Pleasure Trip

Pleasure Trip

Pleasure Trip

By Trista Ann Michaels Venus Press LLC

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Trista Ann Michaels

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PLEASURE TRIP Copyright © 2006 by Trista Ann Micheals ISBN: 1-59836-235-6 Cover art and design © 2006 by Croco All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any form without permission, except as provided by the U.S. Copyright Law. Printed and bound in the United States of America. For information, you can find us on the web at www.VenusPress.com

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Pleasure Trip

Chapter One

“We have four days in paradise. What’s the plan?” Kayla smiled at her best friend, and fellow flight attendant, Jordan Mills. He was a lot of fun and so much easier to talk to than most women. He always told her what she needed to hear, good or bad. “Lots of relaxation on the beach,” she sighed. Jordan nodded. “I could use some work on my tan.” He eyed her skeptically. “And so could you.” “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine.” Jordan laughed and stuffed the blanket back into the first class overhead compartment. “I hope you brought that skimpy two piece number of yours. We’ll be sharing the beach with sexy captain you know who.” Kayla pressed her lips into a firm line. “Don’t start, Jordan.” “Start what?” he asked. “I wasn’t going to mention how you watch every move he makes or how he stares at you like a dieter stares at a chocolate bar.” She let loose a loud sigh. “He’s not my type.” “Since when is tall, blond, and gorgeous not your type?” “Since he’s the captain of this plane as well as one of the biggest womanizers in the airline industry. Besides, you know how I feel about getting involved with pilots. I want a boyfriend that will actually be home more than twelve days a month.” “I’m not talking about a relationship, sweetheart,” Jordan purred and handed her an empty cup from the back of a seat. “I’m talking about sex. Hot, wild, sex. I’ve heard some of the women talk and from what I hear, he’s the man.” Shaking her head, she tied the trash bag. Passengers had disembarked several minutes ago and they were taking care of last minute clean up while they waited on maintenance to pick up the plane. The unexpected breakdown had left them with a four4

Trista Ann Michaels day layover, which was fine by her. She’d never been to Jamaica, so she was looking forward to sightseeing. Unfortunately, Jordan was bound and determined to either get her fixed up with the infamous Captain Steve Hawkins or at least get her to admit she had the hots for him. Oh, God, did she have the hots for him. She’d never admitted that to anyone, even Jordan. Steve stood a couple of inches over six feet and had the most seductive green eyes she’d ever seen. Combine that with his dark blond hair and muscular build, he was one hell of a package. And he knew it. Nothing like an arrogant man to ruin the image. “How good he is in bed is irrelevant. He’s a pilot and I don’t date or sleep with pilots. Period. End of discussion,” she said firmly and closed the first class closet. “Captain Hawkins is off limits, no matter how gorgeous he is.” “Girl,” Jordan admonished. “You need your head examined.”

*** Steve stood just inside the cockpit door and grinned. So the untouchable Kayla thought he was gorgeous. He’d secretly had the hots for her since the first day he met her. When an opening became available for a first class flight attendant, he’d recommended her. It wasn’t just because he wanted her closer to him, he knew she would make a good one and he’d been right. Her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and luscious figure usually made her the first thing the male passengers noticed when they stepped on board. Her sweet voice and outgoing personality always kept them at ease. Unfortunately he was never the recipient of that sweet side he liked so much. With him, she was all business and professional. She never once rose to his bait or even acted as though she caught on he was flirting with her. He was almost ready to throw in the towel, until he overheard her conversation with Jordan. If she was attracted to him physically, there was hope. He shook his head at himself, unable to believe he was actually standing here hanging onto her every word. He could have most any woman he wanted, unfortunately, the woman he wanted most was the one woman who gave him the cold shoulder. Was that the attraction? Was it the challenge? He didn’t think so, and he wanted the opportunity to find out. 5

Pleasure Trip “What’s so interesting?” his first officer, Carl Scott asked. Steve put his finger against his lips. “I’m listening to Kayla and Jordan.” “What do you care what a gay guy has to say about you?” The amusement in his voice was obvious, and Steve smacked the back of his head. “I care about what Kayla has to say.” “And what does she have to say?” Steve smiled. “She thinks I’m gorgeous.” “Her and every other woman that’s been within five feet of you.” “You sound a little jealous, Carl,” Steven snickered, aggravating his friend. Carl scowled. “In your dreams. Go back to your eavesdropping, asshole.” Steve laughed and looked at his watch. “Actually, if we’re finished with everything, we should clear out and head to the hotel.” “Do we have one?” “That’s a good question.” Pulling his phone from the belt clip, he called dispatch. Since he’d been flying international flights, he decided to pick up one of the new satellite phones. It had been expensive, but a good investment. The dispatcher answered after the third ring. “Dispatch, Bruce.” “Hey, Bruce. It’s Steve. You got us a hotel in Jamaica yet?” “Yeah, I was just about to call you. They’re on their way and will meet you at baggage claim.” “Perfect. Where are we staying?” “Jamaica Grand Hilton. It’s right on the beach.” “Thanks, Bruce,” Steve said, then flipped his phone closed. “Well, looks like we have accommodations, right on the white sands of Jamaica.” Carl smiled. “Wonder if I can get my wife down here.” Steve tossed him his cell phone. “Call and list her.” While Carl took care of getting his wife on the way, Steve tried to think of a way to get closer to Kayla.

*** Steve stepped out of the hotel van and helped the ladies exit. Kayla glanced down at his outstretched palm before slipping her tiny hand into his. Her fingers felt warm within his grasp, and a tingle ran up his arm. 6

Trista Ann Michaels For a moment, the sensation startled him, leaving him staring at her like an idiot. A warm Jamaica breeze blew, sending her scent floating through his senses. Vanilla. She smelled like vanilla. She tugged at her hand and frowned when he didn’t immediately release it. “Sorry,” he mumbled and dropped her hand. “You going to help me down?” Jordan asked with a teasing grin. Steve raised a brow. “You look like you need help all right, but not with getting down.” Jordan snickered and stepped down. “I saw that.” Steven frowned, pulling his gaze from the soft sway of Kayla’s hips. “Saw what?” “Honey, you stare at her like a gay man stares at a body builder.” With a shrug, Steve shut the van door. “She’s adorable.” He let his gaze travel the length of her hour glass figure and his cock twitched at the thought of sinking between those firm thighs. “As well as sexy as hell.” “You’re preaching to the choir, cap.” Leaning closer, Steve whispered in his ear. “You’re her friend. What’s with the cold shoulder?” “You mean the one she gives you?” Jordan asked and followed him to the back of the van to retrieve their luggage. “That would be the one.” “Why do you ask?” Steve shrugged and pulled up the handle of his suitcase. The two of them hung back slightly, allowing the first officer and the flight attendants to move into the hotel ahead of them. “You have to give me a reason, Steve. If you’re just looking for a weekend fling, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” “What if I’m looking for more than that?” “Then I would tell you, her father was a pilot and he cheated on her mother.” Jordan glanced at his nails. “She doesn’t trust pilots” Steve frowned. “She lumps us all into a pile because of her father? That’s a little unfair, don’t you think?”

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Pleasure Trip “There’s more to it than that, but basically, she wants someone who will be there for her, not off flying all the time. And then there’s that little problem of your reputation.” Steve narrowed his eyes. “What reputation?” Jordan raised a brow. “Oh, that one.” Steve cringed. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear.” “Well, believe me, I hear a lot and so does she. She’s not a one night stand or weekend fling type.” Steve nodded and gazed around the lobby. Shiny Mexican tile decorated a floor filled with potted tropical plants and wicker furniture. It was a beautiful place, and Kayla fit right in to the elegant atmosphere. “You’re right,” Steve agreed as he stared, enthralled at Kayla. She was laughing at something the first officer said and her smile lit up her whole face. “She’s the type you put on a pedestal and spoil rotten. The type you give your soul to.” “Wow,” Jordan sighed and placed his hand over his chest. “Didn’t know you had it in you.” Neither did I, Steve thought to himself.

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Chapter Two

Stepping into her room, Kayla immediately opened the sliding glass doors that exited onto a private patio. She smiled, inhaling the mixture of salty ocean and Jasmine. The turquoise waves and white sands called to her; beckoned her to make her way through the lush tropical vegetation and dive in. It was still early in the day, not even noon, and her stomach growled from hunger. The muffin she’d eaten at five this morning was long gone. Moving back into the room, she sat on the king size bed and dialed Jordan’s suite. “Pleasure palace,” he drawled, making Kayla chuckle. “Expecting someone else?” “Well, I was hoping you were the cute cabana boy.” She couldn’t help but smile at Jordan’s flaming personality. He could be such a hoot sometimes. “Sorry to disappoint you.” “That’s okay. I’ve got four days.” “How about some lunch?” “You know I’m always up for food. Meet you in the lobby?” “Give me about fifteen minutes to change.” “I need to change, too. We also need to do some shopping. I don’t have enough clothes to last me.” Kayla glanced at her suitcase lying on the dresser. “I need some also, but we can’t get too much. We’ll never get it home in these small suitcases.” “I’ll ship the clothes home.” Kayla giggled. She knew he’d do exactly that. “Lobby, twenty minutes.” “Be there or be square,” he sang. “Nut,” she said, then set the phone in the cradle.

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Pleasure Trip With a sigh, she walked over to her suitcase and began to unzip it. Immediately, she realized it wasn’t hers. It was very similar, but the outside pocket was slightly different. Who’s bag is this? Flipping open the top, she saw the pilot shirts and shaving kit. It was either the first officer’s or the captain’s. She lifted the top flap further and noticed the picture in the netting usually reserved for underwear. It was Steve holding an absolutely adorable little girl, with chestnut hair and eyes the color of chocolate. I didn’t know he had a daughter. They were dressed in matching Atlanta Braves T-shirts. Steve had a Braves ball cap on, the little girl held hers in her hand. The adoration in her eyes as she smiled at Steve made her heart melt. There was no doubt she loved her daddy. A knock sounded at the door, and she strolled over, picture in hand to open it. Steve stood on the other side, a grin spreading his lips and her white silk camisole dangling from his outstretched hand. Her heart nearly jumped from her chest. The man was an absolute dream and a sudden surge of jealousy filled her chest at the woman who was lucky enough to have his child. “I called the other flight attendants. By process of elimination, I figured out this was yours,” he said. “Oh.” She quickly snatched the material from his fingers. “Thanks. I just realized I had yours.” She held up the picture. “I didn’t know you had a daughter. She’s beautiful.” “Thank you, but she’s not mine.” “No?” For some reason, relief swept through her. “Niece?” “No, that’s Nicole. Nick and Lindsey Shaw’s daughter.” “Captain Nicholas Shaw?” she asked and looked back down at the snapshot. Now she could see the resemblance. She had Nick’s brown eyes. He and Steve were best friends and usually flew all their flights together until Steve upgraded to captain two years ago. “Yeah, she looks just like him, doesn’t she?” “Yes, she does.” Kayla stepped aside, allowing him to enter and pointed toward the luggage stand. “Your suitcase is over there.” 10

Trista Ann Michaels “Thanks. What made you think she was mine?” He zipped his suitcase closed and moved it, replacing hers to the stand. She stood mesmerized by the sight of his firm ass and wide shoulders. For a fleeting second, she imagined what it would feel like to have his powerful hands stroking her flesh. That’s all it took to set her heart racing and her pussy throbbing. Turning away, she remembered his question. “She stares at you like an adoring daughter.” A deep chuckle sounded from his chest and her whole body tingled. “The feeling is mutual.” He took the picture from her hand and smiled as he studied the image. “I love this little girl like she was my own. She says she’s going to marry me when she grows up.” Kayla smiled. “How old is she?” “She’ll be four this month.” His gaze bore into hers, holding her captive. With a start, she realized she’d been holding her breath and tried to break away from the smoldering look in his deep green eyes, but found she couldn’t. “You have the prettiest, blue eyes.” He said it so softly, she wasn’t even sure she heard him correctly. He took a small step toward her. Her body wanted to meet him halfway, but her common sense won out. He wasn’t for her. She didn’t want to get involved with a pilot. She saw how lonely her mother had been, not to mention all the pilots she worked with who she knew were married, but still had fun on the side. She didn’t want that for herself. She didn’t want to have to always worry. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back, twisting her fingers nervously. Damn, she wanted to fuck this man. Had for a long time. This was the only time they’d ever really been alone and her desire for him hit her like a wrecking ball. Her senses were in overdrive, picking up his musky sent like a dog picks up the scent of meat. The pounding between her legs screamed, take me, fuck me till I can’t walk, so she took another step back for good measure. “I told Jordan I would meet him downstairs for lunch, so I should probably get changed.” Steve nodded. “I should probably go then.” But he didn’t. Instead, he stood there as though he wanted to say something more. “Steve.” 11

Pleasure Trip “Kayla,” they both spoke at the same time. Smiling, she waved her hand. “Go ahead.” “I have to go into town later. I didn’t bring enough street clothes, and I wanted to see if you would like to join me. I’m afraid I’m lousy at shopping and could use a woman’s opinion.” A woman’s opinion my ass. Steve was a great dresser, she was certain he could pick out clothes without her help, but as she met his expectant gaze, she wondered what would be the harm? Her and Jordan needed to shop as well. “Jordan and I were going to do some shopping after lunch. You're more than welcome to join us. Jordan has great taste in clothes." ”Sounds like a plan to me,” he replied with a charming smile. If he gazed at her like that too much, he could have her out of her clothes in a flash. She strolled to the door and opened it. “Great. I’ll see you downstairs.” With a nod, he left the room. She let go of the handle, letting it slam shut with a bang. For a moment, she just stared at it trying to settle her racing heart. What the hell am I doing?

*** “Afternoon, Cap. Where are you off to?” Jordan asked in his usual chipper attitude, making Kayla grin. She’d just met up with Jordan in the lobby and hadn’t had a chance to tell him they would have a third before Steve joined them. “I’m off to shop with you two,” Steve replied. “Really?” Jordan turned and gave Kayla his best ‘you go girl’ look. Kayla returned his look with a scowl. “Our suitcases were switched and while we exchanged them back, he mentioned he needed to go shopping.” Jordan’s grin widened. “So you just thought what the hell, right?” “Right,” Kayla replied through clenched teeth. Sometimes she wondered what she saw in him as a friend. “Well, sounds good to me.” Jordan gave Steve a once over. “I can dress a man almost as well as I can undress him.” Steve’s brow rose and his lips twitched as though fighting a smile. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll dress myself.” 12

Trista Ann Michaels Jordan shrugged in nonchalance. “Your loss.” Kayla shook her head, a small giggle erupting from her chest. Steve glanced in her direction and her whole body heated. God, the man was such a dream-a hot, wet dream. Leaning closer, he whispered in her ear. “But now if you would like to dress me…” Dressing him was the last thing on her mind and she had a sneaking suspicion he knew that. Without comment, she walked toward the counter and ordered a cab for their trip to the market. Anything and everything you could possibly want could be found there. From flea-market type finds to elegant shops, they had it all. The short drive to the market went quickly, which made Kayla sigh in relief. Jordan had jumped in the front, leaving her and Steve in the back sitting way too close for comfort. The cab was hot, which only served to intensify the heat she felt coming off Steve’s skin. His scent, woodsy and musky, invaded her senses and sealed itself into her memory. As soon as the cab came to a stop, she jumped out, trying to put distance between her and her gorgeous captain--although he looked nothing like a captain in his jeans and t-shirt but more like a sexy stud. A sexy stud she’d had a huge crush on since the day she met him. Kayla led the way down the sidewalk, the warm afternoon sun heating her skin. Thin clothes was definitely in order. Something sleeveless would be even better. She could hear Steve and Jordan talking behind her. At one point Steve laughed and the sound was so deep, so masculine it made her skin prickle in desire. Inwardly she was impressed. Most of the male pilots she flew with kept their distance from Jordan. They were too afraid being around him would make other people think they were gay. But not Steve. He seemed to genially enjoy Jordan’s company and gave Jordan as good as he gave. The flaming flight attendant had been her best friend for almost three years now and her heart melted toward Steve a little more. “No. No. No,” she mumbled. “What was that, Kay?” Jordan asked. “Nothing,” she threw over her shoulder. Her face flushed in embarrassment, and she was glad she could use the hot sun as an excuse. 13

Pleasure Trip “This looks like a good shop.” Steve stopped and pointed toward one of the many buildings. The street was cobblestone. The store fronts made to look like shops would in colonial times. It was very beautiful with large shade trees and potted plants lining the sidewalks. Jordan snorted as he stared at the pricey clothes covering the mannequins. “And you say you’re not gay.” Steve raised his brow. “Excuse me?” A giggle escaped Kayla’s lips as she watched Steve stare down a non-plussed Jordan. “You apparently have the same taste in clothes as Jordan.” Steve shrugged, a shocked expression on his face. “If the type of clothes you wear determines if you’re gay or not, then people have probably mistook me for gay for quite sometime.” Kayla crossed her arms, studying him with amusement. “I guess that would explain it then.” He crossed his arms as well, mimicking her stance. “Explain what?” “Why the women like you so much.” He raised a brow, and she smiled. “They’re trying to convert you.” Steve laughed. “Jokes on them, I guess, huh?” He nodded toward the open doorway, a cool breeze flowing out to entice hot and weary shoppers. “How about you help me find something that’s a little more masculine?” She snorted and walked past him into the store. Like he needed anything to make him look more masculine. He came up behind her and whispered suggestively in her ear, “Then maybe later we’ll find something for you that’s sexy.” Her rising desire for Steve made her think it. The little devil riding on her shoulder made her say it. “I don’t need sexy clothes. I’m my sexiest in nothing at all.” She glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of his heated expression. His eyes darkened, his nostrils flared and the muscle in his cheek jerked. As she walked away, a smile of pure female satisfaction spread her lips.

