To count down to the upcoming release of Fantasy Seduction, I''ll be posting several excerpts from Fantasy Resort. Although some of the characters appear in all the Fantasy Books, all titles are stand alone. Keep checking back for more...:)
Nicole smiled as Jaimee gently nuzzled her neck, his teeth softly biting the sensitive flesh. They’d been in bed most of the day, kissing, talking, making love. This was the happiest she could ever remember being. Her Jaimee was back.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she sighed. “I still can’t believe this is all true. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and realize it’s all been a dream.”
Jaimee cupped her cheek and grinned down at her lazily. “I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.”
His thumb brushed along her lower lip, and she nipped at it playfully.
“Minx,” he growled.
She giggled and snuggled closer to his warmth. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “We haven’t eaten since breakfast and it’s almost dinnertime.”
“I could eat. How about we go cook something in the nude?” he whispered in her ear teasingly.
She glanced at him and didn’t miss the wicked glint in his gaze. “If we do that, I may not be able to keep my mind on what I’m doing.” Her palm skimmed along his chest and down his abs. The muscles twitched beneath her touch. “I may be more interested in this.” Her fingers wrapped around his growing shaft.
“Baby, you can have that anytime you want it. Even if it means dinner burns in the process.”
She laughed and shoved at his shoulder. “What would you like to have to eat? And don’t say ‘me’ like you did earlier.”
His lips quirked and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, but that was one hell of a lunch.”
“You’re terrible,” she said with a grin.
“How about a Portakin dish?”
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. She liked vitany. She just didn’t know how to cook it. Cooking was definitely not her forte. Dax had usually taken care of that at the bar or they’d eaten out. “How do you know how to cook vitany?”
“Actually,” he said with a smile, “Researching unusual dishes is one of favorite pastimes.” He shrugged slightly. “Or at least it used to be. I haven’t had much chance to cook lately.”
She raised an eyebrow in interest. “Really? You mean to tell me I knew you for two years and didn’t know that you could cook?”
“That’s what happens when you repeatedly come up with excuses for not coming to my place for dinner.”
Her smile faded while guilt and regret gripped her chest. Again she wondered why he’d put up with her as she studied his chest, unable to meet his stare. “I’m so sorry, Jaimee. I put you through so much. I should have trusted you sooner.”
“Don’t do that.” He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “What matters is that we’re here now. How long it took us is irrelevant. Okay?”
She nodded and traced his jaw with the tip of her finger. The day’s growth of stubble felt rough and scratchy, but she loved the feel. Especially when he rubbed it along her inner thigh. “I can’t wait to tell Kira you’re alive. She’s going to be as thrilled as I am.”
Worry clouded his expression, and she stiffened. “What?”
“Oh, honey. You can’t tell Kira. You can’t tell anyone.”
“You have to keep letting everyone think I’m dead. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you.”
“But it’s Kira and Jerrod, Jaimee. They wouldn’t…”
He put his finger over her lips to silence her. She gazed at him in confusion, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell them. “Promise me. As far as anyone is concerned I’m still dead. Not even Kira can know, Nicole.”
She agreed, but inside wondered how she would be able to keep it from Kira. They were so close, if anyone could see a difference in her it would be her friend. Jaimee placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Come with me, my love, and let’s cook dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner I can have you for dessert.”
Nicole’s body warmed with that thought. Climbing from the bed, she followed Jaimee’s tight behind to the kitchen. His face may be different, but his touch, his personality, even his ass were the same. He was her Jaimee and her heart just couldn’t stop soaring.
Jaimee reached into the refrigeration unit and pulled out the fish filets he’d had sent over from the resort yesterday along with two bowls of softened butter. Rummaging through the cabinets, he found all the spices he needed and spread everything over the counter within reach. Turning to Nicole, he motioned for her to come stand before him. When she looked at him in question, he grinned. “I’m going to show you how to make it.”
He watched as she grabbed a clip and piled her thick chestnut hair on her head, exposing her long, graceful neck and shoulders. Her breasts stood out proudly beneath his gaze and her nipples hardened, making his cock jerk in response. He would never get tired of looking at her.
His eyes moved back to hers, so blue and sparkling with just a hint of mischief and delight. She was so beautiful and she was his.
She moved to stand before him, her back against his chest. He could smell her spicy scent and for a moment almost forgot what they were supposed to be doing. “Take the filets and dip them into the bowl of melted butter on the left.”
“What’s the one on the right for?”
Her small hands gripped the fish, then dipped it into the dish of butter. He put his hands on her shoulders, silently watching her turn the fish. The golden liquid spread over the blue flesh of the fish and between their fingers.
“Now place it on the pan,” he whispered.
He could feel the tiny tremors under her flesh as his cock lightly pressed into the cleft of her ass.
