Chapter 3

Audrey

Friday 3.37pm

After a short boat ride, through calm waters in an extremely nice yacht, I’m a little worried when Spencer says we need to take the smaller inflatable dinghy to the small island.

I hang around the back of the boat, clutching my life vest and suddenly the tiny island to my right no longer seems so appealing.

I clench my bag in my fingers. “Can’t we just stay here on the boat?”

He cocks his head at me, a frown brewing on his tanned face. “Where’s the fun in that? We’ve got an entire island to explore.”

I swallow hard and since I’d rather not have him thinking I’m a complete wuss, I force a smile. “Sure.”

Spencer seems to notice my unease, and smiles. “I’ve done this a hundred times, and I’ve never lost a passenger.”

“You’ve brought women to this island a hundred times before?”

His eyes narrow and he immediately backpedals. “Not this island. But I used to work on a cruise ship. I was a porter. Part of my job was escorting the nervous female passengers off.

Stupidly, I dislike being compared to nervous women, so I square my shoulders. “I’ll be fine.”

He grins. “Just sit tight. Ten minutes and we’ll be on paradise.”

When he ambles off towards the back of the boat, I try to override my anxiety by mentally listing all the reasons the inflatable dinghy won’t sink, and I won’t be fish food.

He seems to be at home on the boat, obviously knows how to sail, and has given me no reason not to trust his judgment.

But as I watch him toss the anchor and see the distance to shore we need to travel, I’m beginning to regret agreeing to this.

Every image from every shark movie I’ve seen is now playing on repeat in my head.

My mouth is so dry, and my stomach so twisted in knots, I don’t think I can do it.

But when Spencer strolls towards me, and takes my hand, I let him lead me towards the side of the boat where the dinghy is now floating in the water.

“Okay. So, grab the handhold, and climb down, and when you hit the bottom, try to distribute your weight as evenly as possible.”

I nod, but I’m shaking so hard, I’m convinced I’m going to slip into the water and be eaten by a hungry shark.

I take a hold of the first rung and slowly ease my body downward. I let Spencer’s voice guide me as I try not to rock the tiny boat.

When my feet hit the deck, I look down, and with absolutely no grace, manage to make it to sitting.

I let out a breath as Spencer climbs down and smiles as he unhooks the line connecting the dinghy to the boat.

“You did great. Now comes the fun part.”

I try to smile but my voice comes out a wobble. “I think you and I have differing ideas of what constitutes fun.”

He bobs his head and gives me a devilish smile that makes my toes curl. “We’ll see.”

When he yanks the motor and the dinghy starts to move, I cling to the sides and squint as the sea spray hits me in the face.

Rather than look at the water below us, I keep my eyes on Spencer, on his strong forearms, the ripple of muscle under his shirt, and am distracted enough to let my thoughts wander from sinking to wondering what he expects to happen today.

I’m not sure what I expect to happen today.

Still tangled in my thoughts about the most charismatic man I’ve met in a long time, I don’t notice we’ve made it to shore until I feel the boat gently bump into something.

I’m overcome with relief as Spencer jumps out of the boat and starts to drag it onto the beach.

When he gives me the okay sign, I nearly fall out of the dinghy in my haste to get out.

Spencer eyes me as he drags the boat further onto the sand so it’s out of the reach of the waves. “You can take the lifejacket off now.”

Since I struggled to put it on, I stumble up the beach, eyes on the clips until Spencer comes to rescue me.

He unclips me and helps me take it off. Again, like he did on the yacht, he takes my hand. “The house is this way.”

I accept his hand and follow him as he leads me towards a clearing.

When we reach a group of palm trees and a bungalow comes into view, I’m sure I let out an audible gasp.

I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe a small house. Not a two-story home made mostly of glass. I absolutely didn’t expect to see a pool complete with a barbeque and lounging area.

“Holy crap. This is amazing.”

Spencer chuckles. “It’s not bad.”

I nearly choke on a laugh. “Are you kidding me?” I say.

He shrugs lazily. “You hungry?”

I shake my head even though I am feeling a little peckish. I’m also feeling slightly unnerved at being on someone’s private island.

“Who owns it?”

Spencer doesn’t answer, just releases my hand, punches in a code, and waits for the light to go green. “You bring your bikini?”

I frown as he steps through the door into a kitchen bigger than the size of my hotel room. “No. I don’t own one,” I mumble.

His eyebrows rise and he leans his hip against the marble countertop. “Guess we’ll have to improvise then.”

I frown at him, mostly to hide my smile. “Guess we will,” I say.

***

Spencer

Friday 4.15pm

I stick my head inside the refrigerator and am pleased to see it’s still as well-stocked as it usually is.

Rather than miss an opportunity to impress her, I grab a few items out of the fridge and toss them on the counter.