*** Steve ran his hand down his face, trying real hard not to make a fool of himself. He’d spent the better part of the last couple of hours watching Kayla try on outfits. Damn, the woman had a body. One that the flight attendant uniform didn’t even come close to hinting at. 14

Trista Ann Michaels When she came out of the dressing room shaking her ass, deliberately he was sure, it took everything in him not to reach across the short distance that separated them and pat that adorable mound. Jordan would laugh and egg her on. Much to Steve’s torture. She still seemed uptight around him, like he made her nervous, but he was slowly making progress. Occasionally, she would flirt back with him, which made his heart flutter in his chest like a randy teenager. His stomach growled loudly making Kayla and Jordan stare at him in amusement. He shrugged. “I’m hungry, okay?” Jordan shook his head. “And I’m assuming you want us to stop and get you something to eat?” “The two of you have more than enough clothes to do you. How about we head back to the resort for dinner?” “That actually sounds like a good idea. Come on, Kay. Let’s go eat.” Steve didn’t miss the fact that Jordan seemed a whole lot happier about the idea than Kayla did. He wasn’t giving up, even if he had to dog her this whole trip. Eventually he’d make sexy Kayla his.

*** Kayla walked into the restaurant with Steve and Jordan in tow. The casual atmosphere was noisy and festive. The scent of grilled chicken and seafood hung in the air, making her all the more hungry. Much to her chagrin, she enjoyed the afternoon with Steve, more than she wanted to admit. It was a terrible thing to have a huge case of lust for a guy you knew was totally wrong for you. Steve placed his hand at the small of her back, sending a shimmer of awareness up her spine. The heat of his touch scorched her flesh beneath the silk top she wore as he escorted her to a small table in the corner. He pulled a chair out for her and smiled. “Is this okay?” “This is fine. Wouldn’t you rather have dinner with Carl?” Steve nodded toward the other side of the room. “He’s with his wife.” Glancing around, she spotted the first officer and his wife at a corner table. Well, I guess there goes that idea. “She got here fast,” Kayla observed. 15

Pleasure Trip “Carl called while I was waiting on you to change for dinner. He said she caught the first flight she could and got here a couple of hours ago. My guess is, we won’t be seeing much of him this layover.” “Ya think?” Jordan drawled. She sat and Jordan pulled out the chair next to her and sat down as well. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be, Jordan?” Steve asked waving his hand. “Some unsuspecting man you need to seduce?” Jordan quickly turned to Kayla, and she shook her head ever so slightly. It was enough that Jordan caught the hint. She just didn’t trust herself alone with him. “Oh, there’s lots of men here to play with.” Jordan shrugged. “But Kay says no.” The toe of her shoe caught his calf under the table. “Oouch,” he whined and glared at her. “I don’t bite...Kay.” Steve grinned and her breath caught in her chest. Oh, God. What she wouldn’t give to be bitten by him. Jordan snorted and picked up his glass of water. “Now where’s the fun in that?” She stared at him in shock, and Jordan raised a well-shaped eyebrow. “What?” Shaking his head, Steve grinned and took the seat across from her. “If you’re nothing else, Jordan, you’re entertaining.” Kayla couldn’t stop her eyes from straying to Steve’s partially open shirt and the expanse of hard tan chest. He had apparently changed for dinner as well. For a moment, she imagined skimming her fingers over it, feeling the heat of his skin, the hardness of the muscle she knew lay beneath. Her heart sped up as she envisioned the taste of him beneath her lips, the scent of him invading her senses. She could imagine the touch of his fingers as they slid over her body, the gentle caress of his lips as they--“Can I get you something from the bar this evening?” The waiter’s deep Jamaican accent startled her and she jumped, then felt the heat of a blush creep up her cheeks when she realized Steve had been watching her. His eyes crinkled in amusement and the flush deepened. ”I’ll take ice water with lemon,” she croaked out. “No wine, Kay? You love wine.” Jordan looked at her in surprise, and she scrunched her nose in a grimace. “Somehow, I don’t think wine would be a good idea tonight.” 16

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Chapter Three

“Wait.” Kayla grabbed the waiter’s sleeve, and he glanced at her over his shoulder. “Yes, ma’am?” “I’ll take a glass of red wine, after all.” “Of course.” Steve bent his head to try and hide his smile. She was so cute. He’d spent most of the afternoon teasing her, flirting. A few times she’d actually flirted back, but her wall had remained in tact. Determination to chip away at that wall swept through him. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted her. And not just for a night. She’d changed before coming down to dinner into the outfit she’d purchased earlier today. White linen slacks and a light pink silk top that showed just a hint of tan stomach. Her blonde hair hung loose around her shoulders and had begun to curl from the island’s high humidity. An ocean breeze blew through the open French doors and ruffled her bangs. He clenched his fist to keep from brushing them out of her eyes. She beat him to it and swiped at them with the back of her fingers. Her blue gaze full of uncertainty and barely controlled desire glanced in his direction, and he grinned. She visibly swallowed and grabbed her water glass, diverting her attention elsewhere. A vision of his face buried between her thighs passed through his mind, making him squirm. He shouldn’t let his thoughts trail off in that direction. He wouldn’t be able to stand for fear of his rock hard cock making what was on his mind quite obvious. “How long do you think we’ll be here, cap?” Jordan asked. Silently Steve was thankful for the intrusion. “Probably about four days, maybe five. I talked with maintenance earlier. They have to order a part and have it flown in.” “It seems like such a waist of company money to keep us here,” Kayla mused. 18

Trista Ann Michaels Steve shrugged. “A crew has to stay with the plane. Either they keep us here or they send another one down.” He let his gaze travel down Kayla’s slim neck, making her blush before traveling back to her slightly irritated stare. “Personally, I’d rather be the one to stay here. Wouldn’t you?” “I suppose,” Kayla mumbled, looking away. “Had any luck with that cabana boy, Jordan?” Steve asked with a smirk. Jordan sighed, but then smiled. “I’m getting there. He seems a little shy so my usual, ‘let’s go have sex’ probably wouldn’t work.” Kayla laughed, and Steve couldn’t take his gaze off her. God, she was gorgeous and his cock again hardened painfully. Damn it. “I can’t believe you actually just walk up to men and say ‘let’s go have sex’.” “Why not? They’re men after all. What about you, cap?” Steven snorted. “No, Jordan. I’m flattered, but I’m not interested in having sex with you.” Jordan rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t talking about that. I meant would that line work on you if a woman said it?” “Ah,” Steve replied, barely containing his grin. He knew what Jordan had meant, he just liked aggravating the man. He leaned back in his chair and shot a glance toward Kayla. She watched him with interest and just a little bit of lust shinning in those intelligent blue eyes. “It depends on the woman, I suppose.” Kayla shook her head and grabbed the wineglass the waiter set on the table. “Well, I can assure you a woman wouldn’t fall for that line.” Steve nodded a thank you to the waiter as he set his beer glass in front of him. “So what would it take to get you in bed, Kayla?” A surprised expression crossed her features before she narrowed her eyes. The blue darkened just a tad, making them mirror the deep blue of the ocean outside. “More than what you have, I’m sure.” Jordan choked on his mixed drink and quickly wiped at his mouth with a napkin. The woman had a bite to her. The idea of just how feisty she could get intrigued him. He liked feisty women, especially in bed. “Oh I can assure you, sweetheart. I have plenty.” They continued to stare at one another in silent battle, neither willing to be the one to give in and look away first. Steve ran his tongue along his lips, wetting them. Her gaze 19

Pleasure Trip followed his movement, making his damn cock even harder. The rise and fall of her breasts increased slightly, and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her nipples, which had begun to harden beneath the silk of her blouse. The waiter cleared his throat, gaining their attention. “I hate to interrupt such an interesting battle, but have you decided what you’d like to have for dinner?” You mean besides the woman across from me, laid out on a bed of rose pedals with whipped cream spread all over her. My tongue slowly licking every drop from her flesh, her lips begging me to fuck her. Steve coughed, trying to get his mind out of the gutter. “I’ll take the Island Chicken.” The rest placed their orders as well and the tension eased somewhat from earlier. Jordan saw someone across the room and waved with a smile. “If you two will excuse me. I think I might be making a little progress.” Steve looked and smirked at the young man waving toward Jordan. He shook his head and swallowed a sip of beer. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Honey,” Jordan began. “Everything I do is something you wouldn’t do.” Kayla chuckled and covered her mouth as Jordan walked over to join the other man. “How in the hell did the two of you ever become friends?” Steve asked Kayla. She shrugged, a smile lifting the corner of her lips. “We just hit it off from the very beginning. He’s easy to talk to. He tells me like it is, which is what I need sometimes.” She stated at the table, her brow drawn in a frown. “I’m sorry about that comment.” “What comment?” Her gaze met his, and he raised his beer glass with a smile. “See. Already forgotten.”

*** Standing on the beach, Kayla sighed as the night wind blew her hair back from her face. She loved the smell of the ocean and breathed deeper of its heady scent. Even though dinner was hours ago, she could still smell Steve. His musky, woodsy scent had stuck with her, making it hard to forget him. Even for a second. She’d awoke from a dream of her and Steve entwined in the bed sheets, his cock plunging between her legs, his teeth nibbling the sensitive spot behind her ear. He was 20

Trista Ann Michaels thick and long, stretching her beyond her limits, the sensation bordering on pain. But damn, it had felt good. Her whole body ached still. Ached for his touch, his whispered words. She’d thrown on a bathing suit and came to the waves, hoping the cool water splashing around her calves would cool her lust. No such luck. A warm hand settled at her waist, and she jumped. Her heart hammered in her chest as his scent crashed through her senses. She didn’t have to turn to know who was there. “Fancy meeting you here.” Steve’s voice rumbled in her ear, setting her flesh on fire. The heat from his body seeped into her back, and she fought the desire to lean into him, to covet more of the warmth. “What are you doing out here?” she croaked, her voice betraying the agitated state of her body. “The same thing that you are, most likely.” His other hand came up to settle on the side of her hip, pulling her back against him. His chin nudged her hair away from her ear, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the skin just below it, making her shiver. “I had this incredible dream.” “What kind of a dream?” she asked, then almost cringed. She didn’t want to know about his dream. Did she? “You and I were here, on the beach.” His hands slid around her waist, settling just below her bikini bra and her breathing hitched. His lips softly brushed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head without thought, welcoming more of his heated touch. “We were stretched out in the sand, your nails scratching my back. My lips moved down your body, kissing you here and here.” His fingers brushed across her ribs and lower to her belly button. “Then they moved lower.” And so did his hands. Kayla bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. She needed to stop him before it went any further. But god, she couldn’t. “You smell like vanilla. Do you taste like that as well, Kayla? Is your pussy coated in your juices?” 21

Pleasure Trip His fingers moved between her legs and slid aside the crotch of her suit. Her knees felt weak as heat singed her flesh. A gentle touch swept along her slit and her face burned in mortification. He would know how much she wanted him, how wet she was. She squirmed, turning in his arms. “Steve,” she whispered. His lips captured hers, his tongue invading to explore and immediately put an end to any argument she might have. Wow, the man could kiss. Soft and gentle, yet demanding at the same time. Pulling her lower lip into his mouth, he sucked then let it go with a pop. His middle fingers dipped into her channel, teasing that sensitive spot just inside the opening. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he whispered. She shook her head, unable to answer around the wave of lust that strangled her. “I want to taste you, Kayla, then fill you with my cock until you beg me to stop.” “We can’t do this,” she croaked, pushing at his hand. “In a way you’re my boss. Steve, please.” He moved his hand, and she almost fell backward into the water. Her legs were like spaghetti, and she had to grab his forearm to steady herself. How could she have let it get this far? What was wrong with her? He comes up behind her, starts talking dirty and the next thing she knows he’s fondling her to the point of orgasm. Raising her chin, she shoved his arm aside and snapped, “I will not be another one of your conquests, Steve. I’m not a plaything and I refuse to be treated like one.” “That’s not what I’m doing—“ “The hell it’s not. I know how you operate. I’ve heard the flight attendants talk.” Steve ran his hand through his hair, his lips thinning into a tight line. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Kayla. Yeah, I’ve fooled around. But damn it, do you really think I’ve slept with over half the attendants at National?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I don’t now. Have you?” “No!” She sighed and spread her arms. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not getting involved with a pilot, especially you.” With that, she stormed past him and headed to her room with as much dignity as she could muster. The man made her crazy and she couldn’t believe she’d actually let him touch her pussy. It was the way he talked. 22

Trista Ann Michaels She rolled her eyes and glanced up at the stars. Men who talked dirty were her weakness. Someone who was good at it could make her orgasm with just words, and Steve was definitely good at it. She needed to stay away from him. Before she realized what she was doing, she stood outside Jordan’s door. Raising her hand, she knocked loudly. “Jordan. It’s me. You still up?” Jordan opened the door, the white hotel robe tied around his waist. She quickly brushed past him into the room. “You are not going to believe what I just almost did…” She came to an abrupt stop at the sight of the naked man in Jordan’s bed. The sheet around his waist, his bare chest and face as red as hers must be. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” As fast as possible, she spun around and headed for the door. Jordan grabbed her arm and stopped her. “It’s okay. Come to the bathroom.” Over his shoulder, he added, “I’ll be right back.” Kayla sat on the side of the tub and dropped her head in her hands. Her face still burned in embarrassment. How could she have just walked in without thinking like that? “I’m so sorry, Jordan.” He sat on the tub next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. “It’s fine. We were in between rounds anyway.” Kayla groaned, making Jordan chuckle. “You’re upset, doll. Tell me what’s wrong.” “I ran into Steve on the beach.” “Yeah? And?” “And.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I let him...” “Honey you’re killing me. Let him what?” “I let him grope me!” Jordan chuckled. “Well, did you at least get an orgasm out of it?” She squeezed her temples, trying not to laugh herself. She sounded like some kind of skittish teenager despondent over the fact she’d just let her boyfriend get to first base. Well, actually it was third. “No,” she mumbled. “Ah honey, have I taught you nothing.” She snapped her head up and glared at him. “This isn’t funny!” 23

Pleasure Trip He patted her knee, not the least offended at her snappy attitude. “Have you wondered yet, why he got as far as he did before you stopped him?” She waved her hand through the air. “I know why. I know I’m attracted to him and so do you. Okay, I’ve admitted it, there it is.” “There it is,” he agreed with a smile. “So what are you not saying, Jordan?” He shrugged. “Just have sex with the guy, Kayla. You’re usually not so uptight about it. You’ve even done a threesome once or twice. If you can do that, you can fuck this guy.” Kayle studied her fingernails, trying not to look at her friend. He was right. This should be easier for her. “It’s different with him,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “How so?” Jordan asked. “I don’t know.” He lifted her chin with his finger and smiled gently. “You’re lying. You know exactly why he’s different. And so do I. Do whatever you think is best. Fuck him or don’t. But don’t string him along. Either stay away from him, which will be hard to do here, or just give in. Personally, I think you should just make a deal to sleep with the guy here. Bang the hell out of him and get it out of your system. Make it clear right up front that it’s only here. Once you’re back home, it’s over.” “I’ll think about it.” “Good, now go get some sleep and let me bang the hell out of my island fling.” Jordan kissed Kayla on the cheek and watched her as she meandered down the hall at a snail’s pace. He knew that if they’d just spend a little time together, they’d realize how much they cared for one another, how much they belonged together. Well, he’d planted the seed in Kayla’s mind. It was now time to work on Steve, although he doubted that would be hard to do. After all, he’d just tried to seduce Kayla on the beach. Jordan grinned. This should be an interesting layover.

