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  “I did.” Lifting her foot onto his thigh he pressed his thumb to her arch and began to massage it.

  “That feels nice. If you’re looking for employment I may be able to give you a reference to the spa I use for my guests.”

  He chuckled. “Getting people employment is what I do.”

  “How? Do you work for the Employment Commission?” She settled deeper into the water allowing it to lap at her shoulders.

  “Hell, no. I’m a head hunter.”

  She frowned, not really having a clue what that was.

  “When a corporation wants to hire someone, usually management, VPs or executive positions, they call me. Or companies like mine.”

  “I thought they just advertise on their websites or other online job sites.” She didn’t know anything about high-level corporate America. Before she owned the business she worked as an interior designer.

  Trenton let go of one foot and picked up her other one. “Not when they want to ensure they get the best in the business and don’t have time to forage through hundreds of resumes for unqualified people.”

  “So they call you.”

  “I research perspective clients, or if they’ve heard good things about someone at another company they are interested in then I go to that person and attempt to persuade them over.”

  “I wouldn’t think that would work very often. Why would a person leave a place their successful and happy?”

  “Let me say I can be very persuasive.” He released her foot and slipped his hands along the outside of her legs and up her thighs.

  Her desire ignited again by his touch and the intense gaze in his hazel eyes, now a deep forest green.

  “Don’t be so far away, pretty duckie. I am lonely on this side of the bath.”

  “We can’t have that. It means I’m not doing my job.” With his help she moved to the other side of the tub and was guided by his strong hands to straddle his lap.

  “Much better.” Lifting handfuls of water he poured it over her breasts, making her nipples bead even more.

  “That feels nice.” She closed her eyes at the sensual feeling of rivulets dancing across her breasts.

  Trenton’s finger traced the path of water around one of her nipples. “I must admit, your skin already felt smooth and supple—” he palmed a breast and flicked his thumb across the peak, “—but with the chocolate stuff in the water you feel like silk.”

  His firm touch was wonderful. “Glad you like it.”

  “With you I do.”

  She wasn’t expecting a confession like that to come out of his mouth, so intimate. Opening her eyes she stared at him. Warning herself again not to give her heart to this man, she couldn’t deny the connection that seemed to be a constant presence between them.

  His own words must have shocked him as well, because he glanced away quickly, breaking the invisible bond. “So, are the champagne and raspberries for eating or some nefarious purpose?”

  “Definitely for eating.” Reaching over, she grabbed the bowl of berries and held it between them.

  “I hope you like raspberries, I dipped them myself.”

  “Glad you chose this fruit over strawberries, they’re my favorite.” The light in his eyes and large smile proved his words.

  “I’m glad. I love pineapples, but it’s hard to find a really good one out of season.”

  “Well, feed away.” He opened his mouth.

  Picking up a berry she placed it in his mouth. When she got to the third one, before she could remove her finger, he closed his mouth over it. Feeling the pull of his mouth and the sensual wrapping of his tongue around her digit increased her arousal. Sliding forward she ground her sex against his hard length. She let him suck it for a moment and slowly slipped it out of his mouth.

  “Now they are even better,” he whispered his tone husky.

  She ate a berry and then placed the bowl back on the platter and picked up the two glasses of champagne. Passing one of them to Trenton, she sipped from her glass.

  When she noticed he wasn’t drinking his, she wondered if she made a faux pas and maybe Trenton didn’t drink. “You don’t want your drink?”

  “Oh, I plan to drink it. I’m just waiting for you to put your glass down.”

  Unsure of why it was important for him that she put hers down, but she took one more drink and then set it on the side of the tub. “Okay, now you can dr— Ahh!”

  She squealed in shock, not expecting the icy alcohol to be poured over her breasts.

  “Now I can partake of the bubbly.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, bowed his head and began to lick the liquid from the tops of her skin.

  He moved from side to side, doing a thorough job of collecting all the champagne. When his mouth closed around one breast, suckling hard and pressing her nipple to the rough top of his mouth, she thought she would explode at the erotic sensation. Her clit throbbed. The building tension was swirling low in her belly, a hurricane ready to overtake her. She needed to come, needed release. Inching forward, she pressed against his hard cock. Reaching down, she closed her hand around the broad shaft and began squeezing and pumping him.

  Trenton groaned, the vibration played against the sensitive tip in his mouth and she shivered.

  “Please, Trenton,” she pleaded, not sure if she could take anymore without feeling him inside of her, easing the ache.

  Leaning away, he said, “There better be a condom in that basket of pleasure.”

  “There is,” she confirmed. It took her a few moments before she could pull herself away enough to reach inside the basket and removed the protection she’d placed inside earlier. With her sex left desolate over the last two years, she’d never renewed her pills six months ago when she ran out. She’d grabbed a few condoms from the storage room where she kept the supplies for the bungalows.

  In seconds she had him sheathed. Placing her hands on the side of his head, she buried her hands in the silky darks strand and kissed him. Her lips sealed against his, she guided her tongue into his mouth, tasting berries, chocolate, champagne and him. Trenton allowed her to keep control of the kiss, but as her tongue dipped in and out of his mouth he occasionally trapped it between his lips and drew on it. When the kiss ended, she felt like she was caught up in a cloud of pleasure as the steam continued to rise around them.

