by Marie Harte
HOLIDAY KISSES:
WILLA’S WISH
Marie Harte
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Willa’s Wish
Marie Harte
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Chapter One
“You know I’m right. Just admit it.”
Sitting at his desk, Tyrone Bennett gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the tempting woman leaning over him. She tapped his computer monitor, the movement shifting her alluring scent so that with every inhalation, Ty breathed her in.
Trying to concentrate on anything but her, he glimpsed a note on his desk concerning the Newtons, some of the resort’s VIP guests. Another request for him. Those two were insatiable. Just another reason why he liked them.
Willa cleared her throat. As if she needed to do more than exist to have his attention.
“Don’t you have your own office?” He turned to face her, then quickly turned back, doing his level best to ignore the bountiful cleavage begging him to touch, to taste. He’d been working at the pleasure resort for five years, during which time he’d seen any and all forms of undress. So why the hell are her tiny bikini and sarong driving me insane? Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “Why are you bothering me with this?”
Willa Trainor smiled. Long, straight black hair framed a siren’s face. Her light gray eyes made him think of a feral wolf, one who would enjoy eating him whole. As usual, when thinking about Willa, the comparison turned carnal. He’d dreamed about those lips around
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his cock more times than he wanted to admit and tried to chalk up his prurient interest to the resort.
In Satyr’s Myst, a resort catering to sexual fantasy, anything went. Theoretically, there was absolutely no reason he shouldn’t take advantage of a fling with Willa. Only one -- she hadn’t so much as hinted that she wanted him for sex. And two -- she made him uneasy.
Since she’d arrived on the damned island, she’d been a constant distraction. He had his hands full running the resort, now that Rick and his partners had decided to spend more time in the States. He didn’t have time to pursue a woman.
“Bothering you?” Willa repeated. “Ty, I’m wounded. I’m only here to help.”
“Yeah, well, you’re helping me to a migraine. You’re a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.
“I wish you’d be a pain in mine.”
“What?”
“I said you’re a pain in mine.” She huffed at a strand of hair that swept into her eyes.
“Ty, if you read the screen, you’ll see that we have two guests booked for the same room next week. The new database will fix this problem. You don’t have the date groups aligned correctly.” She leaned close again, her cheek practically brushing his. “Look.”
As she proceeded to show him how to correctly read the data, Ty could do nothing more complicated than breathe. He wanted so badly to bend Willa over the desk and fuck her until she couldn’t walk that it alarmed him. This intense attraction to a virtual stranger made no sense.
She straightened up and looked down at him. “Ty, are you listening?”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” He’d have Jack show him what the hell she was talking about later. “Don’t you have somewhere you’d rather be? You worked through Christmas, and New Year’s is just a few days away. I have no problem with you taking time off.”
“Nope.” Willa gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m yours for the duration.”
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That’s what I’m afraid of.
Rick Hastings, his best friend and boss, had faith in him. Ty would be damned if he’d disappoint the man. For five years he’d supervised the bar staff. Now Rick counted on him to manage Satyr’s Myst. As much as he loved the opportunity, he’d been thrown a real learning curve…which wouldn’t have been such a problem if Willa wasn’t here. Rick had hired the woman to help Ty run the place. But since she’d arrived a month ago, Ty had been hard pressed to concentrate on anything but getting inside her.
If he hadn’t been so damned aware of her, he would have fucked Willa already. But he didn’t just want Willa. He craved her. Hearing her laugh warmed him from the inside out.
She was generous with staff and guests, a genuine, pleasant personality. Her optimistic view of life was tempered by that sly, mischievous grin she wore. Otherwise, he’d have labeled her
“perky” and put her out of his mind.
Then there was her body. Full tits, a slim waist, and curvy ass were screaming at him to take advantage. But he instinctively knew once would not be enough, and permanence wasn’t in Ty’s vocabulary. The problem was Willa messed with his control, and he didn’t like it.
“Seen enough?” Willa smirked, and he realized he’d been staring at her breasts long enough to be noticed. “It’s okay, Tyrone. If I was self-conscious about my looks, I would never have accepted a job at a resort catering to sexual fantasies.”
Ty sat back and considered her. “Really?” He continued to stare at her, and a sudden realization took him by surprise. “Then why haven’t you catered to anyone else’s fantasy?
Jack was telling me you turned down several requests, and you’ve delayed your secondary training.”
She fidgeted -- her first show of unease since he’d met her.
“Willa?”
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Willa licked her lips and stepped back. Then, as if realizing her vulnerability, she glared at him. “I didn’t realize I was required to fuck everyone on the island to fit in.”
