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  Okay, so I’m definitely doing that. “You have a problem with me bending over?”

  “I sure as hell do. How am I supposed to work with my cock standing up to take notice every single time?”

  I grin.

  “You like that, huh?” he asks, and slides another finger in.

  “Will...” I murmur.

  “Khloe,” he says, “we shouldn’t make this sweet pussy wait a second longer.” He slides down my body, and my hips rise with that first delicious swipe along the hot length of me. Hot sensations fill me as the soft blade swirls around my clit, coming close but never touching. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks.

  “I’m going to add no talking to the list,” I say, and he chuckles softly.

  “But don’t you want me to tell you how much I love your body, the taste of you?”

  “Yeah, okay. Just don’t stop.”

  “Khloe, I’m not going to stop until you come.”

  “Thank you,” I murmur, my head going from side to side as delicious waves course through my body. He goes quiet, licking, probing, doing magical things between my legs until I’m shaking mindlessly. He moans and works his fingers inside me, his tongue taking me higher and higher.

  “You’ve been in need of attention,” he says, his voice raspy.

  “Yes...” My breathing changes as he returns to his task, and it becomes almost impossible to fill my lungs as everything in me focuses on my building climax. “Will... Will...”

  He sharpens his tongue, applies more pressure to my clit, and like a damn bursting, I let go. His moan of approval sends a tingle down my spine.

  His head lifts, his breathing rough.

  “Come here,” I say.

  He climbs up my body, his weight pressing down on me as his lips hover over mine. My lips part automatically. Shit, no kissing. “I’m not the only one in need of attention,” I say, and shove until he’s on the mattress beside me.

  I roll over and crawl across the bed. The position isn’t all that different from when I’m dusting.

  “What are you doing?” he asks. The gruffness in his voice brings a smile to my face, and I glance at him over my shoulder.

  “Getting a condom. I just assumed you had them in your nightstand.”

  I turn, give an extra wiggle of my ass and pull open his nightstand. I tug out a condom, and I’m about to hold it up, but Will is right there, his body pressed over mine, his hard cock between my thighs. His heat burns my skin, and my heart gallops like I’ve just run a marathon.

  “You’re such a tease,” he whispers into my ear as he slides his hands around my body, covers both breasts and lifts me until I’m upright on my spread knees. I slide my hand down, capture his cock as he pivots forward, and I give it a stroke, wishing I could taste it. My God, this man brings something out in me—something wild and adventurous, something I was too afraid to allow myself to feel with my ex. Knowing Liam, he’d simply have shamed me, reprimanded me for my behavior. But I’m done with that. I’ve accepted my body the way it is, and now I’m going to accept my needs, too.

  I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste Will on my tongue. He growls against my ear, the heat of his breath caressing my bare flesh.

  “Jesus Christ that’s hot,” he growls.

  “Good. I want to try everything with you.”

  He stills for a second. “Try?”

  “Will,” I begin, deciding if I’m going to have the best sex of my life, then I need to be open and honest. I go down on my breasts, press them into the sheets and keep my ass in the air.

  “I’ve never been fucked like this.”

  He goes quiet, thoughtful for a moment, like he’s struggling to make sense of my words. Hesitation tightens my gut. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken this position, or opened up so readily. Maybe it’s too soon to admit my inexperience. Will it scare him away? But all worry evaporates when he grips my ass, squeezes my cheeks.

  “No?” he asks, his voice a bit shaky.

  “No,” I say. “I’ve never even been on top. Sex was never something my ex and I excelled at, and he was kind of my...”

  “First?”

  “First and last.”

  He slides a finger into me, and we both groan. “Not your last, Khloe. Not your last by a long shot.”

  “No, not my last,” I say, even though I’m sure once my time here with Will is over, my sex life will go back to dormant. I’m still sure no man out there is right for me, and I refuse to change who I am to suit someone else. Besides, when I return I have a career to focus on. But I can’t think about that when Will is ripping into the condom and sheathing himself.

  “That’s something I want to do, too,” I say as I look over my shoulder, note the way he’s rolling on the condom.

  “You want to suit me up?”

  “Yeah, is that weird?”

  He grins. “Not weird at all. In fact, I think you should write out a list of all the things you want. Put it in the rule book. We’ll work our way through it and check things off as we achieve them.”

  I smile at him. “I like that idea.”

  “And here you thought I was insane for having a rule book.”

  “I never used the word insane.”

  “Khloe,” he says in a commanding voice that tugs at my clit.

  “Yeah.”

  “You can keep talking if you want.” He presses his crown to my wet pussy. “But I’m going to put my cock in you. Right now.”

  “Okay,” I say, and let loose a breath.

  “This position is going to allow me to go deep. It might hurt.”

  “I like a little pain, remember?”

  He runs the rough pad of his thumb along my spine. “Baby, I don’t think you know what you like,” he says in a tone so soft and so full of genuine concern, it nearly knocks me off my knees. “But when you leave this island, you’re going to know what you want and what you love. I promise you that.”

