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It was torture. Her cheeks burned. She wanted to reach for him right on that spot and slam his face against her pussy. She wanted to leap up and kick him to take her to the room this very moment. She knew she should not be doing this. But she was soaking through her panties . As she couldn't bring myself to push him away. Her whole existence was his lips and her aching cunt. The island faded around her and she stood up already , trying to maneuver her hips as she moved in front of him . She needed him to touch her clit. She was going to die without it.But he understood, Instead, he paused again at the entrance to her hotel room , and he could feel her gaze on him, staring straight into his quivering folds. She was exposed to him. All her pride were about to be stripped away, need spiraling out of control. They had retired from their little cabana on the beach and legged it to her room where Clint hadn’t even let Genevieve get the word “shower” out before he was shoving her against a
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" please leave." she said stiffly. And in the place where logic ruled, meant it. Her emotions stalked off in a different direction. They sent her body into shock from being away from him. No control there.Trembling as he left immediately, When Dave strode through the door wearing the expression of a wild animal, Genevieve gasped. Heat spread through her with a wave of nausea. She felt lightheaded and colors turned gray.Then everything went black.Genevievee stumbled out onto the balcony needing to find a way to quiet her inner critic and reclaim her realistic thoughts—thoughts that reasonably told her she was on top of her game professionally, and had it not been for a curve in the road she’d have executed a near-perfect safety net for herself. She’d been so close to being able to really live she could almost taste it. Anyone could be led off course. The important thing was to find the track again.Outside, alone, with nothing but the vast ocean in front of her, she couldn’t help but
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Genevieve tugged at the dress Dave had chosen for the occasion. For the meat show, as he had called it. No matter how much she tugged though, the dress didn’t get any longer. She stared at herself in the mirror uncertainly. She’d never worn anything that revealing. The black dress was clinging to her butt and waist, and ended at her upper thighs; the top was a glittery golden bustier with black tulle straps. “I can’t wear this, Ash .” Ash met her gaze in the via the video call. Her hair was pinned up; it was a few shades darker than Genevieve's. Ash was wearing a floor-length elegant dress to a dinner too ." I wished I was allowed something that modest". Genevieve said with irritation “You look like a woman,” Ash whispered. She cringed. “I look like a hooker.” “Hookers can’t afford a dress like that.” She bet all Dave's mistress had clothes that cost more than some people spent on a car. She put her hands on her waist. “You have a wasp waist, and the dress makes your legs look very
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The next day Genevieve after a long day of sleeping finally woke up ,Her stomach growls with such intensity that it almost makes her dizzy. She was so hungry. She skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner today just so she wouldn’t have to face Dave, and now she was paying the price. For some reason, she thought maybe he would come up after dinner to apologize and offer her some food. But now she knows she was way too naïve to think that would happen. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, and she haven’t eaten a single thing since yesterday evening. Fuming, she wrap a sheer flowered kimono around her midnight blue nightdress and venture out of her room. She tiptoe down the quiet hallway and about to make her way downstairs , she sees movement coming from the elevator and stop dead in her tracks. Her eyes meet his from across the opening.She could tell just by looking at him that he’s drunk, but the almost empty bottle of scotch is a dead giveaway. “What are you doing?” he asks, his words slu
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She was either cold, or terrified—or both. Her sweet Dave . She felt how he ran his fingers over her breast, tracing the curves of it with his fingers, her gaze on his face so she could watch each expression as it moved over her. Her eyes grew hazy as he touched her, her expression softening, and his fingers slid along the underside of her breast, she gave an all-over body shiver. “Ticklish?” he asked. “A little,” she admitted, and her voice was so damn shy. How had she waited for so long? It was unfathomable.He was delicious—open and eager and gorgeous and all fucking her, A possessive surge shot through him, and he resisted the urge to crush her entire body against his again. She liked him touching her breasts—he’d keep doing it. She couldn’t wait to see how he will react when he put his mouth on one of those tiny, hard nipples. “Want me to stop?” “No.” Her voice was breathless. “I really want you to keep going.” “Man, I love it when you fucking say that.” His thumb brushed over
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Still in a hazy, dreamlike state of contentment, Genevieve floated from breakfast the next morning to shuffleboard, to a late lunch scheduled with Sarah Hazel who she just met that morning, and a bride to be. Her body was present, but her mind was still on that moonlit beach night, when Dave pressed his mouth to hers and told her that he desired her. Actually, he’d said it with a lot more f-bombs, but she didn’t care and if he didn't say it didn't matter. He could use all the cuss-words he wanted, as long as he kissed her like that and made her feel so incredibly beautiful but she doubt that ever happening again.She’d never had a moment like that, ever.Genevieve’s heart felt full to bursting at the thought. Probably Dave wasn’t capable of love? That was too bad, because she was half in love with him already. He might not think of himself as a kind man, but his actions toward her had spoken differently. He might have a tough, cuss-laden outer shell, but there was a tender heart bea
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She was going to do this. They were going to do this. She was going to have a ridiculous, exciting, passionate fling with a man she barely knew. Not just any man. Gorgeous, serious, totally alpha looking Dave ,who made her toes curl every time she looked at him. Who kissed like he’d invented it.And here she was, in an ugly tourist T-shirt, with wild beach hair and not a touch of makeup. Maybe it wasn’t Genevieve as much as it was that she was the only woman on the island? That was a sobering thought.He touched his fingertips to her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Should I not have asked?”“No, asking is good,” she said, and gave him a shy smile. “I’m just not exactly at my hottest at the moment.”“Quote me something.”She gave him an odd look and then laughed, blurting out the first thing that came to mind. “‘Happiness depends upon ourselves.’ Aristotle.”“See?” He whispered, leaning in to kiss at her neck. “Hearing you say that is so incredibly hot.”She laughed again. “You’re a
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n.When he took a step forward, she ran for it, a high-pitched squeal of alarm escaping her. Moments later, he had an arm around her stomach and was dunking her in the chilly surf. Genevieve screamed and clung to him, dragging him under with her until they were both sputtering and laughing.“There’s your courage,” Dave told her between chuckles.She laughed too, delighted by his mood.They rinsed off quickly, dumped sand on the fire, and then headed back to the hotel in the darkness. Their stairwell was just as they’d left it, complete with mattress, pillows, and blankets. Before when they’d crawled into the bed, they’d been clothed. When Brontë crawled into bed this time, she was naked and slightly damp, and so was the man who crawled in after her. As soon as she pulled the blanket over her body, he tugged her close and spooned her, his hand sliding possessively over her waist and resting on her breast.As if he cherished her.And she thought that maybe, just maybe, Dave was going t
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