That cute feistiness was back. “Not everyone, no. But when a particular guest requests you, it’s protocol to let me know if you have a problem with servicing him or her.”
“Or her?”
He grinned at her tone, amused at her annoyance. “Never done it with a woman, hmm?”
“No.”
Before he could prod her further, the phone rang. He picked it up and listened for a minute. “Tell them I’ll be there in five.” He hung up and stared at Willa again. His cock had been hard the minute she’d leaned into him. He needed a break, and the Newtons had requested his presence. He liked the pair, and their VIP status entitled them to some perks.
“Tyrone?” Willa scowled at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, plumping her breasts. Those soft, round globes with hard little tips. He shifted in his seat, more than ready to please the Newt
ons. “I’m not sure how we got off the subject, but if you’ll take a look at the database infrastructure I set up--”
“Later.” He stood, aware he towered over her. The disparity in size made him want to surround her, to conquer and take what he wanted while everything else faded to the background. So he walked around her and headed to the door. “I have guests to see to. Leave me some notes and I’ll get on that database once I’m through.”
He left before he changed his mind and sated himself with Willa, a sure mistake.
Walking with some discomfort, he focused on the pleasure soon to come. Mike and Candy Newton would be more than happy to see to his needs, and so what if he thought about Willa while he came?
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Willa watched Tyrone Houston, or Bennett, as he now called himself, leave with dismay. She wanted to stomp her feet and yell in frustration. She’d finally found him after all this time, and she couldn’t get him to take the least bit of interest in her. She’d stuffed herself into this too small “uniform” hoping to get his attention, but except for staring at her breasts just now, the man looked positively bored when dealing with her. Databases and computers were boring. She knew that. But she was a terrible flirt, and computer training -- what she knew -- was her best way to be close to him.
For half her life she’d been a nothing, less than a wallflower. White trash from the worst section of town. Ty had shown her how to take pride in herself. How to use every bit of what God had given her and make the most of it. Life had taught them both some hard lessons, but Willa had learned. She’d made herself into a success, financially able to support herself and break her ties to the past…with the exception of Ty. In the fifteen years since she’d seen him, her attraction to the man hadn’t dimmed. If anything, the years gave Ty an edgy sexiness, making him breathtakingly handsome.
The best looking man she’d ever seen, Ty had muscles in spades, highlighted by his smooth cocoa-brown skin, and eyes that made her melt every time she looked into them.
Even at sixteen he’d been uncommonly attractive. Though he’d had hair then, she preferred the shaved scalp that currently accented his fine features. That square jaw, liquid eyes, and full lips invaded her dreams and haunted her to the point she couldn’t orgasm unless she thought of him. No doubt about it, she had it bad. Why else would she be half-naked in front of strangers on a pleasure resort?
When Rick Hastings had contacted her two months ago, she’d been stunned. No wonder she hadn’t been able to find Ty. He’d been out of the country for the past five years.
And living at a sexual resort? She’d known Ty had a reputation with the ladies, but according to Rick, Ty was truly a free spirit on the island. It showed in Ty’s easy gait, in the sensual way he held himself. He seemed confident here, not like the stressed-out sports star once embroiled in scandal.
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She couldn’t blame him for leaving the limelight the way he had, but he’d sure made it difficult for an old friend to find him.
Old friend. Right. More like old acquaintance. Not like he recognizes me a all t
.
Though, could she blame him? The last time they’d met he’d been a senior and she a sophomore in high school. He was captain of the football team. She was a loser no one wanted as a friend. A geek who made the grades but had no social life to speak of. He’d saved her from bullies intent on doing her real harm, and she’d fallen in love.
Not puppy love or a crush, but instantaneous love. In the years since, she’d had a few boyfriends, but no one who compared to Ty. She kept track of his collegiate and then professional accolades in the NFL, as well as the scandal that ended his prominent career and relationship with a gold-digging bitch. No loss there.
Willa stared at the doorway. According to Rick, Ty had grown restless lately.
Concerned for his friend, Rick tried to make life easier by finding him an assistant to manage the resort. And if that assistant happened to be a passingly pretty woman who shared Ty’s past, so much the better. Rick knew she’d been looking for Ty, and after meeting her in person and listening to her story, had arranged for her visit to the island. Now it was up to her.
Ty hadn’t taken the hint yet, so maybe she was a bit too aloof? Granted, she wore skimpy clothing, but everyone on the island did. She walked out of the room and out of the building toward the pool. Hell, most of the people at Satyr’s Myst wore nothing at all. Groups involved in open sex cavorted in the pool and around it.
