Jasminetold him. "They'll take us to the boat.""Boat?""Yeah, it'll take us to the Island," She explained. "It's very cool."Markshook hands with Captain Greyand thanked him for the flight, then followed Jasmineacro
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"So I need to talk to you about Security, Mark.""Okay," Marknodded. He figured that there was bound to be some security on the island, so he was about to get a briefing on it."From this point forward, and in many different ways, you're going to be a target," She said flatly, taking him by surprise.He blinked. "A target?""Yes. In many different ways. Because you're worth a lot of money, you'll be a high-level target for kidnappers, people will try and con you, the media will pursue you, women will try and seduce you, politicians will try and court you, basically you'll be sought after in many different ways."Marklaughed, drawing a frown from Jasmine. It wasn't the reaction she'd been expecting, but it was one particular line in there that made him laugh."Women will try and seduce me? I think you can chalk that one off as a non-existant threat," He told her.For all Mark's life he'd been the pursuer, and not particular
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The Island came into view and Markstood up at the windows for a better look. It was gorgeous, a tropical paradise of palm trees and beautiful white sandy beaches. The cliffs that rose up out of the water to the east and west were natural and rugged and the structures he could see seemed to enhance the natural beauty rather than detract from it."It's better than I imagined," Markadmitted."I know," Jasminesaid, standing beside him. "I love it here."Markcould feel the nerves building in his stomach again as the boat approached the pier and all too soon it was alongside it, the crew tying the Betsy against it. He could see several people waiting at the end of the pier and he took a deep breath, then let it out slowly."What's the Island Manager guy's name again?" He asked."Henry," Jasminereplied. "It's the guy there with the white hair and the black shirt. He always wears black shirts.""Why?" Markasked, m
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