“I didn’t think we were doing that again,” Emma said, toying with the hair at his nape. Each sharp tug and scrape of her fingernails sent a corresponding jolt to his groin.
“We shouldn’t be,” Jack muttered. But he gave in to the temptation to lick the delicate whorls of her ear. His mouth drifted lower to nuzzle and taste the soft skin of her neck. “But I was never big on rules,” he added.
“Me neither.” Emma ran her hands through his hair, still tugging hard enough to send a pleasurable pain to his cock and keep him in sensual thrall. “Are we going back to our room?”
They stared at each other for a long drawn-out moment. Jack considered everything he should do and immediately did the opposite. “Let’s stay here.”
Emma’s mouth dropped. “Make love here? On the beach?” She glanced up and down the beach then looked back at him and licked her lips. “What if someone sees us?”
“They’re going to see us in our room.” Just once, he wanted to love her without a paying audience. Jack pushed aside sudden guilt as he scanned the beach. The situation was more complicated than a simple fuck. He shrugged inwardly and concentrated on Emma instead of emotions he didn’t want to deal with. Besides, he’d hear the vibrations of footsteps coming in their direction long before they were discovered in a compromising position.
“That’s true.” She nodded, a slow grin spreading across her luscious lips. “I like the idea of cheating them out of takings and movie rights.”
Hell, what had he done to deserve this woman as a partner? Once again Jack shied away from his thoughts. He’d fuck her since that’s what they both wanted.
Jack pushed her gently back onto the sand. “Last chance,” he whispered. “We don’t have a blanket. We’ll probably end up with sand in places that are uncomfortable.”
“You trying to change my mind?” Emma’s gurgle made him want to grin.
“Never,” he breathed, placing a kiss in her fragrant cleavage. “Have I told you how much I like your tits?”
“Yeah?” Her eyes lit up with laughter. “Why don’t you show me?”
Jack scanned the beach again. The brilliant colors of the sunset had faded leaving the horizon a dark, inky bluish black. Overhead the pale moon shone, a day short of full.
His cock twitched insistently.
God, he needed her—it was that simple. He unzipped her shorts and tugged them down her legs. Purple panties today. Jack removed them too, leaving her bare to his gaze. He parted her folds, sliding his fingers down her moist cleft, then Jack cupped her bottom with his hands and lifted her to his mouth.
Emma forgot they were out in public and concentrated on the feel of him. Her eyes closed, leaving her adrift in a world of senses. His fingers on her bare flesh, his tongue laving across her sensitive clitoris. Heaven. The sensations built, lifting her higher until she shuddered, slow waves of ecstasy washing over her until a final swirl of his tongue made her convulse in a violent climax.
A soft kiss on her belly jerked her eyes open. A grin spread across her face. “That was wonderful.” An understatement.
“Yeah?” Jack glanced down the beach before ripping off his clothes. In the moonlight, he glowed, looking mysterious and magical. And so sexy she couldn’t believe he was with her. Even if it was just for this week. Emma chewed on the unpalatable thought. If she was persistent, she could win him over. I’m going to make that man mine, she thought as she watched him roll on a condom. Yeah, she’d win him over or die in the attempt.
Jack leaned over her, burrowing his hands under her shirt. “Are you brave enough to take this off?”
Emma thought for all of a second. “Take it off.” Cool air brushed across her breasts, tightening her nipples to hard points. The contrast of warm and cold made her needy. Achy. Ready for Jack’s possession.
He parted her legs and filled her with one seamless thrust. Pleasure coursed through her body and a cry escaped. Jack scored the tender skin along her throat, teasing another soft cry free. He filled her, hitting the sweet spot behind her legs at exactly the right angle, sending her soaring. Too quick, she thought with a trace of regret as heat punched through her. Jack thrust into her, hard and fast. Deep shudders shook his large frame then he stilled. Emma felt his heart pumping and rejoiced in the fact she made him feel. She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder, only relaxing when he rolled off her and tugged her into a close embrace.