“What cocktail do you fancy? Mojito? Cosmo?”

I wink at her. “Sex on the beach,” I add.

Audrey rolls her eyes. “You must get sick of making them?”

I grin because I do get sick of making them. “I want you to enjoy yourself. If I have to blend a few cocktails, I’ll do it.”

She screws up her nose. “Honestly, I’d be happy with a cold beer.”

I swear my interest in her just rose even higher. “Miller lite right?”

Her eyebrows arch. “You remembered? Or was that a lucky guess?”

I reach into the fridge and pull out two bottles of Millers’. “I remembered everything about you. I dropped three glasses that night because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“Is this an attempt to flirt?” she says.

Her cheeks are flushing, and I can’t resist the pull to tease her. “Did it work?”

A smile creases her lips as she stares at me. “Yes.”

I’m about two seconds away from kissing her when my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket.

“Hold that thought. I need to take this. Make yourself at home.”

The moment broken by Mike who always did have the worst timing, I leave her with her beer in the kitchen.

Since I’m not supposed to report in until dark, I press the button and growl. “This better be good.”

He chuckles. “Catch you at a bad moment did I, Casanova?”

“What do you want Mike?”

“Reassurance you aren’t going to get distracted,” he grunts.

I exhale slowly and try to keep a lid on my irritation. “Why don’t you tell me what’s got you so spooked?”

“That woman you’re with. Where’d you meet her?

I frown and slip into the master bedroom. “At The Pelican last night. Why?”

“She ask to come to the island with you?”

Now I know something has given him the willies. He was fine when I saw him an hour ago. “I invited her. What’s going on? Do we need to call this off?”

He doesn’t say anything for a while. But it’s long enough for me to start thinking maybe I need to rethink today’s plan.

“No. Stick to the plan. If anything changes, I’ll be in contact.”

I work my jaw as I force the words out. “You do that.”

When he’s ended the call, I slide my phone back in my pocket.

Rather than dwell on what might never happen, I kick off my shoes, and decide to go spend the last of the afternoon with the beautiful woman I’m planning on getting naked before the sun sets.

***

Audrey

Spencer saunters out of the house, a cooler in his hand and a rug tucked under his arm.

He grins as he drops the cooler down, settles on the recliner beside me and takes a sip of his beer.

“You want to go for a walk? There’s a waterfall where you can swim on the other side of the island.”

My eyes widen. “Really?”

He grins even wider. “Yeah. Thought we could have a picnic. Watch the sunset.”

“That sounds amazing,” I say.

He downs the rest of his beer and gets to his feet. “Give me a sec.”

I shuffle forwards and slide my sandals back on as he walks towards the house.

He comes out fairly quickly, but when he does, his smile seems a little forced.

“Is something the matter?” I ask him.

He shakes his head and picks up the cooler. “It’s a perfect day, I’m alone with a beautiful woman, and I’ve got a cooler full of food. There is nothing that can wreck any of that.”

He’s so completely smooth, so ready with a polished response, it’s obvious he’s lying to me.

It could be something harmless, but considering we’re here alone, and I’m completely dependent on him to get back that’s enough to make me wonder what he was doing in the house.

I know what Beth would say if she could see me. And she wouldn’t be telling me to play it safe. She’d be telling me I should jump his bones and see if he’s as skilled as I hope he’ll be.

And considering I’m leaving in a few days anyway, and I don’t have any real reason to be afraid of him, I don’t know if it really matters.

The island is small, so it doesn’t take long before we reach a small waterfall surrounded by thick foliage and a pool so clear I can see the pebbles on the bottom.

I really don’t think I’ve been in a more beautiful spot, or with such a charismatic host.

While Spencer leads me towards the waterfall and picks a spot to sit on, I’m working up the courage to kiss him.

He shakes the rug out and sets the cooler down. I swallow hard, nerves fluttering in my stomach as he gives me a panty-melting smile.

He slides his hand around my waist. “I’m glad you came.”

My entire body starts to tingle. “Um,” Is all I manage to say.

I’m frozen in place when he leans in and gently presses his lips to mine.

All my common sense flies out the window when my mouth instinctively opens, and my tongue seeks his.

He doesn’t hesitate, just pulls me in closer until I find myself pressing my body against his.

My hands are in his hair and I’m two seconds away from ripping his clothes off his body when he pulls back and grins. “Been wanting to do that since this morning.”

Heat rushes around my body as he steps back and tugs his shirt over his head.

I open my mouth but nothing but a low moan comes out as I take in his ripped and tanned upper body.

Without a word he walks away from me, leaving me flustered and sweating in the sun.

But when he reaches the water’s edge, he gives me a wicked grin and starts to unbutton his jeans. “Come join me.”