“What do I do now?” she asked.
“Spread those three spices there. Put them on thickly, covering the skin completely.”
As her fingers brushed in the spices, Jaimee dipped his hands into the second bowl of butter then moved his hands to her breasts, massaging the firm mounds. “Rub the spices in just like this,” he whispered, showing her with his fingers on her breasts.
Nicole’s hands shook as she massaged the spices into the fish. Once finished, he pinched her nipples, making her gasp and moan. “Now we put it in the oven and let it bake for thirty minutes. While it’s cooking, I’ll clean this butter off you.”
Jaimee reached to turn on the oven, while Nicole slid the pan on the center rack. His cock throbbed painfully. He hadn’t intended to turn the cooking session into a seduction but he hadn’t been able to pass up those breasts.
The oven door shut with a bang, and she turned to him with narrowed eyes darkening in desire. “I believe you made a mess.”
His gaze moved to her breasts, and he smiled. She was right. He had made a mess. Her beautiful mounds were covered in warm butter. “Then I suppose I should clean them up for you.”
“Yes. You should.”
Grabbing her around her waist, he set her on the counter, putting her nipples at eye level. With deliberate slowness, he began to softly lick her breasts, his tongue lapping at the butter. Nicole moaned and squirmed as he cleaned first one breast then the other. He could do this all day. He loved her breasts and the way the nipples beaded beneath his tongue. He liked the sounds of her whimpers when he gently bit at the hard little peaks.
His lips slowly worked a path up her chest and neck, lingering just behind her ear.
“You’re one very naughty man,” she said with a slight tremor to her voice. “Your little cooking session has me so turned on I could scream.”
“Then scream,” he murmured. With a grin, he dipped his fingers in the butter again, then moved to her pussy.
The second his butter-laden fingers touched her warm, wet pussy, she moaned. “I like the way your mind works.”
“And I have a feeling your juices mixed with this butter will be heaven.” Two fingers slid along her slit, spreading the thick confection. Kneeling slightly, he spread her thighs and massaged her clit with his thumb.
With a groan, she fell back, letting her shoulders hit the cabinets behind her with a thud. He glanced at her, making sure she hadn’t hurt herself, and what he saw held him spellbound.
Her eyes were closed, her swollen lips parted. The pink of her tongue was visible for only a moment as it darted out to lick at her bottom lip. Her face was flushed in desire and when he increased the pressure to her clit her mouth dropped open a little more, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, then leaned down to lick the butter from her pussy.
The taste of her milky juice gave the butter a hint of sweet and he moaned, sliding his tongue deeper into her channel. “Oh, yes,” she sighed and gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
He could feel the tiny throbs inside her vagina against his tongue. He knew she was close. Pulling away, he grabbed her around the waist and dropped into the chair behind him. “Hurry, Nicole. Take me inside that hot pussy of yours.”
Her legs straddled his, the mouth of her pussy resting at the tip of his cock. He gripped her waist and tugged her down his length. He squeezed his eyes closed as her vagina held him tight. She felt like hot lava, her pussy walls rippling along his engorged length.
He began to work them in a rhythm he knew would send her over the edge. Fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulder and he leaned forward to bite at hers. God, she felt so good as her walls tightened around him further, milking the very life from him.
With a shout, they both came, her walls spasming around his cock as he spilled his seed deep within her. His arms shook with his release as they snaked around her and held her tight. Nicole’s warm breath fanned his neck as she slowly came back down from her release and the throbs against his shaft subsided.
“I love you, Nikki,” he whispered.
“I love your cooking lessons.”
He laughed and held her tight, never wanting to let her go.
* * * * *
Jaimee stepped into the lobby of Fantasy Resort and let his gaze travel around the bright and airy room. It was huge, with open doors and windows leading to the gardens and beaches beyond. Wicker furniture decorated the area and a massive fireplace took center stage. Nicole had told him that on more than one chilly night guests had gathered around the warmth of the flames for small, impromptu orgies.
Now the weather was warm and guests mingled in little or nothing, no one the least bit shy about touching each other or even themselves. One man sat in the corner, reclining in an oversized chair. Two women knelt before him, both of their lips and tongues working his cock. Jaimee’s twitched in response and his chest rumbled with a growl of aggravation. He’d spent two years at Fantasy Bar seducing Nicole and still images like that turned him on.
“Interesting place,” he mumbled in Nicole’s ear and a mischievous grin crossed her features.
“Anything you could ever want to experience is here. Just tell the workers at the front desk what you’re looking for and they’ll arrange it.”
Jaimee nodded toward an interesting threesome that had started on the far side of the room near the patio. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
A woman sat between a man’s legs, her back against his chest. His palms held her thighs wide while another woman licked at her pussy. “That man has a hell of a view,” Jaimee teased.