  “Yes,” I say as he pushes inside me. I grip the sheets, curl them around my fingers as he slides in, going deeper and deeper, stealing the breath from my lungs with every delicious, glorious inch. My walls spread, clench, tighten around him. My God. “This is what I’ve been missing out on,” I say.

  “Feels good, right?” he moans, his hands gripping my hips harder, biting into the flesh for leverage. He slides in so deep I lose all train of thought, can’t even answer his question. He pulls almost all the way out, and in one swift movement, he’s filling me again. I gulp.

  “Khloe,” he says in a soft voice, his thrust slowing.

  “Yeah,” I manage to say when I get my voice working again.

  “You with me?”

  His thoughtful check-in does something weird to my insides. “I am,” I say.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I move my body, back up against him, wiggle and encourage him to take me the way he needs to. The way I need him to, even though I’m not sure I know what I need.

  “Talk to me.” His grip loosens and he draws circles with his thumbs. “Tell me how this feels.”

  “Good. So good.”

  “Too deep?”

  “No, Will. I want all of you in me. I want everything.”

  “I’ll give you everything.” He lowers himself over my back, once again seated high inside me, pushing on my walls, brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside. He moves slightly, rotates his hips, and I groan. “Thattagirl. Tell me how you like it.”

  He pulls out and pistons into me. Hard. My nipples scrape against the mattress, and the tingles spread to my sex as the headboard bangs against the wall. Pain mingles with pleasure, and so help me God, I love it.

  “Like that, Will. Yes, please,” I whimper.

  “You should see the way I’m sliding in and out of you. I’ve got an amazing view, Khloe.”


  My sex clenches. “I want to see.”

  “You will, but not tonight. Tonight I’m just going to keep fucking you like this until you come. That’s what I want, I want you to quiver around me when I come inside you,” he says. Beneath his even tone, there’s a hint of tension, a shakiness that I’d easily miss if my attention wasn’t on everything he was doing to me, everything he was saying. Will Carson is teetering on the edge, and I’ve done this to him. Me. Khloe Davis. He grips my ass cheeks and massages.

  “You’ve got the nicest ass.” He slides a pillow under my hips and pulls my knees out from under me. I fall until I’m flat on the pillow, my ass slightly raised.

  “You’re going to like this,” he says, and when he slams into me, my clit rubs against the soft pillowcase.

  “Oh, God, Will. More, please. Harder.”

  “Greedy girl. I like that about you.” He traces my curves. “I like this about you, too.”

  As he touches me, worships me, I lift my ass a bit more, a shameless move I never would have tried in the past, and I’m rewarded with a deep groan and a smack to the ass.

  He changes angles, thrusts, going deeper. Hard. Pounding. Every purposeful slide stimulates my breasts and clit until I’m drowning in heat and need. An erotic throb crashes over me until nothing exists but pleasure.

  “Will!” I cry as my muscles clench around him, each determined drag in and out of my sex causing more friction, more sensations. I lose all control of my muscles as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm out of me. I whimper, fist the bedding, and I know he’s reached his limit when he seats himself high, goes still and calls out my name. Nothing has ever been more satisfying than hearing my name on his tongue as he reaches his ultimate pleasure. The sweet, beautifully seductive sound wraps around my closed-off heart.

  He falls over me, his hot body moist and hard. His rapid breath flutters my damp hair. “You good?” he asks, and I smile, taking a moment to enjoy the post-orgasm bliss. He rolls off me fast, his brow pinched as he moves my body around like I weigh nothing. Our eyes meet.

  “Khloe?”

  Oh, crap. He’s worried he hurt me. I touch his face, enjoy the feel of his bristles against my hand. I’m guessing it’s a rare day when he forgets to shave. “I’m good,” I assure him. He examines my face a moment longer, then a slow smile curls his mouth. My lips tingle, but no, I’m not about to kiss him. I can follow the rules—my own rules, anyway. “There is one little thing, though.”

  His brow pinches again, and the muscles in his shoulders grow taut. “What?”

  “If we check this position off the list, does it mean we can’t do it again?”

  He laughs, relaxing. “We can do whatever you need, however many times you need it.”

  “I mean, I have to be sure, right? Have to nail down what I like and don’t like.”

  “Yeah, we’re going to nail it down. Over and over again...”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Will

  I TAP A finger against my desk as I wait for my call to Granddad to connect. Outside my door, Khloe is struggling to figure out how to get the new vacuum to work. I can’t help but grin and shake my head. Yesterday, having her beneath me in my bed, should have helped get my thoughts off her. But now that I know what her soft body feels like, the way her tight walls squeeze an orgasm from me, I only want more.

  I turn to the window, and in the near distance, I spot Vin, the groundskeeper, a man I entrust with my place when I’m back in New York. He comes once a week to do the shrubbery and does a walk-through of the house every day in my absence. Since he knows everyone on the island, he’s also my go-to guy for everything from furnishing the villa to repairs on the house. He glances up as if he feels my gaze and waves to me. As I wave back, an idea takes shape, and I can’t help but grin. If Khloe wants to experience everything, then I’m damn well going to make that happen.

  “Hello...hello...”

  “Oh, hey, Summer.”

