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Wednesday(3)
Author: Kendall Ryan

Startled because I hadn’t seen him in the shadows, I took a deep, steadying breath. Then I rolled my eyes at the nickname he’d called me for as long as I could remember. I’d despised it for just as long.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?”

I pulled open the plantation shutters, bathing us in warm light. He let out a groan at the intrusion and shielded his eyes.

“Shaw . . .” My fingers flew to my mouth and I took a step back.

He was sitting in a deep leather armchair in a corner of the office, his bare feet propped up on the matching ottoman and a bottle of whiskey in his hand. It was half-empty.

“What the hell are you doing?” I crossed the room and took it from him, screwing the cap back on firmly. “It’s barely noon.”

He only shrugged. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

I let out a deep sigh. I didn’t want to argue with him. “I have a party of two I need to get on a boat.”

He grunted. “When?”

Shifting my weight, I took a step toward him. “Later this afternoon. Can you do it or not?”

He pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his board shorts and made a call—I assumed to one of the guys on the dock.

“Yes, I know, but make it work,” he said and then stuffed the phone back in his pocket. “Done.”

“Thank you.” I pulled my own phone from my bag and texted my brother the time and slip number for the guests.

When I put my phone away, I looked at Shaw and saw his gaze was fixed on my bare legs. My sundress felt so flimsy and sheer, I might as well have been naked.

Reaching out toward me, he ran a fingertip slowly down my thigh, leaving a tingling path in its wake.

Chapter Two

Shaw

Running a fingertip along her warm skin, I should have felt terrible about what I was doing, yet I felt absolutely nothing at all. Chloe had always been there for me, through all of life’s ups and downs. But these last few months I’d crossed a line that should never be crossed. I had used her to chase away the darkness—to forget the pain and regrets and guilt that swam, unchecked, inside me. And worse than that? I had no plans to stop.

“Come here.” I offered her my hand and she took it, letting me tug her down into my lap. Her soft floral scent mixed with ocean air surrounded me, and I inhaled against the side of her neck.

I was crossing new boundaries—one, it was a Sunday, and two, it was the middle of the day—but I knew she wouldn’t refuse me. At least, I was betting she wouldn’t.

“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless as her head dropped back, letting me kiss and suck the soft skin of her neck.

My cock hardened as she straddled my lap. She gave out a little breathless grunt of surprise.

Gnawing pressure built, and I hungered to satisfy the urge the only way I knew how. By burying myself in the tight grip of Chloe’s cunt.

She had become an obsession for me. Who knew my sweet little friend with her wide, innocent blue eyes and high pink cheekbones was such an epic fuck? Perfectly shaped petal-pink pussy with its greedy wet opening just begging me to fill it . . . her heartbeat that pounded just for me . . . the needy sounds she murmured when I entered her.

“Are you going to let me take this sweet pussy?” I whispered, feeling her skin break out in chill bumps.

“Now? Here?” Her voice was breathless.

Rather than answer, I pushed my hips up, grinding my cock into the soft cleft between her thighs.

“Someone could come in.”

I tipped my head back, watching her, wondering if this would be the time she’d refuse me. She was so tempting, so sweet, and fuck if I could resist her. She quieted the cloudy discontent that swirled in my brain. It wasn’t a question of desire. It was a need.

“I have to get back to work,” she added weakly.

Reaching behind her neck, I untied the strings holding her dress in place. It fell away, exposing a gorgeous set of full, perky breasts. I raked my thumbs across her nipples, watching them pebble beneath my touch. Her blue eyes drifted closed.

I cupped the weight of her breasts, enjoying how they felt in my hands. Warm. Soft. Heavy.

Lifting one breast to my mouth, I kept my eyes locked on hers, needing to see her reaction. Sucking and licking her sensitive pink nipple, I watched as she writhed in my lap and moaned out a soft sigh.

“I want to feel you riding my cock,” I said before sucking the firm peak into my mouth again.

She groaned out my name through clenched teeth. I could feel the damp heat between her legs and knew she was already getting wet for me.

Her phone rang from inside her purse, but we both ignored it while I continued licking and sucking her breasts.

I pulled open the front of my shorts and Chloe took me in her hands, gripping me firmly and rubbing her thumb over the drop of fluid at my tip. This time, I was the one groaning in the otherwise quiet room. She had magic fucking hands. Hands that held the power to make me forget my own damn name. She gave her palm a twist, massaging my shaft in maddening strokes.

Her phone rang again and she pulled away, her hands working quickly to tie her dress back in place. “It’s probably Jason. We’re slammed at the inn. I’m sorry . . . I have to go.”

The idea of her leaving was not a pleasant one, but I knew I couldn’t make her stay. I had nothing to offer her, nothing real to give her.

She grabbed her purse and was gone before I could even get my dick back in my pants.

The air-conditioner hummed softly from the other room, and I swore under my breath. What the hell am I doing? Regrets rushed through me, hot and fast.

   
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