  Without missing a beat, he bowed his head again and took hold of her other breast. He began giving it the same treatment as the other as he gripped her hips lifting her.

  He held her effortlessly above his crown, while she still held his cock and guided it to her sex. Once she placed it against her opening, he relaxed his hands and she began to descend along his steel rod.

  She whimpered at the stretching of her sore sex, but didn’t stop. He felt too good gliding deeper. Settling on his lap, she ground herself against him before she began a rise and fall rhythm. His hands rested lightly on her hips as he leaned back and allowed her to control the ride. He may not have been moving much but the heat coming from his gaze as he watched her bouncing up and down his cock was just as much a turn on then if he were pumping his hips.

  “Damn, sweet duckie, you make a wonderful sight.”

  Her response was to swivel her hips and produce a growl from him.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” One of his hands slid forward and his thumb located her clit and pressed into it, manipulating the tiny nub.

  Gripping his shoulders, she tossed her head back and gyrated her hips. She worked her sex along his thick shaft and his deliciously torturous thumb. It didn’t take long before she was seeing stars. Her orgasm claimed her like a bull in a crystal shop, leaving her shattered but amazed.

  Trenton began to move, working his length over her sensitive walls. Electric sparks seemed to follow his movements, causing small explosions to go off inside of her.

  His other hand moved around the back of her hip. First one finger slipped inside of her ass, and he pressed and stroked along the puckered flesh increasing the desire
she felt in a wicked way. When his second finger entered she tried to shy away, not sure if she could take any more of the intense pleasure. She had anal sex once in the past, a long time ago with her last boyfriend, but it had been an awkward and clumsy experience. There had not been this powerful arousal she was experiencing just from Trenton’s touch. The strong feelings the man incited in her made her nervous, frightened to the core. Not because she thought he would hurt her, but she was finding it harder and harder to keep her heart disengaged.

  “Easy, duckie.” His tongue circled her nipple as the hand at her hip held her in place and his second digit stretched her ass even more.

  Unable to stop herself, she pushed down on his hand, sending his fingers further. Lifting his head, he plied her mouth with a passionate kiss. Soon he had her dizzy and enraptured in a vortex of sensations; his mouth, cock and hand had her drowning in a sea of lust.

  Everything stopped at the same time, causing an emptiness to gnaw at her as he removed himself from her and instructed her to lean against the side of the tub. There was no doubt in her mind what was coming. Her conclusion was made evident when Trenton plucked the small bottle of lubricant from the basket.

  Moving in behind her, he fit himself between her splayed thighs. The cool gel kissed her skin and made her jump as he coated the primed ring between her cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the concentration shown in his focused gaze as he applied an ample amount of clear gel over the condom covering his shaft.

  Pressing a hand on her back, he guided her shoulders down so that her ass lifted high, available to him. The cold touch of surface of the side of the tub was a direct contrast to the heat blazing in her sex and the burning of her ass as Trenton pushed inside of her. Inch by inch, he slipped deeper inside of her, caressing the sensitive channel as he withdrew and entered again.

  “Sweet Jolie, you’re so fucking tight.” Trenton licked up her spine.

  When he began a gentle rhythm in and out her ass, she was shocked. Not by the fact she was take his large cock completely, but by how each of his strokes heightened her arousal. At the moment, her clit throbbed in time with him and cream flowed from her sex, pooling between the folds.

  Unable to restrain herself, she brought a hand between her legs, manipulating her clit. She knew an orgasm was imminent. In the past she’d never even felt the urge to climax during anal sex, but it was barreling down on her now. She needed more. “Harder. Please, Trenton…”

  Taking her words to heart, he clutched her hips in strong hands and thrust his cock into her body, his pelvis slamming into her cheeks.

  One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six thrusts later Jolie found herself screaming, bucking and clawing at the side of the tub for purchase. Anything to hold onto and ground herself as her orgasm rocketed through her body like a tornado collecting everything in its path; her heart and soul with it.

  Her clit continued to jerk reflexively against her fingers as Trenton held her pressed to him and came with a loud groan, shuddering behind her.

  Her breathing returned to a normal beating as he placed light kisses along her shoulders and spine.

  “I could easily become addicted to you, Jolie.”

  ****

  Forty-five minutes later, he and Jolie found themselves bathed and sitting on a blanket in the living room with dinner on a large plate between them. Downstairs before the fire with a glass of wine in his hand, he was still questioning his own intelligence. Why he’d told her that he could become addicted to her still threw him for a loop. It wasn’t that it hadn’t been a thought for the last few hours, but not something he would’ve ever said. Words that carried weight and promises were dangerous. Addiction was something people couldn’t live without. This was one night. Tonight. After this he’d have to resign himself to the fact she would not be in his life anymore. It was one of his personal rules and, like the wearing of a condom, it was something he never went against. Never desired to push it aside.

  It was time to get on more neutral ground.

  “Tell me, was this something you’d always wanted to do?” he asked, placing his red wine on the coffee table on the other side of them.