  “Everything okay? I said hello like four times.”

  “Yeah, I was just distracted.”

  “What’s her name?” she teases.

  “Summer—”

  “Oh, we have the same name.”

  “You are not funny.”

  “So this call is not to say you finally found someone and you’re getting married.”

  “No, I was distracted because of work. Nothing more,” I lie.

  I stare at the open computer on my desk, the algorithms that need my attention. I just can’t seem to focus lately.

  Summer chuckles, and it pulls me back. “Something funny?”

  “Nothing funny at all.” Her voice takes on a serious tone. “What’s up?” she asks, and I can hear Jules squealing in the background.

  “How’s Jules?”

  “Good. Granddad is showing her a rope trick. Remember the one where he threads it through his fingers and you put your arm through a couple times?”

  I laugh softly. “I remember,” I say. He used to do that with me when I was sad, missing my dad. “Can I speak to him?”

  “Hang on.” From the muffled sounds on the other end, I suspect she’s put her hand over the phone. “Ah, he said he’s busy with Jules right now and asked if he can call you back later.”

  “What is going on with him?” I frown and rub the center of my forehead. “I’ve been trying to reach him for days.”

  “What about?” Summer asks.

  “I just... I guess I wanted to know more about Khloe.”

  “Khloe?”

  “The woman he hired to assist me on this trip.”

  “Is it not working out?”

  I lower my voice. “She can’t even cook, plus she broke the vacuum and numerous dishes.”

  Summer laughs. “Meaning she’s making your life chaotic. I like her already.”

  “Not funny.” I eye the door to make sure she’s not within earshot. “I’m not sure how Granddad thought she was good for the job.”

  “Are you disappointed in his choice?”

  “No.”

  Shit, that one word jumped to my lips rather quickly. And I’m sure I hear Summer chuckling again.

  “Well then, what’s the problem?”

  “You know I like things done a certain way.”

  “Oh, I know, Will. Believe me, I know.”

  “There’s a reason for that, Summer.” I sit back in my chair and watch a yellow bird perch on the shrubbery outside. The sky is a perfect blue, the sun shining brightly, and for some reason it takes me back to a time when I used to enjoy the outdoors. Enjoy life.

  “I know that, too. Look, why don’t you try to enjoy yourself while you’re there. This Khloe sounds like a breath of fresh air. Take her out, show her around. She’s probably breaking things because you’re an ogre and she’s intimidated. I know how you are.”

  “Believe me, she’s not one bit intimidated by me,” I say quickly.

  “Oh? I thought all your assistants were afraid of you.”

  “Not this one.”

  “Are you saying she likes you?”

  “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that.” We might be physically attracted to each other, and she might be seeking lessons, but twice now, in her most disgusted voice, I heard her say something about men in power all being alike. I’m not sure what she means by that and I hope she’s not lumping me into the same category as her last asshole boss, who wanted more than she was willing to give. What’s between us is consensual. That much I’m sure of. I wouldn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to, and the French maid outfit was her doing, not mine. I must say I’m growing quite accustomed to her attire.

  “That doesn’t change the fact that you should get out of the house, go do something fun.”

  Yesterday I did something fun...and I didn’t even have to leave the house.

 
I chuckle softly.

  “Something funny?” she asks.

  “No.” I quickly straighten. “I do have to go check on the middle school and get to Granddad’s resort. There are some staffing situations I need to look into.”

  “When are you going to take that stick out of your ass?”

  My head jerks back. “What the hell, Summer?”

  “Motherhood. It changes you.” She laughs. “What I’m trying to say is checking progress at the school and the resort is not fun.”

  “It needs to be done.”

  “Lots of things need to get done. I need to bake a zillion cupcakes for Jules’s party. It’ll happen but not today. Get it?”

  “I don’t like to procrastinate.”

  “And you like rules. I know, I know.” I can almost hear her rolling her eyes at me. Oh yeah, motherhood has definitely changed her. “But sometimes rules are made to be broken. Sometimes really good things happen when they are,” she says, a hint of mischief in her tone.

  “Summer—”

  Her exaggerated sigh cuts me off. “Do we want to talk about the stick again?”

  “No.”

  “Okay, then. Go do something that doesn’t need to be done. What about running the ninety-nine steps at Charlotte Amalie? Granddad said you used to love to do that. And take Khloe with you. She deserves fun for having to put up with you. That in itself is just cruel.”

  “Why don’t you tell me what you really think,” I say, and shake my head.

  “Fine then. Get your pasty white ass out of the house, and go do something fun for a change.”

  “Pasty white ass? Jeez, I love you, too.”

  “Love you, Will. Now go, do what I say. Doctor’s orders.”

  “Fine, fine.” I end the call and drop my phone onto my desk.

  Curses reach my ears along with a lot of banging and clanging.

  “Khloe,” I call out.

  She appears at my door, blinking innocently. “Yes, sir?”

  I take a deep breath and work to keep the blood in my brain. “I have to run some errands. It’s a beautiful day. I thought I could show you around Saint Thomas. Unless, of course, you prefer to stay here and abuse the vacuum.”