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Chapter Four

Steve wandered around the resort keeping an eye out for Kayla. The warm, afternoon tropical sun shone bright, beating down on the concrete path that weaved through the vegetation of the resort. He regretted not bringing his sunglasses and shielded his eyes against the glare. So far he hadn’t seen Kayla yet. But god, he could still feel her, smell her. Last night she’d felt so perfect in his arms. Her tiny frame molded to his, setting his blood on fire. Unfortunately, she’d run. He’d come on too strong. But the second he’d seen her standing in those waves, her hair cascading down her back, the moonlight glistening off the drops of water clinging to her flesh, he couldn’t resist touching her, tasting her. Ahead of him they were opening up the restaurant for lunch and Steve remembered Kayla had made reservations there for tonight. It wasn’t the only one here, but it was the only one that required reservations. An idea came to him and he walked over, pulling a twenty out of his wallet. Five minutes later, he’d canceled her reservations and added his own. They would be full later and if she wanted to eat there, she would be forced to eat with him. Damn, he felt low. For the first time in his life, he was being sneaky to get a date. “What the hell are you doing?” Steve spun around and caught Jordan staring at him with narrowed eyes. He shrugged. “Just making reservations for dinner.” “You canceled Kayla’s.” “So I’m sinking to a new low. Sue me.” “Ya think?” With a sigh, Steve continued toward the beach front rooms, Jordan close on his heels. “She’ll be furious. You should just go ahead, pack your things and go stand in the streets of Iraq dressed as Uncle Sam. They’d be easier on you than she would be.” 25

Pleasure Trip “Not if you don’t tell her.” “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” Steve came to a stop and stared out at the crowded beach. Sunlight reflected off the water, making him squint. What reason did he have? He’d just done something he swore he’d never do. Manipulate a date. He turned to look at Jordan. “You know. I don’t know if I can.” “Look, Steve. I’m not stupid. I’ve seen what’s in your eyes when you look at her. But I also know what’s in her heart. You scare her. And that scares me. I don’t want to see her hurt.” “I would never intentionally hurt her, Jordan.” “All right, big boy. I won’t say anything, but for her sake keep it strictly physical. No promises, no sweet words of love, just sex.” “What makes you think she would even agree to have sex with me?” “Call it a hunch. Why don’t you make the proposition first? Offer her an island fling?” “An island fling?” “Sure. Just remember what I said. If you agree to keep it strictly physical, no emotions, she would probably agree to that much quicker.” “Why are you doing this?” Steve asked as he studied the tall, muscular man. His brown eyes shone with intelligence and just a hint of mischief. As though he were setting him up for something. “I think a fling would be good for her. It would keep her busy and out of my sex life for the duration of the trip. Not that I don’t love Kayla, you understand, I just want her to get a little. Maybe then she won’t be so snappy.” Steve chuckled at that bit of logic. “Has she been snappy lately?” “You’ve seen her. What do you think?” Steve sighed and nodded his head in acknowledgment. After last night, he’d have to agree with him. But on the flip side, he’d deserved everything she’d spouted off. “Just remember what I said. Don’t hurt her.” Jordan poked his finger into his chest then headed toward the beach, leaving Steve to contemplate his words. Strictly physical? Could he keep it just that? He knew he could. He’d done it before with lots of other women, but could he do it with her? Or would she worm her 26

Trista Ann Michaels way further into his heart than she already had? With a tired sigh, he turned and headed back to the cool comfort of his room.

*** Kayla stood outside Steve’s door and twisted her fingers. Could she do this? Keep it strictly physical? Her body still burned from the night before. Still tensed in hunger. A hunger Steve had started and one she desperately wanted him to finish. I can do this. Raising her hand, she knocked, then clenched her trembling fingers as she waited nervously for him to answer. The door swung open and she stood immobile, her eyes glued to his bare chest. Smooth tan skin over hard muscle. She knew he worked out, but damn. She certainly hadn’t expected the amount of muscle or the washboard abs. Lowering her gaze she followed the light dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach like an upside down arrow, coming to a stop at the impressive bulge beneath his swim trunks. She licked her lips and for a second imagined herself sucking his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the tip and licking his salty cum. Again, she licked her lips and tightened her thighs against her throbbing pussy. The wetness poured from her body, saturating her swimsuit bottoms. “Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart and you’ll find yourself fucked and good.” She gasped and met his dark, hungry eyes. Was what she felt that evident, that obvious? Steeling her spine, she lifted her chin, determined to get this out. “We’ll have sex, but only here. Once we leave, that’s it.” Steve raised a brow, amusement lifting the corner of his lips. “If that’s what you want.” She tugged at the hem of her bathing suit cover. “That’s what I want.” “Come in then.” He stood back and held the door open wider. “Now?” He just smiled, sending her heart skipping uncontrollably. “Now sounds good to me.” She stepped into the room feeling as though she was walking into a lion’s den. The bed was unmade, the sheets in disarray. Images of them tangled in those sheets flitted through her mind and her nipples hardened. She turned and spotted him leaning his 27

Pleasure Trip back against the door, his arms crossed over his chest. Lifting her hands, she pulled open her suit cover, revealing her pink bikini. His eyes darkened as they roamed over her figure, heating her flesh. “Take it off,” he commanded. She dropped the cover, becoming bolder with every second. The way he looked at her set her on fire, made her more confident. Reaching behind her, she unsnapped the top. With a teasing grin, she held one arm over her breasts while the other hand dropped the bikini top. A muscle jerked in his cheek and her grin widened as she cupped her breasts, shielding them from his view. He stalked toward her, slowly, deliberately and her heart pounded in her chest. Taking a step back, she ran into the mattress, then lifted her leg, settling one knee on the bed, then another. She almost lost her balance, but kept her hold on her breasts, determined to tease him. Her position on the bed put her at eye level with him and the smoldering in his gaze made her legs tremble uncontrollably. She would get it good. Hopefully. His hands covered hers and squeezed before moving them. Dipping his head, he circled his tongue around her aching nipple, his teeth nipping at the underside of her breasts. She inhaled sharply, pushing her chest out farther, silently begging him to continue, to take it in his mouth and suck. “Mmmm,” he moaned. “I wanted to do this last night.” The tip of his tongue swiped across her sensitive nipple, and she gasped, desperately wanting more. His palm covered the other mound and massaged while his hot mouth enveloped the sensitive peak. The heat encompassed her, made her crazy, and she moaned as pleasure raced through her. Burying her hands in his hair, she tried to pull him closer, get him to suck harder. He pulled away and slid his hands down her hips, tugging at her bikini. When they reached her knees, he gently pushed her to the mattress. “Lie back.” She watched as he pulled them the rest of the way off, his fingers sliding along her skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. His gaze followed his hands back up the inside of her thighs. Oh, god. She was so turned on, if he touched her there, she would explode. Laying her head back against the pillows, she spread her legs, giving him access to what 28

Trista Ann Michaels he wanted, what she wanted. His hot breath blew along her slit and she bucked her hips. “Oh.” Gentle pressure on the inside her thigh, spread her legs wider. His teeth bit at her labia lips sending a current of tingling sensations straight to her womb. He was killing her. Damn it, touch me, her mind screamed. His tongue slid along her slit, and she gripped the sheets, biting her lip to keep from shouting. “So wet,” he sighed against her. “Have you been thinking about what I said I wanted to do to you?” “Yes,” she groaned. Another sweep of his tongue moved a little deeper and she sighed, her body begging for the touch he was holding just out of reach. “Steve, please.” “Would you like for me to do those things, Kayla?” His fingers spread her lips, and he dipped his tongue deep in her wet channel. But only once before pulling away again. “Yes, Steve,” she moaned. “You taste so good, Kayla.” Another deep sweep of his tongue. “So sweet.” “Oh, fuck.” “Yes, Kayla. I will fuck you.” He circled her clit with his tongue, then lower to lap at the juices dripping from her pussy. “With my tongue, my fingers.” To prove his point he pushed two fingers into her tight channel. Her hips rose from the mattress, pulling his fingers deeper. “Then when you can’t take anymore. I’ll fuck you with my cock. Just like this.” His fingers slowly worked in and out while his teeth nibbled at her clit. “Slow and deep.” She was so close. She could feel her walls tightening around his fingers, could feel the first beginning throbs. Her breath came out in pants, she could hardly think. “Steve.” “Come on, sweetheart.” The rhythm of his fingers increased, pushing in harder, deeper. Her juices poured out, running between the cheeks of her bottom and onto the mattress. “Come for me. I want to taste you in my mouth.” His lips clamped down on her swollen nub and sucked. Her release hit her hard, and she screamed, her hips rising from the bed with the tempo of her throbs. Eventually, they subsided, and she released her grip on the sheets, enjoying the soft licks of his tongue against her pussy. 29

Pleasure Trip “Ah, so sweet, Kayla,” he whispered as his lips worked a path up her stomach. She could feel the heat begin again, the need between her legs rising. What was he doing to her? “Mmmm,” she crooned and wrapped her arms around his neck. His teeth bit at her lips, and she opened for his kiss. His mouth was hot and demanding. She swept her tongue through his mouth tasting herself and it turned her on, made her hotter. Steve moaned, the head of his thick cock rubbing against her through his shorts. With trembling hands, she tugged at the waistband, trying to get them off. Rising to his knees between her legs, he pushed the shorts down, revealing his thick shaft to her gaze. She gasped at his size and how thick he was. Magnificent. Sitting up, she reached out to grab it, circling it with her hand. It was hot and jerked slightly at her touch. She swiped her tongue across the tip, committing his salty taste to memory. “Shit,” he groaned. She glanced up at him. His eyes were tightly closed, his jaw clamped shut. “Do you like that?” she asked, then did it again. “Oh, yeah.” Moving her hand, she slid her tongue down his length, then sucked on his hard balls. She had him right where she wanted him now. Sliding her hand between his legs, she found the sensitive spot behind his balls just as her mouth closed around his shaft and pulled him deep. The tip hit the back of her throat and she relaxed, breathing through her nose, trying to pull him deeper. He moaned and grabbed a hand full of her hair, tugging as she sucked. “Kayla,” he groaned. “Damn, you have one hell of a mouth.” She pulled his shaft free and smiled. “I could say the same for you.” She pushed him to his back, and he landed with a grunt. Before he could get up, she straddled him, rubbing her wet pussy along his length. His hands settled at her hips, taking over her movements. “Maybe I should tease you a little,” she purred. “Tease me all you want, sweetheart. So long as you fuck me.” “Would you like for me to fuck you?” “Oh, yeah, Now, baby.” He tried to lift her hips, but she swatted at his hands. “It’s my turn. I want you screaming this time.” 30

Trista Ann Michaels Turning around, she straddled his hips with her back to him, then slowly slid down his length or part of it. God the man was huge. She shifted and slid down again, taking a little more of his thick girth before lifting and then slamming her pussy down on him hard taking every last inch of him inside her. Throwing her head back, she gasped at how good he felt. “Oh, fuck,” Steve moaned as she took him balls deep. With a growl, Steve sat up, pressing his chest into her back. His hands came around and squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples. Slowly, her hips began to move in a circular motion and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Son of a bitch,” he groaned. Her hot, wet walls squeezed at him as she continued to slowly circle, screwing the hell out of him. His balls tightened, and he was close to loosing it. She felt like liquid lava. So hot and so damn tight. God, she was perfect. “Oh, damn it, Kayla.” He moved his hand lower, and pinched her clit. His middle finger and thumb gently milking it. “Oh, God,” she screamed as her second climax hit. Her pussy clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper into her spasming channel. Moving to his back, he bucked upward, pushing himself clear to her womb. Her name tore from his lips as his release raced through him. Still trying to catch his breath, he caught her as she fell backward onto his chest. He rolled to his side, his cock still buried within her tight warmth. Lifting her leg over his thigh, he teased her with slow, shallow thrusts. She arched her back, pressing her behind against his hips in time with his rhythm. “Mmmm, that feels good,” she whispered “Yes, it does. Damn good.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, breathing in the vanilla scent of her hair mixed with ocean and sex. His movements stopped, and she snuggled closer. Keeping this strictly physical was definitely out of the question. But how difficult would it be to convince her he wasn’t the man she thought he was? The man the rumors claimed him to be. “You’re full of surprises, sweetheart.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “Is that a good thing?” 31

Pleasure Trip He smiled back. “Absolutely.” He feathered his hand up her thigh to her hip. “Tell me, my little wild cat. Just how wild are you willing to get?” “Meaning?” “Meaning. I like to experiment. Play around. I saw a shop in town yesterday that has all kinds of toys.” “I see.” He glanced over her shoulder and watched as she bit down on her lip. “I brought a vibrator with me.” “A vibrator?” He grinned. Just thinking about her with a vibrator made him hard again. “That has possibilities.” “Yeah. I have a fantasy involving you and a vibrator.” She rolled to her back and stared up at him. Her blue eyes still dark as the ocean from desire. He could gaze into them all day and it was then he realized just how deep he was. This would never be just physical and he’d use the next three days to convince her of that as well. He traced her jaw with the tip of his finger. “Tell me your fantasy.” he whispered.

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Chapter Five

Later that afternoon, Kayla stepped from the bathroom to answer the knock at her door. She assumed it would be Jordan. Steve was supposed to meet her in the lobby for a late dinner. They’d missed lunch and right now, she was starving. Throwing open the door, she sent Jordan a smile before heading back to the bathroom. “Come on in. You can keep me company while I fix my makeup.” Jordan shut the door and followed her to the vanity mirror. He brushed her hair away from her neck and smiled at her in the reflection of the glass. “Been playing with a hoover?” “No!” She put her hair back over her shoulder, covering the fairly large hickey Steve had left. As soon as she’d realized what he was doing, she’d tried to pull away, but he’d kept after her, making a game out of it until finally, she’d melted and they’d had sex a third time. “Anybody I know?” he teased. She shrugged. “Just someone I picked up off the beach.” “You are such a liar.” He grinned over her shoulder. “Come on, doll. Dish.” She closed her compact and dropped it into her make-up case. “Okay. I took your advice. Like you didn’t know I wouldn’t.” “And?” Jordan strolled to the edge of the bed and sat. Crossing his legs, he stared at her expectantly, while patting the mattress beside him. “I want details, girlfriend.” She couldn’t help but smile. He was so funny. “All right,” she said and plopped down on the bed. “I went to his room and told him the sex would be just here. Once we leave, that’s it.” “That’s it, huh?” She scowled. “Yes. That’s it.” He held up his hands in surrender. “Okay. Don’t bite my head off.” His full lips spread into a saucy grin. “So was he as good as I’ve heard?” 33

Pleasure Trip Kayla bit her lower lip. Oh, God, was the man good. Her body still hummed from all the things he did and she was sure she’d be sore later. Some places were already sore. “Yeah.” She glanced at him through her lashes and grinned. “Better.” “Oooo,” Jordan sang, making Kayla laugh. “I can’t believe we’re talking about this. I need to get ready for dinner.” She stood and moved back to the mirror, making the final touches to her mascara. “Have you decided what you’re wearing?” Jordan asked as he sifted through the clothes hanging in her closet. “No, not yet.” “How about this little number?” She looked at him through the reflection. He held up the red sundress she’d bought yesterday in town. It had spaghetti straps, was low cut in the back and the skirt showed more leg than she was comfortable with, but Jordan had insisted it suited her perfectly. Steve had been on his cell phone talking with the first officer when he’d seen her standing outside the dressing room. He’d stared, his mouth open, his eyes wide and mesmerized. Jordan had actually walked over and tapped under his chin. “Close your mouth, big guy. You’re going to catch a fly.” Kayla smiled at the memory and the way Steve’s cheeks had flushed with just a hint of pink. She wondered if he would have the same reaction tonight. While they were eating, she could whisper that she wasn’t wearing underwear. She giggled at all the things she would do to make him crazy. “I know that giggle,” Jordan purred. “Planning on going sans underwear?” She scowled at him over her shoulder. “I think I tell you way too much.” Jordan laughed and laid the dress across the foot of the bed. “Doll, you don’t tell me enough.”