Tears burned suddenly at the back of her eyes. She loved this man, but how the devil was she going to make him admit he felt something for her? Sighing, she cuddled closer just enjoying the moment.
They dressed slowly, laughing and snatching nibbles from bare skin before clothing fell into place. Relaxed and limber, Emma was ready to take on anything. Jack reached out to ruffle her hair, the peacefulness on his face snaring another piece of her heart in the process. She’d thought she’d known Jack, but each hour spent with him peeled away another layer of mystery. He was gentle and moody. Bossy and loyal. And she loved him even more than she had at the start of the week. Go figure.
“I’ve been thinking about how to handle the search.”
Disappointment surged briefly through Emma. But at least he was sharing his plans and treating her more like a partner. If she couldn’t have his heart, at least she’d have a working relationship. “How?”
Jack took her arm and they wandered toward their room. He leaned close and whispered his plans. “We’ll go back to our room. If our voyeurs are at their post already, we’re stuffed. If they’re not, we’ll stuff the bed with pillows so it looks as though I’m in bed.”
“One problem with that,” Emma said. “They must have some system of lighting. I mean we don’t always make love with the lights on.”
“I know. I’ve thought of that. The only thing I could think of was distraction.”
Emma stopped walking. “What sort of a distraction?”
“You and your vibrator.”
“They’ll film me!” She didn’t have to pretend horror.
“Yes,” he said simply. “The decision is yours.”
Emma was still thinking about her vibrator when Jack unlocked their room and slipped inside.
“Wait there.” It was an order.
Emma’s breath came out in a hiss. The man was impossible and as for expecting her to do a solo performance for the benefit of the camera… Emma waited for all of two seconds before following.
“All clear,” he murmured. “No one there yet.”
“How do you know?”
“My hearing is very good.”
Was it her imagination or had his whole persona undergone a swift change. He looked awfully grumpy and his dark eyes flashed with an emotion she had difficulty deciphering. Definitely not the time to argue.
“We’d better sort out the bed then. I think there are some spare pillows in the wardrobe.” Emma jerked open the wardrobe as she spoke and grabbed two pillows plus a spare blanket. When she turned, Jack had tugged back the covers on the left hand side of the bed.
“That’s my side of the bed,” she said.
“It’s farther away from the two-way mirror.” His mouth tightened. “Housekeeping has been busy while we’ve been out this afternoon. We have two cameras. There and there.” He pointed before accepting the pillows that Emma held out.
Cameras.
Anger built inside until she felt like a volcano ready to blow. They were not going to get away with this while she had breath in her body. One glance at Jack confirmed his fury.
“How are the cameras activated? Not by movement?” Emma glared in the direction that Jack had pointed. She couldn’t see obvious signs of a camera, but she believed him. “Are we being filmed now?”
“I don’t think so. If the cameras were movement activated, they’d film housekeeping and anyone who came into the room. They’d waste a lot of film. My guess is they film when they see some action. They’d be able to guess from the timing of the dinners and special events when the guests would return
to their rooms.”
“But they must have had cameras all the time. That’s what they implied when I heard them talking.”
Jack scowled. “Going for different angles for their film, I’d say. But I think these are new. I haven’t noticed them before.”
A blush suffused her face. It slowly crept down to heat her breasts. Surely, the way they made love wasn’t that different. Not different enough to warrant more cameras.
Jack finished arranging the pillows and dragged the covers back into place. “How does that look?”
Emma tilted her head to study his handiwork. “Like two pillows and a blanket made to look like a body.”
Jack’s scowl grew darker. “Cut out the smart-ass remarks.” He paused.
“I wasn’t—”
“Showtime. I’d better go. Turn off the main light. Quick. Once I’m gone, you can turn on the bedside lamp on your side, but see if you can adjust the lamp so it shines away from the bed.”
Emma nodded and followed him to the door. “Take care.”
He grabbed her in a bear hug and squeezed her tight before kissing her hard and swift. Then he slid out the door leaving Emma alone with the voyeurs.
