One Year of Sin: A Forbidden Desire

Ryan"This is paradise." Lucas Stone stretches out beside me in the sun. "We're supposed to be working." Mason, Lucas's twin, warns us. "You told me this was an all-expenses-paid vacation. You said nothing about working." I tease him, knowing this will make Mason's brain explode. "We're supposed to be pretending to be on a guys' trip, remember? Have another beer." Lucas grins, messing with his brother. Mason rolls his eyes and lays back on his sun lounge, pulling his sunglasses over his eyes. "Please tell me you're seeing what I'm seeing." I state while slapping Lucas on the chest, because three of the most beautiful women I've ever seen have just walked into the pool area as if they have descended from heaven. They're holding cocktails in their hands as they giggle and are dressed in the tiniest of bikinis. Not that I'm looking. Who am I kidding? Of course I am looking. I am watching every sway of their hips, the bounce of their tits as they grab a couple of sun loungers

Ryan This woman cannot be real. It's like God, no, the devil has sent this intoxicating beauty to me, giving me everything I want in a woman all wrapped up in one neat little package. This raven-haired woman with jade green eyes that pull you into her, and her gorgeous body, long legs, and great ass is every man's dream girl. She's an ex-model, which isn't surprising at all. Then, behind it all is a woman who looks like sexually she could keep up with me. And I'm not talking about the run-of-the-mill vanilla one-night stand crap. No. The way her eyes lit up when I wrapped my hand around her throat and hauled her away into the olive grove, most women would have been running for the hills, but not this one. Instead, she spreads her legs like a good girl, like a fucking wet dream. If I'd known she was bare under that dress, my fingers would have been in her all night. I feel like we wasted enough time having polite conversation around the dinner table with our friends when I could ha

RyanBlinding light stirs me from my sleep. Moving to get up, I realize my arm is stuck. My eyes fly open. And that's when I see the dark hair nestled into my chest. Panic laces my body as I realize Ava and I have spooned all night and my stomach rolls a little. You're freaking out, aren't you? Ava's husky voice pulls me from my panic attack. Yes, slightly. She rolls over, her breasts press against my chest. She looks up at me with those gorgeous jade green eyes. I don't cuddle after sex, either. So, this is kind of new territory for me, too. Her hand then travels between my legs, wrapping around my morning wood, making me hiss. But we were exhausted. She adds, her hand gliding up and down slowly. It was fun. The panic is still swirling around me as I try to let her down easily. As I said, women say they are into a one-night stand, but I find that once my dick has been inside them, for some reason, feelings happen. Yes, it was. As she rolls me onto my back, then stradd

RyanWho the fuck is this woman? I've never had a woman ask me to stay and watch her fuck someone else outside of the underground club. I'm intrigued. Also a little angry that I'm not the one fucking her. But the fact she understands my rule, which seems utterly stupid at this moment, has me all sorts of confused. Ava looked fantastic standing confidently before me in her hot pink underwear. Damn, that woman has a tremendous body. The fact she let me touch her after some dude just ate her out. Yeah, I know it's all kinds of wrong, but fuck hell, it was hot. Allowing my dick to make the decision, I make my way around the villa, down the side path that leads to her beachfront deck. Like she said, there's a chair outside her room. There's a thick olive grove garden surrounding the villa, which forms a privacy screen. The only way someone would see me is if they walked straight toward me. The light is on. Shadows are dancing behind the curtains. Is she going to open them for me? The

AvaI cannot thank you enough for coming tonight with me. Lane kisses me on the cheek, handing me a glass of champagne. I know what these society things are like, especially as you're fresh meat. Running my finger down his suit jacket, I've known Lane for years. We met when he used to be the number one male model on the scene before he moved into advertising. He owns the largest creative arts advertising company in London. Lane's taken me under his wing since I've branched out on my own, helping me navigate small business even though he earns millions every year. He still remembers the initial hard slog he had to do and the least I can do to repay him for his time is to accompany him to a charity event as his date. Lane is a catch and the thirsty London singles market knows it. Lane's not ready for it at all. I'm like his beard. Lane's wife died under truly horrible circumstances. She was in the car with his best friend, who she was having an affair with when they were on their wa