*** Steve stood at the center fountain, waiting on Kayla. Two women walked by and smiled, their eyes grazing over him like he was candy and they’d been on a diet for weeks. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, but nothing more. He wasn’t interested. The only thing he could think about was Kayla. Her beautiful smile, her gorgeous legs, her adorable giggle. 34

Trista Ann Michaels When she’d stood outside his door earlier today, her chin high, her stance determined, he’d wanted to grab her and hold her close. Never let her out of his arms. He had no idea why he felt this way. He’d never been in love before. Not even close. Over the years, he’d watched the way Nick looked at Lindsey and wondered if he had the same moon-eyed expression himself whenever he looked at Kayla. He certainly had the pounding heart, the sweaty palms, the shortness of breath. She drove him crazy and left him feeling confused and uncertain. Which was something he wasn’t familiar with. Steve Hawkins was never uncertain about anything. Except whether or not he was in love. “A dollar for your thoughts.” Steve spun around and spotted Kayla standing behind him. His gaze traveled down her hour glass figure, taking in her long legs visible beneath the short skirt. The push up bra pressed her breasts together, creating mouth watering cleavage he had to fist his hands to keep from touching. This wasn’t hedonism. Public displays of affection, or at least to that extreme, were out. “A dollar, huh?” he asked. She shrugged, her full, sensuous lips spreading into a smile. “Inflation.” He chuckled. “You look…” He sucked in a breath and clucked his tongue. “Damn good.” “Good enough to take to dinner?” “I think in light of how sexy you look.” He leaned down and ran his fingers down the back of her arm. “And how difficult a time I’m having keeping my hands off you, I’m going to do something better than just dinner.” She raised an eyebrow, a slight shiver running just under her flesh. “Better? Just what do you have in mind?” “Come with me,” he said with a grin and held his hand out. “Said the spider to the fly.” Steve laughed and put her hand in the crook of his arm. The warmth of her touch filtered through the sleeve of his shirt, sending a ripple of hot current up his arm. The sensation surprised him and for a second he stared at her fingers. Her long nails painted a light pink scratched at his inner bicep. Shaking his head slightly, he turned and escorted her toward the back entrance. 35

Pleasure Trip A warm breeze blew, sending jasmine through the air and ruffling Kayla’s short bangs. Her high heeled sandals clicked against the concrete as they strolled along the path. The moonlight highlighted the white streaks in her blond hair, and he reached out to brush a windblown lock from her cheek. “So where are we headed?” she asked. “Right there.” He nodded toward the dock and the large yacht awaiting them. Her hand flew to her chest. “What on Earth?” “I wanted to have dinner alone, away from the prying eyes of our crew.” “We could have had dinner in the room.” She walked to the end of the dock and accepted the helping hand the yacht captain offered in boarding. She smiled a thank you and began to walk toward the bow of the boat. Steve followed close behind, his gaze glued to the soft sway of her ass. “And miss an evening of dining and dancing under the ocean stars?” She spun around and stared at him. Surprise evident in her widening eyes. “Didn’t think I could be so romantic?” he asked, amusement pulling at his lips. “I’m sorry, but no.” He placed a hand over his heart and cringed. “Oh. The pain.” “Oh, the over acting.” They both laughed. She was so easy to tease, so much fun to be around. Holding out his hand, he grasped her palm and led her to the dining table that had been set up outside on the second level. A bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket of ice. A bowl of red, ripened strawberries sat next to it. She eyed him through her lashes. “You wouldn’t by chance be trying to seduce me? Would you?” He placed a hand over his heart and formed his face into as innocent an expression as he could. “Me?” She smiled and sat next to him. The table was covered with a white linen tablecloth and expensive bone china. One dozen red roses filled a crystal vase and small votive candles reflected firelight. Two champagne flutes were brought over and the captain poured them full of the bubbly drink. “We’ll be underway in about five minutes, Mr. Hawkins. Is there anything I can do for you before we head out?” Steve shook his head. “No, thank you, captain. We’re fine.” 36

Trista Ann Michaels He bowed with a smile. “Enjoy your evening.” Kayla still couldn’t believe Steve had actually done something like this. It was incredible and if she wasn’t careful she would end up falling head over heals in love. She was already halfway there. Once she returned to work, she’d have to put in for a hub transfer. There was no way she could continue to work with him after this. “This yacht is incredible.” She took a sip of her champagne and continued to admire her surroundings. They’d begun to move but the partial overhang protected them somewhat from the wind. The full moon reflected on the water, creating a wonderfully romantic scene that could melt even the most hardened women. “Would you like dinner now, sir?” They both turned to the chef who stood just inside the sliding glass doors, leading to a small living area. His white coat was slightly stained and his hat wobbled just a bit to the side. Kayla grinned at the image. “Now’s perfect, thank you,” Steve replied. “So what are we having?” she asked once the chef had moved back inside. “I thought Italian would be good since you love it so much.” “How did you know that?” “Jordan,” he replied then took a sip of his Champagne. “Ah, helpful Jordan,” she replied dryly. Steve chuckled. “He takes care of you. I was given the ‘don’t hurt her or I’ll have to hurt you’ speech.” The heat of a blush crept up her cheeks. “I’m sorry.” “It’s fine. We agreed to keep it strictly physical and so long as we both know where we stand, we should be okay.” Hearing it said like that made it sound so impersonal. The only problem was, if he kept doing things like this, keeping it only physical would be extremely difficult. The chef stepped forward and placed salad, bread sticks and lasagna before them. Her mouth watered as the scents of basil and garlic washed over her. God, she loved Italian food. They both thanked the chef, and he turned to head back into the boat after setting a bottle of red wine on the table. “Unless you’re having second thoughts,” Steve said, his voice low and soft. “What?” she asked, temporarily taken back. 37

Pleasure Trip “About keeping things strictly physical.” She moved her gaze back to the food and poked at the pasta covered in cheese and meat sauce. Was she? “No,” she lied. “Let’s talk about something else. The last thing I want to do is ruin a perfectly good evening with talk of relationships and our agreement to keep a lack there of.” “Okay.” He nodded. “So we change the subject. I understand your dad flew for the airlines. Which one?” “Continental Air. He did the South American run.” Steven grimaced. “That’s a tough one. The accents are really hard to understand. There can be communication mistakes between the tower and cockpit.” “Yeah,” she grinned. “He had the same complaints.” When she saw him, that is. “Are your parents still together?” She shook her head and drank a sip of wine the waiter had brought out with the food. “No. They divorced. Religious differences.” “Religious differences?” “Yeah. She was raised southern Baptist, and he was Satan.” Steve laughed then waived his hand. “I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I’ve learned to try and find the humor in things. If I didn’t, I think I’d go crazy sometimes.” He smiled. “I know what you mean. But surely your dad isn’t as bad as that.” “No, he’s not. He was a great dad, just a lousy husband. I always swore I would never get involved with a pilot.” She quickly looked away and gulped the rest of her wine. She hadn’t meant to say that or to delve too deeply into her personal life. The less they knew about each other, the better. At least in her opinion. They finished their dinner in relative silence. Kayla had three glasses of red wine. Way more than she should have. It warmed her blood, made her tingly. She watched Steve walk over and turn up the radio. She closed her eyes for a second to try and ease the lightheaded and dizziness. Soft music floated along the breeze, and she smiled. Jordan again, apparently. Celine was one of her favorites. He held a hand out to her, and she opened her eyes to stare at his upturned palm. So large and strong, yet so gentle. “Dance with me?” 38

Trista Ann Michaels Glancing up at him, she placed her fingers in his. The desire in his deep green eyes flashed, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. He tugged pulling her up and into his arms. He held her close, the warmth of his body seeping into hers as they swayed to the music. The warm night breeze ruffled her skirt and brushed the bare skin of her ass. She’d left her underwear in the room in the hopes she could entice another round of sex. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him. His lips were level with her forehead and he placed a light kiss there against her skin, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter madly. The hand at the small of her back flattened, his fingers splaying then bunching in the fabric of her dress. She moved closer, brushing her nipples against the fabric of his white shirt. They hardened instantly, and she bit down hard on her tongue to keep from moaning and making a fool of herself over something so minor. He stiffened, then increased the pressure at her back, pulling her closer. His cock pressed into her stomach, and she inwardly smiled as it hardened. Letting out a deep breath, he rested his forehead against hers. He smelled of Italian food and the cologne, Polo. She even caught a hint of champagne and strawberries. His lips were so close, and she wanted him to kiss her so badly. Letting go of his hand, she traced his sensual mouth with the tip of her finger. His hand dipped lower, rubbing across her bottom through the silky material. His other palm slipped under the skirt and squeezed her bare behind. “Aren’t you the daring vixen,” he whispered. “I had to think of a way to get you interested,” she purred. “Sweetheart, I was interested the second I saw you in this dress. Those long legs, that adorable ass.” His palms squeezed both cheeks, rubbing her stomach against his hard cock. “You make me crazy, Kayla.” His lips burned a trail down the side of her neck, making her flesh break out in goosebumps and a need built in the pit of her stomach. Her arms slid around his neck and held on. She had to, her knees were so weak she could barely stand. Tilting her head further back, she made room for him to softly bite where her neck met her shoulder. “I want to slide my cock inside you. Feel your hot, wet walls ripple along my length. Just like you did earlier,” he moaned against her skin. “You felt so good, Kay.” Every limb, every muscle bunched and shook with need as his mouth captured hers in a slow, deep kiss that curled her toes. She had to have him. Now. 39

Pleasure Trip

Chapter Six

“What about the chef and captain?” Kira asked, barely able to catch her breath as his hands moved along the flesh of her hips and thighs. “They were told once dinner was served to give us privacy,” he whispered against her lips. “Oh,” she sighed. His fingers burned a trial along her ribs and the underside of her breasts, setting her on fire. “I um,” she mumbled, the heat of a blush moving up her cheeks. Warm, strong hands framed her face as his teeth nipped at her lips. “You what?” “I brought the um.” Steve smiled. “You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.” She cringed. “I’m not embarrassed.” “Then say it. What did you bring?” She bit her lower lip and inwardly groaned at the blush she could feel heating her face. Damn him. “I brought the vibrator, dildo thing.” He grinned, mischief shinning in his eyes. “Where is it?” “In my purse. I’ll get it.” She stepped toward the table, needing the few seconds out of his arms anyway to get herself more under control. She still couldn’t believe she’d told him her fantasy. To have him fuck her pussy, while he fucked her ass with the dildo. It was the closest she would probably ever get to two men. That was one sexual fantasy she just hadn’t been able to bring herself to do. But the dildo was big enough it would seem like two men moving inside her. Just thinking about it made her skin tingle and her heart skip. Opening her purse, she pulled out the dildo, but Steve took it from her hand. “Come here,” he said, leading her to the small outdoor sofa along the edge of the railing. 40

Trista Ann Michaels He set her down, the dildo on the cushion next to her, then moved back to the table for a glass of champagne. She watched, mesmerized as he placed the glass on the deck, then removed his shirt. The moonlight played on his tan skin, giving his flesh a silverish sheen. Thick, firm muscles rippled as he moved, and she actually licked her lips in anticipation. Reaching out, she ran her fingers across his nipple. It beaded into a hard bud before he snatched her hand and brought it to his lips. The tip of his tongue touched her knuckle and a sharp tingle ran up her arm. “This night is about your fantasy, Kay. Just relax and let me take care of you.” She swallowed and watched as he slowly moved his palms up the inside of her thighs, pressing them wider. “My shoes,” she gasped. He shook his head. “Leave them.” Lifting her hips, he moved her dress up around her waist, then slid her straps down, exposing her breasts to his primal gaze. The material was now bunched around her waist as he leaned forward and captured one of her nipples between his teeth. She gasped as hot sparks flew from her aching mound straight to her throbbing pussy. Before switching to the other breast, he fisted the material in his hands and lifted it over her head. For a split second, she felt uncertain. Covering herself, she glanced inside the yacht. Steve tugged her hands down, pinning them at her sides. “Forget about them, sweetheart. They won’t watch.” “Sure about that?” A warm breeze blew across her exposed skin, and she shivered despite the heat. His lips quirked. “I told them if they did I would kill them.” One side of her mouth lifted. “No you didn’t.” “Are you sure?” With a grin, he captured her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue delving, exploring. With his hands at the small of her back, he pulled her to the edge of the cushions and rubbed her against his hard shaft. The rough material of his slacks against her swollen clit sent a jolt of white-hot lust to her core. “Steve,” she murmured between kisses and tightened her thighs against his hips. He broke the kiss and pushed her back onto the overstuffed pillows behind her. With a devilish quirk of his eyebrow, he tipped the champagne flute and drizzled the 41

Pleasure Trip drink onto her flesh. She gasped as the cold hit her breasts, then giggled when he began to slowly lick it from her heated skin. His teeth bit at her extended nipple and she yelped, but them moaned as he gently suckled it. The man was driving her insane. Taking a sip of what was left of the champagne, he held it in his mouth, then leaned over. Tugging at her lower lip, he opened her mouth and kissed her, allowing the champagne to flow from his mouth to hers. It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done, and she shivered from head to toe. Moving lower, his mouth nipped along her rips, then moved to the inside of her thighs. Her pussy screamed for his mouth, and she raised her hips, silently begging him to taste her. Finally his tongue made a long, slow sweep up her slit, and she gulped in a rush of air. “God, you are so sweet, Kayla.” He lapped hungrily at her opening, the tip of his nose teasing her sensitive nub. Oh, god, she was so close. Her hips moved in time with the thrust of his tongue, her fingers scraped at his scalp, trying to pull him closer. His hot mouth sipped and plundered, bringing her ever closer, then pulling back leaving her orgasm just out of her grasp. Reaching to his side, he pushed the dildo into her dripping channel. She bucked her hips, pulling it deeper. “Oh, yes.” “No, no,” he admonished playfully and slid the dildo out. “You’re not coming yet.” “Damn you, Steve!” she moaned. He just chuckled and moved the head of the dildo between the cheeks of her ass. His teeth made soft bites at her labia lips while he gently slid the dildo up the tight channel of her bottom. She moaned at the almost painful stretching, but once it was in place, the pain went away, leaving a feeling of fullness that sent heat up her spine. Slowly, he moved it in and out, letting her body become accustomed to the sensation, the movement. “Do you still want this, Kayla?” he rasped, his voice strained with passion. “Oh, God yes. If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to ring your neck.” 42

Trista Ann Michaels Pushing the toy in as far as it would go, he helped her to move to her knees, her back facing him. With a quick tug, he undid his slacks, freeing his engorged shaft. The head of his cock slipped into her wet opening, filling her even more. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “You’re going to be tight.” But Kayla couldn’t wait any longer and pushed back against him. With a growl, he shoved forward, burying himself balls deep. Kayla screamed in pleasure as he stretched her to the edge of pain. The duel sensations of him and the dildo almost too much. His fingers pulled at the toy as he drove his cock in and out, moving them together in a steady rhythm. She gasped at the added sensation and moved with him. “Oh, my god,” she groaned, as her body became more accustomed to the invasion and pleasure soared through her. “Is this what you wanted, Kayla?” he purred from behind her. “Yes. It feels so good.” “Oh, hell yeah it does,” Steve mumbled. “Steve,” she screamed as her release slammed through her hard. Her pussy gripped his cock over and over while the walls of her anus pulsed around the dildo. She’d never felt anything like it. Every muscle in her body quaked, every nerve tingled. In a quick move, he pushed the dildo deep and turned her to face him. “Come here,” he said as he sat on the sofa and lifted her onto his lap. She straddled his cock and slid down, taking every inch of his thick shaft to her womb. She groaned as the pulsing sensations began again, consuming her. His hands guided her hips, moving her in a quick, deep rhythm that enhanced her pleasure. Her clit brushed along his lower stomach and she sighed as her release came again, stronger than before. “Oh, God. Steve. I can’t,” she whimpered, unsure she wouldn’t pass out from the intensity. “Come with me, Kay. Let me feel your tight walls squeeze my cock again.” It was all it took, his whispered, passionate, dirty words and she exploded in his arms. “Oh, yeah, baby. That’s it.” Throwing his head back, he pushed deep and shouted her name into the night sky. Kayla collapsed onto his chest. She was vaguely aware of him removing the dildo and settling his arms around her back. 43

Pleasure Trip “I can’t fucking move,” she mumbled against his rapidly beating heart. His chuckle rumbled against her cheek and she smiled sleepily. “Then don’t.” His arms tightened around her, his voice soft as a caress. “Stay right here. Right were you belong.”