Keep them busy.
The words echoed through her head—taunting and a touch repulsive. The idea of knowingly putting on a show for these creeps…
Taking a deep breath, she padded across the room to the edge of the bed. After fumbling in the dark for a few minutes, she managed to swivel the bedside lamp so it pointed away from the bed. Before she switched it on, she allowed her gaze to run over the mirror. If she hadn’t known about the mirror, she would never have suspected.
Maybe if she switched on the television. She could bore them into leaving.
Emma strode over to the television and pushed the power button then found the remote and settled back to channel surf.
Eek! Not that channel, she thought as naked bodies writhed on the screen. She hurriedly changed channels. Emma’s eyes widened when she saw a mass of bodies on the bed. There were so many bodies it was a wonder they didn’t fall off.
The third channel change clued her in. The television was strictly R18 and geared toward couples. She wouldn’t find distraction there.
Emma picked up her ebook reader and tried to concentrate on her most current purchase, a book called Talking Dogs, Aliens and Purple People Eaters. She chuckled at the antics of the dog and other characters, but then she reached chapter three and the hero and heroine started in on the sex. Emma hit the off button. Perhaps reading wasn’t the best distraction at the moment.
The phone rang. Not Jack? Emma’s heart pounded as she picked it up.
“It’s Caroline, your resort hostess. Is there any way we can make your stay more enjoyable?”
Like what? she thought indignantly. More cameras in our room? “Everything is wonderful,” Emma said, not bothering to hold back on the irony.
“Have I called at a bad time?”
“I was about to go to bed.”
“Oh! Say no more! I understand completely. Just give us a call if we can do anything to make your stay more enjoyable.”
Emma slammed the phone down, fury and frustration making her restless. She stomped past the bed and stormed into the bathroom. Perhaps she’d take a shower to ease the tension from her body.
Twenty minutes later, Emma stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel to blot the droplets of water from her body. Someone thumped on the door and kept thumping. At first, Emma thought about ignoring the summons then she realized that the racket should wake up a person who was sleeping. It would seem odd if the pillows didn’t react. She wrapped a towel around her body and hurried to answer the door.
“Hello!” The girl’s greeting was breezy and her smile bright enough for Emma to see she used a tooth-whitening agent. “You and your partner are the lucky recipients of a mystery prize.” She gestured at her laden trolley.
Yeah right. Emma fought the need to scowl in her best Jack manner. The cynic in her suspected the voyeurs wanted action in the bedroom instead of the sound of running water and the scent of perfumed steam.
The girl picked up an apple green bag and dropped several small bottles inside. “Here you go. Some massage oils and some special lubrication. Oh, and these are great. Some nipple jewelry!” She thrust the bag at Emma then with a wave tottered off, pushing her trolley.
Emma clutched the bag and slammed the door shut. These people were unbelievable. All to get a stupid movie. Rage colored her cheeks as she tossed the bag on the dresser with all the other prizes she’d received during the week.
So she’d give them a show.
Emma grabbed up the pink box that contained her vibrator. She pulled it from the protective wrapping and deftly loaded the batteries. It would come with batteries provided. The vibrator buzzed when she tested it.
Okay. What other props did she need for her show? After checking the towel was secure, she padded across to her box of toys. Scented massage oils with a hint of the Orient. Oh yes. Just the thing. Nipple jewelry. Maybe Jack would like to see that later.
Emma sauntered over to her side of the bed and bent over, pretending to kiss the head end of the roll of blankets. Then she sucked in a deep breath. Showtime.
She settled on the corner of the bed nearest the mirror. After popping the lid off the bottle of oil, she smoothed it across her arms, legs and upper chest. A pulse throbbed at her throat as she stood. With a casual shrug of her shoulders, she loosened the knot holding the towel in place and let it slither to the floor. Emma pictured Jack and imagined it was his hands smoothing the scented oil on her naked breasts, his fingers plucking at her aching nipples. The heady scent of cinnamon and oranges filled the air as she massaged oil down her legs and across her buttocks. With a languid move, she dribbled oil on her belly. Damn, that felt good.