  “Sensual Chocolate?”

  When he nodded, she continued.

  “Oh, no. I was an interior designer and I enjoyed my job. When I inherited all of this—” her hand spread out wide, making her robe gap giving him a flash of the swell of her breasts, “—I felt as if I would be dishonoring my uncle’s memory and faith in me if I didn’t take it.”

  The firelight played in the water at the rim of her lower lashes.

  “You must have loved him a lot, to put your life aside and take on a family fishing residence.” He ate while he listened to her talk. The roast before him was delicious and could rival any other from a fine restaurant. Even though Jolie said she was a simple cook, she was a good one.

  “I did. He was funny and caring. He loved people and making them happy. His wife passed away a few years after they married and he never married again. Uncle Johnny didn’t have any kids so he poured out everything on me and my siblings. He’d bring us here the week after school ended every year and we’d have a family week of fun. Aunts, uncles, cousins…we flooded the place.” She drank some of her own wine.

  “How many siblings do you have?”

  “There are seven of us. Four boys and three girls. I’m the youngest.”

  “No, shit?” He couldn’t understand being from a family so large. It was him and his mom. His mother had been her parents’ only child and he was hers.

  “No, shit.” She smiled at his shock and took a few bite of her food.

  “I would think with so many of you all, you wouldn’t be close.”

  “Not so. We are extremely close.” She unfolded her legs and pushed her feet closer to the fire, wiggling her toes.

  For a moment he had an image of how she looked as a little girl, pretty and full of life.

  “Are they in North Carolina too?”

  “Nope, scattered all over the US now. We traditionally get together at my parents’ house in Maryland every Thanksgiving.”

  She continued for a few minutes about the last get together and how many nieces and nephews she had and still getting most of the teasing from her siblings. Pushing his plate aside, he leaned back on one of his forearms and listened to her. He loved hearing her talk. It wasn’t just what she was saying that captivated him, but the sound of her voice, smooth and comforting as warm honey, drew him in.

  “Your turn. Tell me about your family.” Her bright topaz gaze was fixed on him, her face clear and expectant.

  Shit. This was why he avoided doing more with a woman he was interested in besides sex. It got sticky, complicated. The sharing of the feelings and life stories made him uncomfortable. Drawing a leg up, he rested a forearm on his pant-covered knees. His slacks were his only apparel, at first he’d felt comfortable sitting bare-chested before the roaring fire with Jolie, now he felt naked. Revealed.

  Not wanting to appear like a jerk, he tried to keep his comment light. He stared at the flickering flames instead of her. “It was just my mom and I for the most part. No family gatherings.”

  “Do you mind if I ask why your father wasn’t in your life?”

  Yes. He sighed, trying to think of a way out of the conversation, but unable to come up with anything. “He was until I was around thirteen.”

  “Did he pass away?” Her tone dropped to that kind of low octave that people used when they believed something would make a person sad.

  “Eventually.” Dragging his hands through his hair, he thought about telling her to piss off. It wouldn’t be the gentlemanly thing to say, but he wasn’t feeling like a kind man now. Emotions he’d spent most of his life keeping buried were beginning to rise to the surface and boil over, spewing all over his soul.

  He made the mistake of looking at Jolie. If there was ever an example of someone’s heart being in their eyes, it would be her, at this moment. Her eyes looked mo
re golden then brown, intense yet soft, as if any moment she’d wrap her arms around him and embrace him.

  You’re too old for a hug, Trenton, his mind screamed. He didn’t ask for an embrace, but he began to talk. “I thought my life was perfect when I was a child.” Scooting down, he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, feeling too raw to face her. “My dad seemed bigger than life. He taught me how to play cricket, came to all my games after I made the team. Spent time with me and Mum. Their relationship, to me, was perfect. I frequently caught them snogging or sitting on the couch laughing with each other when Dad was home. I used to think to myself ‘I want that’.”

  He paused and slipped a hand beneath his head. “When I was thirteen I learned that fairytales were for children. The reality of life and relationships were a bitch. People put up smoke screens.” He fell silent.

  The time must have stretched on too long, because Jolie asked, “What happened?”

  “On the day after my thirteenth birthday we got a call from a co-worker who went to my father’s hotel room when Dad didn’t show for the shuttle to the airport. My father had had a massive heart attack that morning. They got him to the hospital in New York. My father was a pilot, so his company arranged for us to get out of England immediately. By the time we got there my father had already had emergency surgery. A nurse directed us to his room. When we walked in there were a woman and boy standing beside his bed.” He swallowed attempting to relieve the tension building in his throat in remembrance of that day.

  It took all of his will to continued, but he did. “The woman was holding one hand and the boy the other.”

  “Stiles and his mother?” she surmised.

  He rolled his head to the side and looked at Jolie, who was staring at him. “You see, my father had two wives. As an international pilot he flew from Europe to the states on a regular. He and my mother had been married for seventeen years. At some point he met and married Marsha, Stiles’s mother, before Stiles was born. So there I was staring at a boy who looked nothing like me, but was my brother. The other son of my father.”

  “What happened next?”