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Chapter Seven

Steve settled Kayla under the down comforter in the master suite of the yacht. For a moment, he sat on the side of the bed watching the slow rise and fall of her chest in sleep. She looked as though she might be having a bad dream. Her brow creased and her eyes fluttered under her closed lids. “Shh,” he whispered close to her ear. “Sleep, sweetheart.” He lightly swept her bangs from her face and stood. He needed some air to think. Stepping out onto the deck, he studied the water spread before him, reflecting the light of the full moon. The ocean was calm, quiet. Even the yacht was silent, the motors shut down for the night. What had he been thinking earlier? Right were you belong? But she did. She’d felt so right encased in his embrace. He’d wondered earlier if he was in love with her, and he did again. A strong breeze blew and knocked something off the table. The thunk caught his attention, and he looked to the floor. It was Kayla’s small purse, beside it a thin pink plastic box. Squatting down, he picked it up, flipping it over to see the typed information on the back. Birth control pills. It should have relieved him, for in that instant he realized he hadn’t once used any kind of protection. Being safe hadn’t even entered his mind. At least one of them had been smart. All he could think about when he was with her was making love. Making love? Since when had he stopped calling it sex? For a moment he imagined himself with a child like Nicole. She was such a sweetheart with the most beautiful and heart tugging smile. She’d been the daughter he thought he’d never have and he’d been okay with that. But now, he could see himself with a girl of his own with beautiful blue eyes like her mother’s. Like Kayla’s. He studied the pills, then slipped them back into her purse. His hands shook with the knowledge his head had finally caught up with his heart. 45

Pleasure Trip Son of a bitch. I’m in love with her. Now how the hell was he going to make her love him?

*** Kayla remained silent pretending sleep until the door softly clicked shut. Opening her eyes, she stared out the window across from the bed. He’d been so sweet to her just then, but she couldn’t let him get to her heart. At first, when they were outside earlier, she hadn’t been sure she’d heard him correctly. Right were she belonged? Was he saying she belonged with him? In his arms? She’d admit, being held by him was the safest, most secure she’d ever felt in her life, but she just couldn’t fall in love with a pilot. It would be nothing but heartache. A lonely life where her husband was only there a third of the time. Her mother had been miserable. She refused to live her life that way. The door opened, and she quickly shut her eyes, once again pretending to be asleep. His warm body settled behind her. His arm encircled her waist, pulling her closer. Instinctively, she snuggled, her body molding to his from her feet to their shoulders. They fit together so perfectly, so right. He kissed the back of her head, the gesture so sweet, so loving it brought a lump to her throat, and she swallowed. God help her. She was in love with him.

*** Something tickled the side of her neck, and she swatted at it, but whatever it was came back, softly skimming along the flesh behind her ear, making her shiver. With a jerk, she opened her eyes and stared into Steve’s smiling ones. “Good morning, sleepyhead. It’s about time you woke up.” He brushed a feather across her nose, and she grinned. “What time is it?” she asked as she stretched her arms over her head. “That makes such a beautiful picture,” he mumbled, his lips warm and soft against her cheek. “Does my stretching turn you on?” She slid her foot up his leg, teasing the hairs. He chuckled. “You little minx. There’s not a damn thing about you that doesn’t turn me on.” She grinned. His hair was a mess with a few strands standing straight up. He looked like a little boy just waking from a long nap. Except for the stubble that covered his lower face. Now that was sexy. 46

Trista Ann Michaels “Are you hungry?” he asked. Yeah, for you. “I have to be up for a while first. But I could use some coffee.” “I brought a carafe from the galley earlier. I’ll get us a cup.” She watched him slip from the bed and walk naked to the dresser. Her gaze roamed over his tight ass and firm thighs. The muscles of his back rippled as he scratched at his head and her flesh heated with the memory of the night before. Trying to take her mind off the sex, she glanced toward the window. The morning sunlight streamed through, lighting the tiny room. The blue expanse of the ocean was all she could see for miles. “Are we still at sea?” she asked. “Yes. We have the boat until noon.” He glanced at his watch. “Which means we have about three hours.” He handed her a cup of steaming coffee. “Careful. It’s hot.” She sat up and took the mug in both hands. “Thank you.” Putting her nose over the steam, she inhaled the scent of Jamaican Blue Mountain. “It smells wonderful. I’ve got to remember to get some of this before we head home. Blue Mountain was always my favorite. But it’s so expensive in the states” “I know. It’s my mom’s too. I always get her some when I fly here.” She glanced at him in surprise and quickly swallowed her sip. “I’ve never heard you mention your family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?” “No. Just me and my mom. You?” “I have a sister, but she lives in California, so we don’t talk much.” He sat on the side of her bed, facing her. “You have free travel, you should go see her.” She sighed, settling back against the headboard. “I know. I just never seem to find the time. Plus she’s real busy with her life. We keep in touch through email so I guess that’ll have to do for now.” “Is she older or younger?” “Older by three years. I’m the baby.” “And spoiled rotten, I’ll bet,” he teased. “Yep.” Steve chuckled, then his expression turned sober, almost uncertain. “You know, Kay. We should probably talk about last night.” 47

Pleasure Trip “No.” She shook her head firmly. “It was great. Incredible, even. Which would explain why maybe some things were said that probably shouldn’t have been.” She ran her thumb around the edge of the cup, contemplating her next words. “It’s not that simple, Kayla.” She raised her chin a notch. “Yes it is. We have one more day, Steve. Please don’t start something we both know you can’t finish.” “What?” he snapped. She inwardly flinched at the anger and hurt flaring from his eyes. Opening her mouth, she started to speak, but the words died in her chest with his next remark. “Damn it, Kayla! Stop assuming you know what I’m about!” She stared in shock as he stormed from the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. What the hell just happened?

*** Steve paced on the deck, a towel he’d found on the way out wrapped around his waist. He’d been so pissed, he hadn’t even thought to get his pants before stomping out of the bedroom like a damn child. What other reaction did he expect her to have? He’d all but told her he loved her last night, now this morning, she was running, putting up those damn walls again. For the first time in his life, he didn’t know what to do. If he told her he loved her, would it push her away? Should he give her more time? He was afraid once they left here, he’d be lucky if he could get her to talk to him, much less have a relationship. Things would probably return to the way they were before--the occasional nod of hello. Damn. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Maybe, he should call Nick. Or at the very least Jordan. Now wasn’t that a kicker, the womanizer, Steve asking advice about women from a gay guy. His best friend would have fucking field day with that one. “Steve.” He turned at the sound of Kayla’s soft voice. She stood behind him, his shirt from last night hanging almost to her knees. She gripped her hands in front of her, twisting the fingers of her right hand. God, what he wouldn’t give to see her like this all the time. Dressed in his shirts, her eyes still full of morning sleep, her hair a sexy mass of curls. His chest tightened with the love he wanted so desperately to shout out. “I’m sorry,” they both replied in unison. 48

Trista Ann Michaels They smiled at each other, the tension broken for the moment. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions, Steve. It’s just...” “I know, Kay. Between my reputation and your history with your dad, it’s understandable I suppose.” He shrugged, his lips lifting in a slight grin. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” “Let’s just make the best of the time we have left. Okay?” For a moment, he was silent, his lips pursed in thought. He glanced at her nervous eyes, her expectant expression. He had one more night. A few more hours to make her love him. Would it be enough? “Okay,” he finally agreed, with a smile. “But tonight, we do my fantasy.” She grimaced, her nose wrinkling in the most adorable manner. “Why do I have this feeling that I should run for my life?” Steve laughed. “Sweetheart, if you can handle last night and not flinch, tonight will be a breeze in comparison.” “Really?” she asked, her eyebrow arching. Steven stepped forward and tugged at the top button of her shirt, popping it undone. “Really.” Her sexy, blue eyes glanced down at his fingers and a small smile curved her lips. Peeking at him through her lashes, she purred seductively. “Just what do you think you’re doing, Captain?” His finger moved lower, lightly skimming the soft flesh between her breasts before undoing the next button. “You have on entirely too many clothes.” Her lips quirked playfully. “One shirt is too many clothes?” “Yes,” he growled and tugged at the third button. “Especially when I’m dying to see that gorgeous body of yours spread out on that table.” She looked over her shoulder, then turned to face him with a heart-stopping smile. “That table?” “Yes, ma’am. That very table.” Slowly, he walked her backward until her hips hit the edge. She moaned and grabbed the towel he had around his waist. With one tug, she removed it and tossed it somewhere across the deck. Her fingers circled his hard cock, gently squeezing, and he drew in a harsh breath. “I like it when you do that,” he whispered against her lips, his tongue softly tracing the edge. 49

Pleasure Trip Kayla opened her lips, anxious for the sweet invasion of his tongue. God, the man knew exactly how to kiss, how to make her combust into flames with the slightest brush of his hands. His fingers parted the shirt, exposing her aching breasts to his hungry touch. The second his fingers flicked across her hard nipples, she groaned, arching her back. Wetness pooled between her legs, and she fought the urge to squeeze her thighs together and appease the ache growing there. Damn, she wanted him. Her pussy throbbed with the need to feel him plunging his thick cock into her. His ample girth stretching and filling her. She’d never met anyone in her life that could make her so hot so fast. “Steve,” she growled, her impatience building by the second. His strong hands gripped her ass and lifted her to the table. Shoving the shirt down her arms, he pushed her to her back and settled between her legs. “Yes,” she sighed, but he made no move to enter her. She could feel his shaft twitching against the opening to her vagina, and she squirmed, silently begging him to put her out of her misery. “Patience, minx,” he mumbled against her breasts, his tongue tormenting one nipple before moving to the other. She undulated beneath him, desperate now for the feel of his hard shaft. She could hardly breath she wanted him so badly. “Damn it, Steve,” she growled and dug her fingers into his soft hair. He moved lower and rubbed his stubble-covered chin across her clit. “Oh, God,” she screamed, so close to climax she could taste it. “I said, patience,” he growled against her thatch of hair. The command in his voice only accentuated her desire. He sounded so fucking sexy. Spreading her labia lips, he softly blew against her and she groaned with the first beginning throbs of her orgasm. Oh, god. She was going to come and he hadn’t even touched her yet. “Such a beautiful pussy, Kayla.” His tongue dipped into her channel and she thought she would explode. “So sweet. Do you know what I want to do to this pussy, Kay?” “What?” she gasped. “Tell me.” “I want to eat it, lick at its juices.” Her chest rose and fell in short pants with each phrase he uttered. 50

Trista Ann Michaels “Then bury my cock in it balls deep.” His teeth slowly nibbled a path back up her body. All the while the head of his impossibly hard rod teasing the opening to her sex. “Yes,” she sighed. “Would you like that, Kay? Would you like me to fuck you?” “Oh God, yes.” Standing straight, he hooked her legs over his shoulders, then plunged deep into her pussy. She screamed as her muscles spasmed and clenched at his cock. He pulled out, then drove in again, his thrusts relentless, his size overwhelming. Every inch of her body tensed as her release hit with a vengeance. She pulsed over and over, her head swam with the heady feeling of him thrusting into her harder and deeper. Moving his hands beneath her ass, he gripped her tight and held her still as he pummeled her harder still. Her breasts bounced with his efforts and she reached up to squeeze them, her fingers pinching her nipples. “Oh, fuck yeah, Kay,” he growled. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her hands. She squeezed again and ran her palms around her nipples, making them stand out hard and firm. The muscle in his cheek bunched and his eyes narrowed. The exertion of holding back evident in his face. Moving her hand lower, she brushed across her engorged clit and gasped. Oh, God, that felt good. Steve’s eyes glowed with a hunger she’d never seen before as she moved even lower and touched were his cock moved in and out of her. He slowed, allowing her to feel his wet shaft as it plunged then retreated. “Feel that baby?” he groaned, his eyes glued to her exploring hand. “Feel how I fill you. How good we are together.” They did fit good together, she acknowledged. So damn good. Her juices coated her fingers as she moved back up and circled her clit. “God, damn, that’s hot,” Steve growled. “Taste yourself, Kay. Put your finger in your mouth a suck your juices while I make you come.” She complied. The musky, sweet taste a surprise as she slipped her finger in her mouth and sucked. True to his word, he pounded harder and to her amazement she exploded again. Stronger than the last. Throwing her head back she screamed loudly until Steve collapsed on top of her, his mouth swallowing her remaining sighs. 51

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Chapter Eight

Spreading her towel on the hot sand, Kayla looked up at the blue sky. There wasn’t a cloud anywhere and the afternoon promised to be a scorcher. Grabbing her suntan lotion from the bag at her side, she sat on the towel and began to smooth the cream on her legs and arms. A waiter walked by, and she waved, getting his attention. “Yes, ma’am?” he asked with a smile. “Could I get a strawberry daiquiri, please?” “Of course. I’ll be right back.” “Thank you.” With a sigh, she closed the sunscreen tube and dropped it into the sand beside her. Steve had gotten a call from the maintenance hanger and had taken a taxi to the airport. Placing a kiss to her cheek, he’d told her he’d catch up to her later. If she were honest with herself, the time alone is what she needed right now. She needed to distance herself, to remind her heart that nothing would come of this relationship. He was a pilot. He would never be home to help with things around the house or kids if they had any. He was also gorgeous, so there would always be the flirty, young flight attendant looking for her next fling or rich husband. Most of them didn’t care if they were married or not. She’d seen it happen. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if someone stole Steve from her, so it was just better to let him go now. Her heart ached at the thought. Damn. How did she let this happen? She glanced to her right and noticed Jordan making his way down the crowded beach. He met her gaze and waved before heading in her direction. It’s all Jordan’s fault, she thought as she watched him. He was the one who talked her into this really bad idea. Who am I kidding? I jumped in full steam ahead. It’s my fault and no one else’s. 52

Trista Ann Michaels As he weaved his way through the throng of people, she admired his muscular chest. It wasn’t thick and bulging like Steve’s but firm and lean. He was definitely toned and fit. She grinned at a couple of women who openly ogled him. Jordan didn’t pay them any attention; he just kept right on going. She shook her head. It was such a waste of a hot male specimen. But Jordan was Jordan and that would never change. “Morning, doll,” he said with a smile and spread his towel out next to her. “It’s afternoon, sweetie, catch up.” “Is it?” He glanced up at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Wow, I guess it is. It’s amazing how much time flies by when you’re having fun.” Kayla cringed. “Please. I’m too sober for the details.” Jordan laughed and sat down next to her. His fingers brushed across her shoulders, and she looked to see what he was trying to wipe away. “Your back’s getting a little pink, Hon. Hand me the sunscreen.” She handed it to him, then closed her eyes as he massaged the cold, wet cream into her skin. “Those women over there keep staring at you,” she mumbled. “Please. They’re wasting their time.” “You’re not really gay, Jordan. You’re just confused. When are you going to accept that?” she teased. “Honey, I’ve seen you naked. If after that I’m still interested in a man, than I’m as gay as they come.” Kayla laughed and stared out at the sailboat in the distance, slowly working it’s way through the turquoise waves. “Well?” Jordan prodded. “Well what?” She stretched out on her stomach, laying her head on her hands. Jordan lay next to her, his head turned so that they faced each other. “Are you all right?” “Yeah, I suppose. Why wouldn’t I be?” “I’m just checking. I know I kind of pushed you into this thing with Captain gorgeous ass. Which is going how, by the way?” 53

Pleasure Trip Kayla bit at her lip, trying to hide the grin. “Better not let Steve hear you call him that.” Jordan snorted. “The man is a god and he knows it. And unless I’m mistaken or have recently gone deaf, you never answered my question.” “Steve and I are having a great time.” “That’s it?” She shrugged her shoulders. Jordan continued to study her, and she squirmed uncomfortably. He was waiting on her to say something else, something she didn’t want to admit. She’d already admitted it to herself and had faced the fact that once they got back she’d have a long road to travel. Alone. Without Steve. “How did your date go last night?” she asked. His lips quirked in amusement. “Thought you weren’t sober enough for the details?” Kayla sighed. “I’m trying to change the subject here, Jordan. Work with me.” He chuckled and raised up to his elbows. “It was nice. We have plans again for later, but he has to work the midnight shift, so it’ll be our last time together.” “Are you sad?” He shook his head, his lips pursing in thought. “No. I knew going in it was only a temp thing.” He sighed. “Story of my life.” She raised up on her elbows and put her hand on his forearm in support. “You’ll find someone.” “And if I don’t, I still have you.” He grinned. “We’ll be Miami’s answer to Will and Grace.” She laughed. “You betcha.” “Your drink, ma’am,” the waiter announced. Kayla pushed to her knees and took the cool, frozen drink he offered. Taking a sip, she smiled. “It’s perfect, thank you.” “My pleasure.” He bowed slightly, then walked toward another group of people vying for his attention. “Hey,” Jordan snapped. “You ordered a daiquiri and didn’t order me one? How could you?” “I didn’t know you were coming.” “Well, then you’ll just have to share.” 54