Heat pooled between her legs as her oil-smeared fingers dipped lower, through her clipped pubic hair, to smooth down bare pussy lips. Emma caught her bottom lip between her teeth to bite back a moan. The friction of her damp finger was exquisite. Damn, she was getting off on this. Did that make her sick? The anger had receded, replaced by pure lust and enjoyment in what she was doing. Heat flooded her pussy as her finger did another pass. Her heart pounded. Too much. Too fast, she decided. But Emma couldn’t help tracing a slow circle around her engorged clit before she squeezed more oil on her hand. Her breasts, she decided, then the jewelry. Emma smoothed more of the fragrant oil across her breasts with light feathering touches. She tugged at her nipples again and pleasure swamped her. After skimming the instructions, Emma fastened the loops at each end of the jewelry around her nipples then tightened them. A surge of hot sensation jolted her and a groan sounded. Her groan. Red and gold glass beads draped over the curves of her breasts when she was finished, tiny bells sounding with each move she made. Emma breathed deeply, her breasts rising and falling. A jolt of pleasure shot to her clit and shimmered in place like a promise of what was to come.
God, she was so turned-on, it wouldn’t take much more than a nudge to push her over the edge.
The snick of the door drew her head up.
Jack.
Heck, what about the blankets? Distraction. Emma picked up the vibrator. And turned it on. Widening her stance, she ran the vibrator down her cleft. She was aware of soft sounds behind her but didn’t dare look because of their watchers. Ripples of sensation streaked through her body, the tautness of the jewelry at her nipples intensifying the heat, the pleasure.
Suddenly Jack was behind her, his bare chest hot against her back, his erection pressing insistently, nudging her buttocks. His arms snaked around her middle.
“You make me hot,” he whispered. “God, I need to be inside you now.”
“Yes,” Emma murmured, setting the humming vibrator aside. “Yes.”
Jack turned her and bent her over the bed. Gentle fingers probed her slick cunt, filling her momentarily then vanishing. Before she could protest, his cock filled
the emptiness. Two hard strokes deep into her shoved her into climax. She shattered, her body shuddering with the force of her release. Jack climaxed a stroke later while she still convulsed and spasmed.
He rested against her for an instant then pulled free, tugging Emma to her feet and into his arms. His mouth lowered over hers as he plundered, kissing her deeply, driving her desire higher and winding her tight as a spring. Her last thought as they fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and tinkling bells was that she could never ever get enough of Jack.
Chapter Seven
Emma headed for the gym. With Jack’s finds last night—a computer with shipment details—the case was on its way to being wrapped up. Once they found physical proof and tied a few loose ends, it would all be over. Back to the way things were. Pangs of regret pierced Emma. Not exactly the same way because she knew what Jack looked like naked, how it felt when his cock filled her impossibly deep.
A man walked down the corridor in front of Emma. Dressed in a suit, he seemed out of place in the casual atmosphere of the resort. Mahoney. The creep. He yanked open the fire door at the end of the corridor then waited, holding the door open for Emma. “Thanks,” she said, smiling even though she’d prefer to spit at him.
A smile curved his lips, amusement shining in his eyes. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”
Emma gasped. He knew who she was. Making love with Jack was private, dammit! Fury lashed Emma without warning and accusations bubbled out before she could think.
“Mr. Mahoney. I want the films back.”
The smile broadened. Like the dog that had polished off the last of the cat’s dinner, he smirked, his gaze drifting up and down Emma’s body. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
Emma shuddered, and it wasn’t with the same awareness she experienced when Jack looked at her. Mahoney made her feel dirty. His smirk poked her anger to a higher level.
She glared. “If you don’t give me the films you’ve taken of me and Jack, I will go to the papers. I will tell every single guest that they are being filmed without their knowledge. I will warn them that their images are being peddled on the internet.” Her chest rose and fell with the force of her anger.
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