Decadent, sinful, and more than carnal, the scenery around the place was enough to put a body in eternal heat. Willa was no prude, but even she was amazed at half the things she’d seen. Like right there, where two men were alternately sucking off a third man. Or there, where a blonde was on her hands and knees being fucked from behind by a woman with a strap-on while she blew a well-endowed man.
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Willa fanned her face, sweating at the thought of engaging in anything like that. While she wanted to experiment, to let herself be free and take pleasure in what felt good, she worried she’d fail. That like most of her attempts at intimate relationships, she’d disappoint her partners. Too frigid, too emotionless. Her past relationships had been doomed from the beginning. Because none of them were Ty, she freely admitted. He mattered so much, she couldn’t screw this up.
And speaking of Ty… She found Nina, the current bar manager, laughing with some staff.
“Nina, have you seen Ty?”
Nina pointed to a coral colored cabana in the distance that overlooked the ocean. “He’s in there with the Newtons.” Nina gave her a thorough once-over and grinned. “Say, you been through your training yet?”
“No.” Why did everyone keep asking her that?
“I’d be happy to help you.” The suggestive glance she gave Willa made her blush, and Nina laughed.
“Thanks. I’ll let you know.” Willa hurried away before Nina could say anything more.
It was a wonder she hadn’t come unglued before now. Did she have a sign on her forehead that read PERPETUALLY HORNY? Jack, Nina, and a few guests continued to ask her for some of her “free time” -- a nice euphemism for hot sex.
Willa had turned them all down. She wanted Ty and planned to wait for him. Yeah, and how’s that working for me?
Sighing, she reached the coral cabana and stopped, not sure what to do. She couldn’t burst inside, not if Ty was with guests. Then she heard a faint moan, followed by another.
She walked around to an opened window and peered between palm fronds to see the action within. Every cabana in the resort was open to voyeurism, but Willa hadn’t had to look further than the pool to see kink at its finest.
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Until she looked through this window.
Oh. My. God.
The Newtons and Ty were naked. Together. Having sex. And she couldn’t have stopped watching if her life depended upon it. Stunned and totally turned on, she watched as Ty showed her just why he was so popular on the island.
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Chapter Two
“Come on, Mike. Work her harder.” Ty fisted his cock, intrigued by the Newtons’
sensuality. These two liked sex a lot. And they liked to share. Pure pleasure and none of the rough stuff. Just fun, enjoyable sex with no emotional ties whatsoever, exactly what Ty needed.
Mike rammed deeper into his wife. On his knees, he took Candy doggie-style, the way she liked it best. Candy, however, kept mewing, hungry for more.
“Okay, Candy. Open that mouth wide.” Ty knelt on two pillows in front of Candy, putting his cock at her lips.
Mike moaned his disappointment. He wanted to suck Ty’s dick as well, and Ty had no problem with that. But Mike would have to wait since the pair wanted him to run the show.
Pushing slowly forward, he watched as Candy’s red lips parted to accept his thick shaft.
As he moved deeper inside her, he
envisioned Willa sucking him, saw her lips stretch around him, heard her moan and gasp her pleasure.
Mike increased his pace as he watched, and Ty shook his head. “No, Mike. Slow and steady. Don’t come yet. Stretch out the pleasure.”
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Ty began fucking Candy’s mouth in short bursts, allowing himself the fantasy of Willa while he gave Candy what she could manage. He watched the pair before him, enjoying their easiness with one another. For twenty years they’d been happily married and had celebrated their last three anniversaries here. That’s what I want. A wife who’ll understand my needs, who will accept and want the same things I do. His irritating thoughts again flashed to Willa, and he pulled out. Hell, he could almost see her watching him… What the hell?
He discreetly looked at the window again and saw a pair of gray eyes peering through the greenery just outside.
Fuck. His cock got harder. Just knowing she watched him made him want to come for her, to show her what he could give her if she’d let him.
Candy moaned.
“Ease up, Mike,” Ty growled, completely turned on and agitated anew. He’d come here to escape Willa and indulge in some harmless sex. Yet here she was. “Mike, on your back under Candy. Eat her; take that wet pussy and own it.”
Mike quickly moved under his wife and pulled her hips down, sucking her clit into his mouth. Ty stared at the pair, wanting to do the same thing to Willa. He could all too easily imagine eating Willa’s pussy, sliding his tongue into that slick cream.
Scare her away, dammit. Before you forget yourself and fuck her. And then you’ll be led by your dick again, just like the last time…
Scowling, Ty circled around to Mike and bent down. Fully aware of Willa watching, he grabbed hold of Mike’s cock and began working him.