Nicole shrugged. “If you like that sort of thing.”
Jaimee studied her and didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes. “So are you saying you wouldn’t like for some woman to lick your pussy while I watch?” He leaned in closer and her eyes darkened a shade in desire. “And then you could return the favor and lick her while I fuck you from behind.”
Her lips twitched adorably as she fought a grin. “Is that why you brought me here? For a threesome?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I had something else in mind.”
“Like what?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Despite her movement, he didn’t miss the beading of her nipples beneath the thin material of her shirt.
“Nicole,” Kira yelled and they both turned to watch her beautiful friend approach. She enveloped Nicole in a hug, and for a second Jaimee imagined the three of them entangled. But only for a second. He knew Jerrod would never allow it. He was extremely possessive of Kira.
“Honey, you look wonderful,” Kira said with a smile.
Nicole glanced at Jaimee and he shook his head slightly. He knew she wanted to tell Kira, but he couldn’t let her. It was too risky.
“You haven’t met Ethan yet, have you?” Nicole asked.
Kira turned her sharp green eyes toward him and he inwardly cringed. The woman didn’t miss much and he could tell by the way she studied him with narrowed eyes that her mind was running full steam. “It’s nice to meet you, Ethan. Is Nicole treating you well?”
“She’s a slave driver.”
“I’m just doing what I was told to do.”
Jaimee snorted. “With relish.”
Kira’s gaze moved between him and Nicole. She knew something was up. “If you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to head over to the counter and see what this place has available that looks interesting.”
Nicole watched him walk away, her attention glued to his tight ass. She wasn’t able to meet Kira’s gaze and more than anything, she hated lying to her friend.
“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?”
Kira’s quiet voice was full of concern and Nicole spun to face her, wanting desperately to put her friend at ease. “It was a stupid thing, I know, and I’m not even sure how it happened. It just…” She stopped, unable to explain it.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m fine.” At Kira’s doubtful look, Nicole smiled and touched her arm. “I’m fine. I promise.”
Her friend nodded and Nicole turned back to Jaimee, who leaned against the counter, his gaze scanning the list of available fantasies. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Nicole asked.
“Yes. But there’s something about him. You know?”
Nicole swallowed. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” Kira shrugged. “It’s probably nothing. I guess I’m just overly worried about you. I know how much you loved Jaimee and how hard it was for you to trust him.”
“And then I go and sleep with a complete stranger?”
Kira remained silent, staring as though she wanted to read Nicole’s soul. “If you need me, you know where I am.”
Nicole’s lips tilted slightly. “I know.”
Stepping closer, Nicole embraced Kira and placed a kiss on her cheek. Kira returned the kiss and brushed a piece of hair from Nicole’s eyes. That’s how Jaimee found them, and he smiled devilishly. “The two of you look good together. Shall I reserve a corner for the three of us?”
Nicole slapped at his shoulder, making him laugh. “Kira and I don’t do that with each other.”
“What a shame,” he purred playfully.
“Isn’t that just like a man?” Kira returned. “He sees two women being affectionate and automatically his libido skips right into overdrive.”
Kira smiled at the approaching desk clerk. “Yes?”
“Your husband has requested you join him in the cellar. He’s doing inventory and needs your help.”
“Sure he does,” Kira murmured, making the clerk grin.
“You love it and you know it,” Nicole teased with a jab to Kira’s ribs.
“I love him,” Kira said with a grin. Turning to the clerk, she added. “Give them whatever they want.”
“As always,” the clerk replied as she placed a small key onto Jaimee’s outstretched palm.
“What’s that?” Nicole asked once Kira was out of earshot.
“How did the chat with Kira go?”
Nicole placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “What are you up to?”
His lips pursed as he thought for a moment. “Oh, about six foot three.”
“Stop,” she snapped.
Jaimee chuckled and pulled her along behind him. “Stop what?” he asked innocently.
“Evading my question. What are you up to?”
He stopped to face her, his eyes darkening and raking over her in a most sensual manner. One that made her heart skip in her chest. “I’m up to showing you a good time.”
“Yes. Now, how did the chat with Kira go?”
“It went well. Our secret is still safe, at least for now.”
“Until you tell her?” he asked with a sideways grin.
“More like until she figures it out on her own. She guessed I was sleeping with you.”
His fingers feathered down her back and over the curve of her hip. The heat of his touch scorched her through the thin material of her skirt. “It’s almost over. I promise. But what I have in mind for you this afternoon. Well…that’s just beginning.”
Nicole’s stomach flipped wondering just what it was he had in mind. After two years at Fantasy Bar, there wasn’t a whole lot the two of them hadn’t done, so she was intrigued that he could come up with something new. “Not even a hint?”
“Not yet. Maybe after lunch.”