Trista Ann Michaels “Get your own,” she taunted, hiding her smile. Jordan pointed to the waiter’s retreating back. “He’s already gone.” Kayla fought a grin. “You’ve got two legs.” Her eyes raked over his hard thighs. “A little on the lean side, but...” “Lean my ass. I’ll have you know men love my thighs.” He wiggled his eyebrows and slid his palm up the side of his leg. A giggle escaped, making her choke on the drink. “And here I thought your kind were ass men.” Jordan snickered and pushed to his knees. Leaning close, he whispered. “Honey, the ass is only part of the package. Myself? I’m a dick man, okay.” Kayla laughed. She loved joking around with Jordan. He was such a hoot. “Come on, Kay. Give me a sip of your drink. I need something cold,” Jordan pouted. “Yeah, and people in hell need ice water,” she taunted with a smirk. Jordan scowled and reached over to poke at her waist, tickling her. She squealed and laughed, holding the drink just out of his reach. “What the hell is going on here?” Steve’s deep voice skimmed over her flesh, and she glanced over her shoulder in surprise. He stood behind her, his arms folded across his bare chest, his eyes twinkling in amusement. Jordan grabbed the drink from her hand, and she jerked back around, slapping him on the shoulder. Jordan chuckled around the straw embedded in the frozen drink. “Am I going to have to send the two of you to your rooms,” Steve asked. Jordan stuck his lower lip out, his eyes narrowing in an exaggerated snarl. “It was all her fault. She wouldn’t share.” Steve shook his head. “Jordan, you’re more gay before three than most people are in a week.” Kayla laughed so hard she actually snorted. She slapped her hand over her mouth, her face heating in embarrassment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Steve chuckling. “Did you just snort?” She shook her head, her shoulders quaking in silent laughter. “No.” Jordan waved a hand. “That was nothing. Wait until she really gets going.” 55

Pleasure Trip Kayla’s eyes widened, and she glared at Jordan. His smile just the perfect picture of innocence. “You are such an ass,” she sneered. “No, Kay, remember? I’m an ass man.” “Oh, God,” Steve mumbled and this time Jordan laughed. “That’s certainly more info than I wanted.” “Here.” Jordan handed Kayla’s drink back to her. “I’m going to head out to the water for a dip. You two talk.” He waved his hand. “Or whatever it is that you people do.” Steve dropped down on the towel next to her, his eyes raking over her curves, sending a shock of desire through her veins. “Nice swimsuit.” She smiled seductively. “You’ve seen it before.” “Yeah, but that day you were taking it off, so I was more interested in what lay beneath it as opposed to the suit itself.” She chuckled and settled next to him. “What did you find out about the plane,” she asked before taking a sip of her drink. “They’ll be finished with it tonight and we can head out first thing in the morning.” Kayla nodded and glanced back out at the ocean. She didn’t want to go back. She wanted to remain here, keep the relationship she had with Steve. Why in the hell did she let herself fall in love with him? “So what’s this fantasy you have?” she asked. He moved his gaze around the beach. Several women stood at the bar a few feet away, and he nodded toward them. “You know. I’ve always wanted to have a threesome.” “Really?” She turned to study the women, her brow creased in thought. It wasn’t the reaction Steve was expecting, and he frowned slightly. “You’re okay with that?” She shrugged. “I’ve done it before. Twice actually.” He blinked, the vision of her kissing another woman making his heart skip a beat. “Excuse me?” “What?” she asked with a grin. “I don’t look like the type?” “Well, no. It’s not that.” He wasn’t quite sure what to say. Her announcement had just ruined what he’d had planned. “I was actually only looking to get a rise out of you, 56

Trista Ann Michaels then you spout off that you’ve already done it. Damn, maybe I should rethink this fantasy thing.” “Rethink it?” she asked with a grin. “Well, yeah. I mean if you’re willing, hell, bring ‘em on.” Kayla laughed and shoved at his arm. “Stop.” He smiled and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Do you really want that?” she asked, just a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “No. I’ve been there, done that. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” “No?” “No. It’s nice. Sexy.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Just too impersonal, I think.” Or at least for what he had in mind with Kayla. “Know what I mean?” “Yeah, I think so.” She licked her lips and let out a breath. Was it in relief? Did the idea of another woman touching him bother her? He hoped so. That would mean he was making progress. “So what is the fantasy you had in mind for tonight?” she asked. He just smiled. “All in due time. Right now I’d rather hear more about those threesomes you’ve participated in.” Her cheeks glowed with a tinge of pink as she made herself more comfortable on the towel. Steve thought she looked adorable and tried his best to hide the grin. “Well?” She frowned. “I’m getting to it.” She took a sip of her drink, then set it to the side. Stalling, he was sure. “The first time was when I was in college. You know the usual experimental stuff.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” His lips quirked. “Did you enjoy it?” She eyed him through her lashes, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “None of your business.” “Ah come on. Give a guy details,” he taunted, poking at her leg with his fingertip. “Use your imagination.” He snorted at that one. That was one thing he could definitely do. Just thinking about her kissing another woman sent his cock into immediate stand at attention mode. “What about the second time?” he asked. 57

Pleasure Trip She shrugged. “Well, I had a little too much to drink at a party and a girl friend of mine talked me into doing a threesome with some guy she was interested in. She was upset for weeks after that because the guy never called her back.” Steve grimaced. “Some guys are jerks.” Her gaze locked with his, studying him. “So you’ve never slept with a girl and not called her back?” Damn, what had she heard about him? “I’ve never set out to deliberately hurt a woman.” Her fingers sifted through the sand, and he wondered what she was thinking. What gave her that far away look in her eyes? “What about you?” Her gaze met his, and she grinned. “No. I’ve never set out to deliberately hurt a woman either.” Steve leaned forward, moving to his hands and knees. His nose was within inches of hers, the blue of her eyes so dark and deep like the ocean on a cloudy day. “Think you’re cute, don’t you?” he snarled playfully. “I think you’re cute.” She traced his jawline with her finger and a tremor ran through him at her soft touch. “Cute enough to join me in my hot tub?” Her brow creased as she contemplated his question. “I don’t know.” “What would it take?” Her lips were so close, he could smell the strawberries from her drink and knew that if he kissed her now he could taste them as well. And damn, did he want to kiss her. “What have you got?” He smirked. “One very large piece of anatomy that’s dying to get you alone and naked.” She giggled. “At least you don’t mince words.” “Not when it comes to getting you.” “And just what makes you think you’ll get me?” she asked haughtily. His lips spread into a grin as he leaned forward and nipped at the sensitive spot behind her ear. He didn’t miss the way her chest expanded on her sudden intake of breath. “Oh I have no doubt I’ll get you. Right where I want you.” “And just where is it you want me?” she sighed, tilting her head so he could reach her neck better. 58

Trista Ann Michaels She smelled of suntan oil, vanilla and the soft musky essence that was Kayla. He loved the way she smelled and breathed deep of her intoxicating scent. “You’ll find out tonight, my hot little minx. In the meantime,” he stated, standing and holding a hand out to her. “Let’s hit that hot tub.” She placed her hand in his with a smile that stopped his heart. “Lead the way.”

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Chapter Nine

“So this is all we’re doing?” she asked, her brow drawn together in a frown. She really thought they’d at the very least play a little, not just sit here and relax. Although, she had to admit, the hot tub did feel good. The warm water soothed her sore pussy muscles. Steve had fucked her raw earlier with that huge cock of his. Just thinking about it made her body tingle again. She slanted a glance in his direction. He had his head back, his eyes closed, the expression on his face completely tranquil. She couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so gorgeous. With a contented sigh, she looked around at the lovely patio. Steve had told her he’d changed rooms just to get this hot tub. The patio was surrounded by white lattice and tropical plants that created a completely private area. Smiling devilishly, she raised to her knees, and straddled Steve’s firm thighs. “Steve,” she whispered against his lips. “Hmmmm,” he moaned, a tiny grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His hands came up to settle along her hips, lightly stroking her ass. She placed soft kisses on his jawline and rubbed her pussy along his shaft, smiling when she felt it harden against her. “You really shouldn’t sleep when you have a perfectly willing girl in the tub with you.” “Maybe I’m faking it,” he replied, his lips quirking just a little. “Maybe I’m waiting on you to seduce me.” “Is that what you want?” she whispered against his neck as she slid her hand down his washboard abs and straight to the thatch of course hair at the base of his cock. “For me to seduce you?” He tilted his head and softly touched his lips to the corner of her mouth. “If I told you what I really wanted you’d probably run screaming.” “Why don’t you try me,” she whispered against his lips. His strong hands framed her face as deep green eyes, the color of summer grass, searched her face, scorching her with their intensity and tenderness. For a split second, 60

Trista Ann Michaels uncertainty shinned in their depths before it disappeared, and was replaced by sheer devilment. What was he up to? “Are you sure you’re up for this, my little minx?” he taunted. She smiled sexily. “If I can handle your cock, I can handle most anything, I think.” “We shall see,” he teased, trailing a finger gently down her neck to circle her sensitive nipple. “You’re doing that deliberately.” “This?” he asked with a grin as he palmed her breasts. She moaned. “No. You’re being vague. Cryptic.” Her whole body burned from his touch, his teasing nips at her mouth. “Cryptic about what, my hot minx?” he asked innocently. She pushed at his shoulders and sat straight. “You know what. Why are you being so secretive about this fantasy of yours?” “Maybe it’s better if you’re surprised.” “Okay, now you really have me curious.” Steve laughed and the deep baritone of his voice sent shivers down her spine. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. Just something I thought might be fun.” “Fun, huh?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “I told you. I like to experiment and play around.” He put his hand at the back of her head and pulled her down to capture her lips in a quick, but hot kiss. “And later we are definitely going to play.” She grinned and ran her fingers over his smooth chest muscles. “Oooh, playing with you is so much fun,” she purred. He chuckled and pinched her ass. She squealed and slapped at his shoulder, making him laugh harder. Being with him was so easy, so right. She was amazed at just how perfect things seemed when he held her in his arms. She nuzzled his neck, inhaling the salty, musky scent of his skin. “Are you hungry?” he asked softly, his hands gently rubbing up and down her back. “Actually, I am. How about room service?” “I think that can be arranged,” he replied with a smile. “Something light or all out?” 61

Pleasure Trip “It’s our last night. All out.” A shadow flashed across his face for a split second before he covered it up with a grin and a soft pat to her hip. Moving her off his lap, he sauntered to the room. Biting on her lower lip, she admired the way his muscles flexed as he moved, especially his butt cheeks. It was so firm, so pinchable. He glanced over his shoulder and caught her staring. With mischief flashing in his eyes, he stopped and shook his bare ass sexily. Kayla smiled. “Oh, baby,” she drawled. With a wink, he continued into the room, leaving Kayla to practically drool over the picture he presented. Did the fact that tonight was their last night bother him as much as it did her? The very thought of leaving him tore at her heart. She loved him, but she doubted he loved her. Not really. He lusted after her, but Steve wasn’t the marrying kind. He was a womanizer, a bed-hopper as well as a pilot. The one career she swore she’d stay away from. “Stop frowning,” he demanded, and she raised her eyes to stare at him in question. “What?” He’d placed a towel around his waist, hiding the large, thoroughly delectable package he carried between his legs. She was just a tad disappointed. She liked looking at him, watching it stretch and thicken beneath her gaze. “You were frowning.” He stepped forward and grabbed her hand, lifting her to a standing position. “They’ll be none of that, minx. Not tonight.” He helped her step over the side of the tub and wrapped her in a terry cloth robe. The material was soft against her skin and she snuggled deeper into the fluffy wrap. “Dinner will be here in a few minutes. You want some wine?” he asked. “I’d love some, thank you.” As she followed him into the room, her mind wandered with images and ideas of what he had planned for later. He’d refused to tell her anything other than little remarks that had her raising her eyebrow in trepidation. Hopefully, he wasn’t into anything too kinky. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes at herself. Wasn’t she the one who wanted him to fuck her in the pussy, while he also fucked her in the ass with the vibrator? Can’t really get much more kinky than that. Well, you could she just hoped Steve didn’t. 62

Trista Ann Michaels “Here you go. One glass of red wine,” he said as he handed her the glass over her shoulder. His lips grazed her neck, sending sharp tingles down her back. “Thank you,” she whispered, moving her head to allow him better access. He found the soft spot just below her ear and sucked. A sharp current ran through her stomach and up her thighs. She giggled and jerked her head away. “That tickles.” His arm tightened around her waist, holding her closer. With a sigh, she sagged against his chest, the heat of his skin seeping into hers. His lips and teeth continued their teasing assault on the flesh of her neck, sending shots of white-hot desire to her pussy, making her juices ooze from her core. “The food will be here soon,” she mumbled. “I know. And just think how much better it will taste when you’re turned on, burning for me to take you.” “Wow,” she sighed as he slipped his hand into her robe and squeezed her bare breast. His fingers rolled her nipple, pulled at it until her breasts ached and inflated in need. “You’re killing me.” “This is only the beginning, my little minx. Before it’s over I’ll have you so hot you’ll beg me to fuck you over and over.” Kayla closed her eyes, letting his sexy words stroke the fire that was quickly building in her womb. One thing she knew about Steve was he could definitely make her beg. Just like this morning on the boat. My God, she couldn’t remember ever being so turned on. She couldn’t imagine getting any hotter than she was, but if anyone could do it, Steve could. A knock at the door startled her, and she scowled at the door while Steve adjusted her robe with a smile. “Don’t kill him sweetheart. We have all night.” “Rotten timing,” she grumbled. The rich baritone of Steve’s laughter made her stomach tighten. He was still chuckling when he opened the door, allowing room service to bring in the multitude of food. Kayla could only gape at the over laden table full of shrimp, lobster, steamed vegetables and fruit. “Wow, when you go all out, you really go all out,” she said, staring pointedly at Steve. Steve smiled and handed the waiter a tip, then shut the door. Turning, he took her hand and led her to the table. “You’re going to need your strength. And I have a feeling, so am I.” 63

Pleasure Trip Pulling on the belt, Steven undid her robe and tossed it to the floor. The cool air of the room hit her flesh and she shivered. “We’re eating in the nude?” “Yep,” he replied with a grin and tossed the towel around his waist as well. Holding onto her wrist, he moved behind her and held her hand at the small of her back. She glanced at him over her shoulder questioningly. “What are you doing?” “Do you trust me?” “Yes.” Without another word, he reached for her wine and set it on the table, then pulled her other wrist and brought it behind her as well. Something satin wrapped around her wrist and closed with a click. Startled, she realized her hands were bound behind her. Interesting. “You’re into dominance and submission?” “Not really,” he whispered as he placed a kiss on her shoulder. “I just wanted to try this bondage thing out.” Kayla smiled, her heart hammering in her chest. The idea of being tied up intrigued her, especially if the bondage master was Steve. “How am I supposed to eat?” “I’ll feed you.” Oh, she thought her body coming alive with the images running through her mind. She watched him slowly walk around her, his gaze taking in her hips and breasts, which stood out thanks to her arms being held behind her. Moving her eyes down to his shaft, she watched with a smile as it grew, coming to just under his naval. She licked her lips in anticipation of wrapping them around his impressive cock. “Later, my minx.” His finger trailed along her jaw, making her tremble. “You can lick it to your heart’s content.” Grabbing a pillow, he tossed it to the floor. “On your knees,” he commanded and Kayla immediately obeyed, her breathing anxious and excited. She never dreamed being bound like this would be so exciting, so exhilarating. With some impatience, she waited for Steve to take a seat. “Hungry,” he asked. “Yes,” she breathed. Leaning forward, he placed a fried shrimp between her lips. She chewed, her eyes never leaving his as he also placed a shrimp in his mouth and chewed. The sensual feeding continued for several minutes, Steve feeding her, than taking a bite himself. 64

Trista Ann Michaels Twice he licked the crumbs from her lips, and she whimpered, wanting desperately for him to deepen the kiss. With his finger, he smeared lobster butter around her nipple. She gasped and pressed forward. Very slowly, his tongue licked away the butter, sending blood pounding through her ears. She was desperate to touch him and her hands fought against her soft bindings. All too soon, he raised up and placed a bite of butter-laden lobster on her tongue. It tasted incredible, and she sighed, her eyes closing as she chewed. “God, that is incredible.” “Now it’s time for desert,” Steven whispered against her lips and her heart fairly jumped from her chest in anticipation. She wanted him for desert--every long, thick inch of him.

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Chapter Ten

Steve sat in the chair and turned to face her. With a smile, he dipped his fingers into the cream pie then spread the chocolate flavored cream over the length his hard cock. “You want desert, baby? Lick it off.” Kayla smiled and leaned forward. Slowly, she trailed her tongue up his length, smiling to herself when she heard his intake of breath. Determined to take her time, she licked every last drop of cream from his shaft. The salty taste of his precum mixed with the chocolate taste of the fluffy confection, creating something that was strictly Steve. Moving to take his cock deep in her throat, her cheek muscles strained to accommodate his thickness. She moaned around his girth, determined to take him deeper, to feel him fucking her mouth. He gripped the hair at the back of her head, tugging. “That’s enough, Kay,” he choked. The muscles of his thighs jumped, and she knew he fought against his release. “I want more,” she pouted. Steve sighed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. “I don’t think I can take more. Maybe in a minute. It’s my turn now.” Standing, he helped her to her feet and led her to the bed. Watching her closely, he undid the handcuffs and laid her out on the mattress, attaching one cuff to the headboard over her head. Kayla gasped, the idea of being tied to the bed making her heart pound fiercely. “What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked as he secured the other hand close to the first one with another restraint he’d pulled from the nightstand. Her breasts jutted out, standing firm for his perusal. His eyes smoldered as they took in her form and her nipples beaded painfully in need. She watched as his eyes darkened further in hunger. She was helpless against him and the very thought just made her all the more hotter. “What’s your middle name, Kayla?” he asked again. 66

Trista Ann Michaels “It’s Marie,” she answered. “If I do anything that bothers you or hurts you, say Marie and I’ll stop. Understand?” “Yes,” she nodded frantically. She just wanted him to get on with it. Every spot on her flesh burned, every muscle clenched in anticipation. His palm slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, making her squirm beneath his touch. “Steve,” she whimpered. “Shh,” he admonished. “I’d hate to have to spank you.” Her gaze darted to his. Spank her? Now there was something she’d never really thought about, but thinking about his palm slapping against her ass made juices pour from her pussy like water running from a faucet. “Oh. That sounds intriguing.” He smiled and ran his palm up to squeeze her ass. “Like the idea of being spanked? Think it would turn you on?’ “You mean more than I already am?” His fingers moved to her pussy and slid along her slit. Heat burned through her, making her gasp. She could feel her wetness oozing out and sliding between her butt cheeks to dampen the mattress beneath her. “Such a beautiful pussy,” he whispered. His hot breath brushed against her clit, and her hips bucked in reflex. Thick, gentle fingers slid lower spreading her juices between the cheeks of her ass and around her anal whole. She never dreamed she’d want him to touch her there or even fuck her there for that matter. But she did. She wanted to feel his huge cock filling her ass. Fucking her hard. He pushed two fingers knuckles deep, and she moaned, lifting her hips higher. His hot tongue circled her sensitive clit before dipping into her vagina to lick at her juices. She felt herself falling, grasping desperately for the release hovering just out of reach. Every muscle tensed as his tongue slid deeper, his nose tickling her nub to the point she wanted to scream. The nerve endings in her body pulsed and tingled as the first wave of her climax skimmed through her. “Yes,” she gasped and rotated her pussy against his face. “Oh, God. Yes.” Steve moaned, holding fast to his control. Damn it, he wanted to fuck her. He kept eating her pussy and gently stretching her anal passage even after her contractions stopped. Her soft sighs heightened his desire. As gently as possible, he slid a third finger 67

Pleasure Trip into her ass. She gasped as the tight walls constricted around his knuckles. He couldn’t wait to feel those walls gripping his cock. Removing his fingers, he reached to the nightstand and removed the Rabbit vibrator he’d bought earlier that afternoon at the same place he’d gotten the restraints. Settling between her legs, he slid the vibrator deep into her pussy. She groaned and lifted her hips off the bed, her head lulling from side to side. She was so beautiful and for a moment, he watched her face as he moved the vibrator in and out, simulating what he’d do with his cock. His shaft twitched, jerking toward her splayed thighs and a jolt of pure animal lust gripped him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to fucking calm down or he’d hurt her in his haste. Reaching forward, he undid one of her restraints then settled the ears of the Rabbit against her clit. “Roll over, baby,” he grit out, holding onto his control by a mere thread. Kayla rolled over and he helped her to settle on her knees. Grabbing the lubricating cream, he covered his cock and the inside of her anus. She moaned and moved back against him, silently encouraging him to continue. “I want to fuck you in the ass, Kay,” he said as three fingers slid deep, preparing her for the entry of his cock. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, baby.” She whimpered and wiggled her hips. Fuck. He didn’t know how much more he could take. Running his hand over her smooth alabaster hips he positioned the head of his shaft at her whole. With both hands, he held her hips still and pushed past the tight muscles of her opening. He felt her stiffen, and he held still. “Relax, baby and push out, just a little.” She did as he said and he slid deep. His eyes closed on a groan. He remained frozen, allowing her to become accustomed to his size and the unusual invasion. While he waited, he reached between her legs and turned on the toy that was embedded in her pussy. “Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as the ears of the device messaged her clit. “Oh, fuck is right,” he growled and began to move. He could feel the vibrations of the toy against his cock through the thin membrane separating her two channels and he thought he’d die. Gritting his teeth, he thrust faster and harder. The sound of Kayla’s moans and screams spurring him on. He’d never felt with anyone the things he felt with Kayla. He 68

Trista Ann Michaels wanted to shout he loved her, but he held back, biting his lip to keep quiet. Glancing down, he watched his cock slid in and out of her ass, her cheeks slapping against his stomach. The image was incredibly erotic and his shaft swelled painfully. Kayla cried out with her release. The muscles of her anus quaked and pulsed around his shaft, milking the very life from him. With a shout, he thrust hard and spurted his seed deep within her. His legs quaked with the force of his orgasm and for a moment, he couldn’t move or even breathe. “Steve,” she whimpered. “Turn off the Rabbit, please. I can’t take it anymore.” Coming to his senses, he turned off the toy and removed it from her body. As gently as possible, he slid from her ass, and she immediately collapsed onto the bed. “Stay still. I’ll be right back,” he said then placed a soft kiss against her shoulder. Her only response was a grunt, and he grinned. Once in the bathroom, he cleaned himself up then brought out a damp, warm cloth to clean Kayla. Undoing her handcuffs, he helped her to roll over then spread her thighs. “Steve,” she mumbled. “No. I couldn’t.” Steve smiled and brushed the bangs from her eyes. “I’m just cleaning you, baby.” She relaxed and he settled the warm cloth between her legs, wiping away the lubricant and any of his seed that had run out. “Better?” he asked. “Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, god. I think I blacked out.” Steve chuckled and settled beside her, pulling her into his arms. Her body fit so perfectly into his embrace, and he wanted her there forever. “That was incredible,” she whispered as she snuggled closer, her tiny hands resting against his chest. “Yes, it was.” He hesitated before continuing with what he wanted to say. “Kayla. I don’t want this to stop here. I want to keep seeing you once we leave. I think we have something. I know we have something and I want to keep it going, watch it grow.” He tensed waiting for her response. As the silence ticked by he felt sick. Was she thinking of a way to let him down easy? Tell him she didn’t want what he did? He’d never had to deal with being rejected, and he wasn’t sure how he would take it. She continued to remain silent. Why wasn’t she saying something? “Kayla?” he whispered. Still no response. Pulling away from her slightly, he stared down at her closed eyes and slow, even breathing. He smiled, letting a breath out in relief. His little minx was sound asleep. 69

Pleasure Trip Reaching for the sheet, he covered them. His large body settling against her small one. “I love you, Kay,” he whispered.

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Kayla squirmed as heat engulfed her. Soft kisses brushed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. They were such sweet, gentle kisses and her insides melted. “Steve?” she sighed. “Shhh,” he whispered, his lips covering hers. There were no words, no sounds other than their soft breathing and the surf outside the window. The room was dark, the scent of salt water floating in on the breeze. She had no idea what time it was and didn’t care. All that mattered was she was here with Steve. This would be her last time with him and that heightened the urgency, the need that always gripped her. His fingers slid up her thigh with painstaking slowness, sending tingling sensations to every extremity. Bending her leg, she wrapped it around his. The hair on his legs scratching at her overly sensitive skin. Steve set the pace, keeping things slow and gentle. There wasn’t a spot on her body anywhere that his lips didn’t touch, and she thought she would die from the extreme pleasure that raced through her. His mouth and hands cherished her, made her feel sexy and beautiful. Twice she had to bite her lip to keep from saying she loved him. She didn’t want their last night ruined when she said it, and he remained silent. Settling between her thighs, he slowly pushed forward, burying himself deeply inside her. They remained that way for several moments, just enjoying the sensation of being joined as one. Their bodies as close to each other as possible from head to toe. His hands framed her face, holding her steady so his mouth could claim hers with soft, gentle kisses. Neither said a word. They didn’t have to, their bodies said it all for them as they made slow, sweet love. Steve was everything she could ever want in a lover. He could be whatever she wanted. Slow and sweet, like he was now. Hard and dominating like earlier, or wild and adventurous. He encouraged her to talk about her sexual fantasies and even played them 71

Pleasure Trip out for her, no matter how silly or kinky. He brought her to heights no one else had and as her orgasm gripped her, she turned her head to hide the tear that slipped down her cheek.

*** As soon as Kayla heard Steve’s deep even breathing, she slipped from under his arm. Searching the darkened room for her clothes, she wiped at the tears sliding down her cheeks. Her chest felt as though it were splitting in two. She never wanted to fall in love with him, but she had. As quietly as possible, she punched her arms through the sleeves of her robe, the whole time watching for any movement from Steve. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up and try to talk her out of leaving. She needed time to compose herself before she had to face him on the flight home. At least in front of the crew, she didn’t have to worry about him making a huge scene. One thing about Steve, was when he was working, he was all business. With her hand on the door, she took one last look. He was so handsome, his long lashes lying against his cheeks, his bare chest rising with the slow, even breathing of sleep. The normally prominent lines around his eyes and across his forehead were relaxed, making him appear younger. She had done a stupid, stupid thing. Opening the door, she closed it silently, then practically ran down the hall toward Jordan’s room. Raising her hand, she knocked at the door, hoping she wasn’t interrupting something. Within seconds, Jordan opened the door a concerned look wrinkling his brow. “Kay? What’s wrong?” Her lower lip began to tremble, and she lost control, throwing herself into Jordan’s arms. He held her tight, letting her cry out her pain as he moved her inside and shut the door behind them. “Oh, sweetie. What? Tell me what happened? Did he hurt you?” She shook her head, her tears leaving wet marks on his t-shirt. “He didn’t hurt you or you can’t tell me what happened?” “He didn’t hurt me,” she mumbled. “I just...” “Say no more,” he sighed and pulled her onto the bed with him. Settling on his back, he held her against his side. Her whole body shook with sobs. Why did she let herself do this? She should never have slept with him. She should 72

Trista Ann Michaels have kept her distance. Now she didn’t know what the hell she was going to do. She still had to work with him. “What am I going to do, Jordan?” she sobbed. “What do you want to do?” “That’s beside the point.” “No it’s not. Do you love him?” She nodded, swallowing back another sob. “Honey, then what are you doing here?” “I don’t want to end up like my mom.” Jordan was quiet for a moment as his fingers slowly combed through her hair. “Steve’s not like your dad.” “No. He’s worse. You know his reputation as well as I do.” “I’m not sure everything we’ve heard is true. One of the other flight attendants was telling me the other day that the girl that started all those rumors was making them up.” “Why would she do that?” “She was mad because Steve wasn’t interested in her. Apparently, she jumped in bed with him thinking she could keep him once she had him there.” “That’s not helping, Jordan,” she admonished. Of course she couldn’t keep him there. Steve wasn’t the serious relationship type. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, then kissed her forehead. “Try to get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning. I promise.”

*** Steve awoke the next morning to an empty bed. With a sigh, he placed his hand on the cold spot where Kayla should be, but wasn’t. It felt wrong with her not here. As though something was missing. Hopefully, she’d just gone to her room for a change of clothes. Grabbing the receiver, he dialed her room number, then waited impatiently for her to answer. When she didn’t, he hung it up with a frown. He had a bad feeling, but couldn't put his finger on what. On instinct, he dialed Jordan’s room. “Yello,” Jordan’s answered. “Hey, Jordan. It’s Steve. Kayla there?” 73

Pleasure Trip There was a slight pause before Jordan spoke and Steve’s gut clenched. “You just missed her, man. I’m sorry.” “Is she heading back to her room?” “No. She checked out.” Steve bolted upright. “She what? Our flight doesn’t leave for another three hours.” Again another moment of silence and Steve growled, “Jordan.” Jordan sighed. “I’m going to kill her for this. She got one of the other flight attendants that arrived yesterday to switch flights with her. She’s taking the early flight home, then called in sick for the rest of the paring.” “Son of a bitch.” Getting shot in the chest couldn’t have hurt nearly as bad as this did. What the hell was she doing? Didn’t she feel what was between them? “You’re not going to let her get away with this, are you, Steve?” Jordan asked. Steve could just see the cheeky grin on his face. “Hell no.” “Good.”

*** Kayla walked into her apartment and sagged against the closed door. She kept her tears at bay for as long as she could, but the second she’d slipped into her car at the employee lot of Miami International Airport, she’d completely lost it. She cried all the way home, mentally kicking herself for getting involved with him in the first place. The phone rang, making her jump. She glared at it, then waited for the answering machine to pick up. After the beep, Jordan’s voice came through the speaker, and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey, Kay. You there yet? Come on, girlfriend, pick up.” With a sigh, she grabbed the receiver and hit the talk button. “Hey, Jordan. I’m here.” “You all right?” His voice was full of concern, and she smiled. Jordan had always been there for her since day one. He was her rock. “I’ll be okay. Where are you calling me from?” He chuckled. “From the plane. It’s costing me a fortune too, so I’m making it quick. Don’t leave. I’ll be home soon.” 74

Trista Ann Michaels “All right.” “I mean it, Kay. Don’t go anywhere. Not even the store. Whatever we need we’ll pick it up later.” She grinned for the first time in several hours. “I could use a bottle of Vodka and a quart of orange juice.” “Way ahead of you. Check the fridge. But don’t get so drunk you can’t walk. It makes you too sick.” “Got it. Just slightly, wobbly drunk. No problem.” “Don’t drink too much, Kay. I don’t want you drinking in your depressed state alone. Okay?” “Okay. I’ll behave. I’m going to take a bath. I’ll see you when you get here.” “All right. Bye, babe.” “Bye.” Jordan flipped Steve’s phone closed and handed it back to him. Steve glanced at him over his shoulder, adjusting the cockpit headset before his lips. “She’s home?” Steve asked. “Yeah. And you owe me for this one. She’s going to be one pissed off chica.” The corner of Steve’s lips quirked in amusement. “Yeah, but she’s so damn hot when she’s pissed.” With a smirk, Jordan slapped Steve on the shoulder. “You’ll think hot when she’s giving you what for.” “At least she’ll be talking to me.” Jordan nodded his head with a grin, then left the cockpit, leaving Steve to work out a plan of attack.

*** Parking his truck in the parking lot of Biscayne Bay’s most exclusive condo complex, Steve took a look around with a whistle. Wow. Jordan had warned him ahead of time where she lived. Her dad hated Miami and had bought it for Kayla so she would feel safe, and he would feel more relieved. He may have been a lousy husband, but he was definitely a doting dad. He and Jordan had exchanged keys so Steve could go to the condo and surprise Kayla. He was determined to make her see there was more to them than just a three day fling. 75

Pleasure Trip With a nod to the doorman, he stepped into the lobby. Bright crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, their light reflecting on the gray Italian tile floor. Numerous conversation areas lay scattered around the oversized room. Large windows to the back gave an unobstructed view of the beach and ocean of Biscayne Bay. Glancing around, he quickly found the elevator. With a swipe of the card Jordan had given him, he hit the number twelve, then waited impatiently for the elevator to open on Kayla’s floor. For the first time in his life, he was a nervous wreck. What if she really didn’t feel the same way he did? What if he was about to make a huge fool of himself? Steeling his spine, he determined that it was worth the risk. He would do whatever it took to have Kayla. With a soft ding, the elevator door slid open and Steve stepped off onto floor twelve. Turning to his right, he headed down the hall. If his sense of direction was right, Kayla’s condo faced the beach. From the twelfth floor, she would have one hell of a view. Steve stopped outside her condo door and listened for any movement on the other side. There was no sound at all, so he reached out to turn the handle. Unlocked. As quietly as possible, he opened the door, then stepped inside. Wow. The condo was bright, with lots of sunshine pouring in the open sliding glass doors. They led to a balcony that overlooked the ocean. About thirty plants of varying size decorated the outdoor room. The living room was oversized, with a hallway to the left, which Steve assumed led to the two bedrooms and the kitchen and dining area to his right. It was nice, but small, which was probably just right for Kayla. Taking a deep breath, he shut the door, the loud bang echoing through the quiet home. “Jordan?” Kayla’s voice carried from down the hall. “Is that you?” She rounded the corner, and Steve sucked in a breath. She had just come from a bath, her hair was damp with tiny ringlets hanging around her ears. Her skin was flushed pink beneath the blue, satin robe and his heart clenched in his chest. In her hand was a glass of juice that she dropped on the floor the second she saw him, glass and juice shattering across the tile. “Steve?” “You ran out on me this morning.” 76

Trista Ann Michaels Her mouth opened and closed, her face flushing an even deeper shade of pink. “How did you get in here?” He held up his hand and showed her the security card. “Jordan.” “Damn.” She started to walk away, but Steve held up a hand, stopping her. “Don’t move. There’s glass everywhere.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the mess around her feet. Steve walked over and picked her up in his arms. “Hey. What are you doing?” He frowned. “You’re barefoot. What did you want me to do, leave you there?” “No, but...” She squirmed, causing him to almost loose his hold on her. “Be still, Kay. I’d hate to drop you on that adorable ass.” She froze and stared at him, her eyes wary and uncertain. He stopped by the sliding glass door, the breeze from outside causing goosebumps to rise on her flesh and tickle the ringlets by her ears. “Why did you leave, Kayla?” “I um...” She swallowed. “You know why. We agreed to keep it only there. Steve, please let me down.” Reluctantly, Steve set her on her feet. She immediately stepped back, putting some distance between them. In pure male stubbornness, Steve stepped toward her, closing that distance once again. Her eyes widened and the thin material of her robe stretched tight across her nipples at her deep intake of breath. “There’s more to us than just three days in Jamaica, Kayla.” She shook her head and backed against the glass door. “The sex was great but---“ “No buts.” He shifted, pinning her, his hands resting on the door above her head. “Can you honestly look me in the eye and tell me you don’t feel anything for me?” She glanced up at him pleadingly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “No. But I can’t do this.” She shoved at his chest, pushing him away. With a determined stride, she headed toward the hall, but stopped when she remembered the glass. “Damn,” she sighed. “I love you, Kayla.” His voice had been so quiet, she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. Turning to face him, she gripped her hands in front of her, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. “What?” “I love you.” 77

Pleasure Trip She was sure she stared at him like a complete idiot. She wanted to jump for joy, shout from the rooftops, but her fears kept her grounded and determined. “You love me?” His lips quirked adorably. “Yes.” Slowly he began to move toward her. She wanted to run but her feet remained rooted to the spot. Oh, God. She loved him so much, but she didn’t want to end up lonely and dumped on like her mother. “I’m not your dad, Kayla and you’re not your mother. We can make this work.” When she remained silent, he continued. “We can work our schedules so that we fly together. Think of all the overnights that we’ll have to talk and hold each other.” His gaze held hers captive as he moved closer, invading her space. “Make love.” The thought of making love to him again sent her hormones into overdrive. The man knew exactly what to do to make her body come alive. “I’m scared,” she whispered. “I know.” He cupped her cheeks and the warmth of his palms seeped into her flesh. “I’m scared, too. I’ve never been in love before. Not like this.” “But you’re a pilot. I always swore I’d never get involved with a pilot.” “I am what I am, Kayla. I’ve wanted to be a pilot my whole life. I love my job---“ “And I would never ask you to leave it.” “I would for you.” That shocked her. He would leave the career he worked so hard for, spent thousands of dollars on, for her? No. She would never let him do that. “I would never want you to stop flying. But...” She swallowed down a lump. “I want a husband who will be there and kids. I want kids.” “Oh, God. Kayla. So do I. Lots of little girls that look just like you.” He leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. His warm breath fanned her face, and she inhaled his minty scent. “I know we can make this work, Kay. I love you. Give me the chance to prove I’m not what the rumors claim me to be. That I can be the husband you need.” She smiled. Pleasure at those softly spoken, three little words skimming through her and tightening her chest. He loved her. “I love you, too. I’m willing to try. I want this to work so bad.” “So do I, baby.” 78

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Kayla placed her hands against the warmth of Steve’s hard chest and gripped at the soft, cotton fabric. Parting her lips, she moaned as he slipped his tongue inside, invading her mouth with a gentleness that almost brought her to her knees. His hands tugged at the belt, loosening it so that the robe fell open, exposing her heated flesh to his touch. And he touched her everywhere-her stomach, her breasts, then behind her to the small of her back and ass. His fingers skimmed lightly over her, making her desperate for a more intimate touch. Juices poured from her body. She stepped closer, rubbing her stomach against his hard cock through the rough material of his uniform slacks. His palms gripped her butt, pulling her tighter along his length as his kiss deepened. Breaking away, he leaned down and picked her up in his arms. With a soft squeal, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight. He was warm, and she snuggled closer inhaling his musky scent and spicy after-shave. “You smell so good,” she mumbled. “Like that one?” “Yep,” she replied with a giggle. He smiled down at her, his eyes twinkling. “Then I’ll have to wear it all the time.” With a grin, she bit at his chin, making him growl playfully. “Which room is yours?” he asked as he made his way down the hall. “The one on the right.” Pushing open the door with his foot, he stepped into the bedroom. His eyes roamed the room, then narrowed into a slight frown. “Okay, the frilly, foo-foo has got to go.” Kayla laughed, then took a look around her definitely girl decorated bedroom with the white comforter splattered with pink and lavender flowers. Beneath it at least two layers of lace brushed the edge of the lacy bedskirt. The curtains matched the bed 80

Trista Ann Michaels and the white lacy sheers blew in the cool ocean breeze. About ten pillows of all shapes sat at the headboard. An image of her and Steve having wild sex in the midst of all those pillows flashed through her mind, and she shivered. “What did you expect. I am a girl, after all.” Steve grinned and moved toward the bed. “Oh, I know you’re a girl, all right. A very sexy.” He placed a soft kiss on her chin. “Very hot.” His lips brushed the corner of her mouth, and she sighed, parting her lips in silent invitation. “Very beautiful...woman.” Her whole body hummed with the need to have him. To feel his skin against hers, his cock buried deep inside her throbbing pussy. “Steve, if you don’t hurry up and make love to me, I’m going to scream.” He chuckled, then set her on the floor along side the massive queen size bed. “I have no intention of hurrying.” His finger traced her jawline, making her shiver. “Say you love me.” “I love you,” she whispered. She was held captive by the green of his eyes as they smoldered. His nostrils flared and a muscle in his cheek twitched. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down to her for a kiss. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips. With a growl, he took hungry possession of her mouth, sending her senses skyrocketing. Her fingers worked the buttons of his shirt loose, then slid inside running along the smooth, hard expanse of chest. God, he was so gorgeous. She couldn’t believe someone as hot and sexy as him loved her. Shrugging his shoulders, he helped her to remove his shirt. They both worked at the zipper of his slacks, tugging them down his hips. The coarse hair of his thighs tickled hers as she moved her leg up along his. Steve growled in pure need as he pressed his straining shaft into the soft flesh of her stomach. She felt so good in his arms, but he had to get rid of his boxers. He needed to feel all of his skin touching hers. Moving her hand to the waistband of his shorts, he encouraged her to push them down. Her palms lingered on his ass then moved around to grip his cock. Her fingers were warm and firm as they pumped his length and his balls tightened in response. “Ah, I like it when you do that.” “Do you,” she purred. “Then I bet you’ll really like this.” 81

Pleasure Trip Kayla dropped to her knees and held the bottom of his shaft with a firm grip. Watching him through her lashes, she ran her tongue around the purple head. Steve hissed through his teeth ready to burst at the feel of her tongue licking the pre-cum from his engorged tip. Her other hand slid behind his balls, gently massaging at the same time she wrapped her lips around him. Relaxing her throat, she sucked him deep, almost swallowing him completely. He shivered and buried his fingers in her soft hair. “Damn, Kayla.” He couldn’t take much more. The feel of her hot mouth around his shaft, her hands at his balls were quickly draining him of what self-control he had left. “Enough,” he moaned and pulled his cock free of her mouth. Tugging her to her feet, he shoved the robe from her shoulders and threw it to the floor. Her breasts heaved with her sudden intake of breath. He cupped one, testing its weight and lifted it to his awaiting lips. She moaned and arched her back, digging her fingers into his hair. He loved it when she clawed at his scalp like that and increased his suckling, his teeth nipping at her sensitive nipple. Standing straight, he pushed her to the center of the mattress on her back. “These may come in handy, after all.” He sent her a cheeky grin, then grabbed one of the bigger pillows, settling it beneath her hips. Her lips opened into a silent ‘oh’ as he bent her knees, spreading her thighs wide. She was beautiful all spread before him like a feast. One he planned to take full advantage of. He loved tasting her. The way she moaned and undulated against him when he fucked her with his tongue. His cock throbbed with impatience, but he wanted to lick at her first-make her come with his mouth. Leaning down, he spread her labia lips with his fingers. Her scent enveloped himmusky with just a hint of citrus. He grinned. He loved citrus. Gently, he blew onto her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips upward. He knew what she wanted, but he would take his time giving it to her. He wanted her screaming for him. With patience he had no idea he possessed, he began to slowly lick up her slit, deliberately avoiding her clit. Her juices poured onto his tongue, and he drove deeper, seeking out more of her heavenly taste. 82

Trista Ann Michaels “Steve,” she groaned, her hips circling, seeking that touch he was holding just out of her reach. Two fingers pushed into her dripping pussy just as his tongue applied pressure to her clit. She burst with a loud scream, her juices running out and coating his palm. As her throbs subsided, his tongue moved to lap them up, removing every drop he could find. His fingers continued to gently fuck her pussy, moving in slow shallow thrusts. Once again, building her need. Kayla moaned in utter torture as his tongue made hot little flicks against her sensitive bud. Even with the intensity of her orgasm, she still wanted him. Her stomach clenched with the need to feel his cock thrusting into her over and over. “Steve, please,” she moaned, grinding her hips against his face. “Please what?” he teased. “Damn you. I want you, now. Please.” He removed his fingers and settled his hips between hers. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist in anticipation of the penetration of his long, thick cock. She moaned as he continued to tease her, rubbing the tip of his shaft in titillating circles around her clit, down to her wet opening, then down to the tight rose bud of her anus. He was killing her, and she had no doubt he was doing it on purpose. Finally, he moved to her pussy and drove deep in one long thrust. She screamed at the stretching, the complete feeling when he lodged balls deep. Her muscles clenched at him as he pulled out then pushed in again. One thrust leading to another, each one going deeper. His balls slapped against her ass as the rhythm increased. Lifting her hands over her head, she gripped the pillows, trying to hold off her release as long as she could. He felt so good that she didn’t want it to end. But Steve had other ideas. As he drove deep, he rotated his hips, rubbing against her clit. Her whole body tensed in anticipation. The oncoming orgasm snaking through her body making her muscles quake and tremble. Her stomach clenched and her pussy spasm with the force of it, as a scream tore from her throat she was sure they heard all the way on the beach. Seconds later, Steve tensed above her with a groan, his hot seed spurting into her channel. “I love you, Kayla,” he sighed into her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, tugging him closer. “I love you.”

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Pleasure Trip Kayla awoke later cocooned within Steve’s arms. She smiled and glanced toward the window. It was dark outside, the soft calls of the seagulls floated through the open door that led to the balcony. Vaguely, she wondered where Jordan had gone or was he already here and just being quiet. Steve stirred and opened his eyes. “Good morning,” he said with a smile. “I think you mean good evening.” “Really? What time is it?” he rolled slightly and glanced at the clock. “Two in the morning? Damn no wonder I’m so hungry.” Kayla laughed. “The way you eat I don’t see how you keep your figure.” “I work it off.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making her laugh again. “You do realize now that you’ve said I love you, you’re stuck with me. I expect an obedient wife.” “An obedient wife? Oh, honey are you barking up the wrong tree.” He grinned, making his eyes crinkle. “I was hoping you would say that.” She raised an eyebrow in interest. “So you like women that give you a hard time?” “I like it when you give me a hard time.” She traced his bronze nipple with the tip of her finger. “You know. All this talk about my being a wife is nice, but I don’t recall hearing you propose.” His eyes widened. “Did I not?” She shook her head and stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “No.” “Well. I guess maybe I should rectify that.” With a grin, he rolled from bed and padded over to the pants lying on the floor. She watched him pull something from his pocket with a frown. “What are you doing?” He climbed back under the covers and took her hand in his. “I’m proposing. Marry me, Kayla. I’ll make a good husband, I promise.” With a smile, he slid a beautiful diamond engagement ring onto her finger. She gasped as she stared at the teardrop shape, one carrot diamond with a gold band. “When did you get this?” “On the way here. I took a chance. Do you like it?” She smiled. “I love it. And yes, I’ll marry you.” He kissed her, hard, fast, and deep, making her flesh heat with a burning intensity. The mattress sank behind her and they broke apart to see Jordan bouncing on the bed beside them. 84

Trista Ann Michaels “What the hell are you doing?” Steve growled. Jordan grinned. “Checking up on things. When you didn’t come home, I just assumed the best.” Kayla bit her lower lip to keep from laughing at her friend. “And you couldn’t wait until morning?” Steve asked. “It is morning.” “Two in the morning,” Steve snarled. “I couldn’t sleep, the suspense was killing me. Well?” Jordan asked, hands on hips. Kayla held up her hand, showing off the ring and Jordan squealed like a girl. Steve groaned, making Kayla laugh. Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Please tell me he’s negotiable.” Kayla shook her head, while Jordan examined the ring. “No way, big guy. Best friends are never negotiable. Besides, you owe me,” Jordan said with a grin. “You know, for a straight guy, you have good taste in jewelry.” Steve chuckled and rubbed at his forehead. Jordan was right, he did owe him. “I suppose he can stay.” Jordan’s smile widened and he clapped his hands. “But not in the bed!” Jordan held up his hands. “Okay, I get the hint.” “Finally,” Steve mumbled, but the grin said he was only teasing. “I’ll talk to you later, Kay.” Jordan left the room and they listened while the door across the hall shut. Steve rolled to his side and propped himself on his elbow. “So do you suppose he’s really in his room or is he just on the other side of the door waiting to pounce again?” Kayla laughed. “He won’t do that again.” “Good. Then come here and lets finish what we started, future wife.”

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Epilogue

Kayla sat in the lounge chair beneath the beach umbrella, shading herself from the warm afternoon sun. The ocean was gentle today, the breeze light. She ran her palm along her growing stomach, talking softly to her and Steve’s third child growing in her stomach. They’d been married eleven years now. They had two children, Joshua who was seven, Katelyn who was four and then of course the one on the way. Joshua’s laughter caught her attention, and she glanced toward the water where Steve played with the kids. He looked up and caught her stare, then waved with a smile. Her worries had been unfounded. Steve had turned out to be a great husband and dad. They lived at the HUB, and he worked his schedule so he was home as much as he could be. The last eleven years had been the happiest of her life. “Hey guys.” Kayla glanced to her right and waved to Jordan. Beside him was his partner of eight years now, Shawn. Jordan had finally found the love of his life, but she was still his Grace, and he was still her Will. Steve had accepted it and knew that when he was away he could always count on Jordan and Shawn to watch out for her and the kids. She had everything she could ever want.

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Bio

Trista penned her first ghost story at the age of eight. She still has a love of ghosts, but her taste and writing style have leaned more to the sultry side. She started writing erotic romance two years ago and with the help of her critique partners was soon published and she's been running full steam ever since. Raised an Airforce brat, Trista surprised her family by marrying a Navy man. But just as she knew he would, her husband won them over despite his military choice. Together they've had three children, and she attributes their successful marriage to the fact he's away flying a lot. Separation does make the heart grow fonder. After all, if he's not there, she can't kill him. All joking aside, her family and writing partners are her biggest form of support and encouragement. Trista's a big believer in happily ever after and although she may put her characters through hell getting there, they will always achieve that goal.

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