I freeze, entire body covered in goosebumps as he slowly tugs his jeans down.

My eyes near pop out of my head at how well hung he is, and my hormones have decided I’m going to go for this.

Eyes locked on him as he wades backward into the water, I slowly strip off my t-shirt.

My breathing starts to increase, and even though my skin is warm, my nipples stiffen as he watches me.

I take a step forward, and bend down to remove my sandals, before wriggling out of my shorts.

His eyes travel down my body as I stand wearing only my bra and panties. For a moment I consider leaving them on, but when his eyebrow rises suggestively, I decide to throw caution to the wind.

I unhook my bra and let my breasts hang loose. He swallows hard, missteps and nearly disappears under the water. “Damn,” he mutters.

Emboldened by his admiration, I slide my panties down and am glad Beth convinced me to get a bikini wax before we came here.

Feeling sexy, and wild, I toss them away and step into the water.

When Spencer stands, I’m mesmerized as the water runs down the hard lines of his muscles, and down his fully engorged cock.

I start to wade in, but he holds up a hand. “Stay there. I want to take a mental picture of this.”

Feeling wanton, I give him a coy smile, slide my hand to my hip and thrust my chest out. I give him a full five seconds to look at me before I dive under.

The water feels like silk against my skin and tickles my nipples as I swim towards him in the crystal clear pool.

I surface a few feet away from Spencer, breathless and feeling wilder than I anticipated.

He swims towards me, a wicked grin on his face. “Come here,” he says.

I flick my tongue over my lip and shake my head. “Not yet,” I say before I back away from him.

He makes a grab, but I’m too quick. With a squeal I move out of his way and back up until the waterfall is right behind me.

With his eyes on me, he advances, looking hungry and decidedly sexy as reaches for me.

This time, I don’t dodge him, just let him pull me into him. His hands travel to my bare ass and he near growls the words. “Don’t play with me, woman.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and run my finger up his neck. “I’m not.”

He narrows his eyes, but there’s a playfulness to his voice that lets me know he’s more in control than I am right now. “Prove it.”

My heart starts to speed, but I don’t seem to be able to resist the urge. I press my mouth against his and am immediately swept away by his response.

His tongue tickles mine, teasing, making me moan, making me want to see what other parts of my body he can use it on.

His hands travel all over my body, exploring until he slips his hand between my legs and I feel my pussy quiver with expectation.

I spread my legs wider and wrap them around his waist so he can probe deeper.

His kisses increase in intensity as though keeping time with his finger as he strokes my clit, making me buck and groan as pleasure shoots through my core.

I’m on the precipice of an orgasm when he starts to walk backward. The water showers over me, caressing my skin, hitting my erect nipples amplifying the sensation of his skilled movements as he fingers me.

I grip him tighter, pleasure building as he rubs faster and faster until I’m so close I know I’m going to explode in his hand.

I come shaking, shuddering and desperate for more. He waits until I’ve stilled before he spins me around and walks me back to the shore.

In a few stumbled steps, he’s laying me down on the picnic blanket.

With a smile, he presses his mouth to my lips and warmth spreads like fire through my body.

His stubble grazes against my face as he kisses me, our wet skin, slips and slides as the sound of the waterfall provides a backdrop.

As kisses me deeper, tongue caressing mine, and my head starts to get light and I’m starting to shiver, not from cold, by from pure, carnal need.

His kisses become more insistent as he rolls on top of me and slides inside me with a grunt of pleasure.

A gasp escapes as fills me so completely, it’s like he’s the missing piece of my body.

He starts to thrust, issuing grunts, and noises that drown out mine as pleasure shivers through my body.

I throw my head back, spread my legs wider, and wrap my legs around him as he pumps me slowly like he’s enjoying every single thrust.

The sun caresses my skin, I start to moan low, relishing every second, relishing how he feels inside me, how wanton this is, how I’m living in the moment just like Beth says I should be.

Just when I think he’s going to come, he pulls out, and slides down, kissing my stomach, my thighs until he pushes his tongue inside me.

My back arches into the sand, pleasure shudders through my core, making me squirm, and writhe on the rug.

I open my eyes, just as an earth-shattering orgasm bursts from me, making me scream so loud I drown out the sound of the waterfall.

He doesn’t miss a beat, just slides his body on top of mine, and pushes his cock back inside me. “Oh, shit, oh, shit,” I pant as he speeds up.

Another ripple of pleasure starts to build as my mouth opens wide and I grip his ass cheeks.

I come in a glorious rush of awareness, every feeling highlighted, and enhanced by the location, the visceral feel of his wet skin slapping against mine, and the sound of nature all around us.

When he comes in a roar, sounding like a wild animal, it only makes me feel even more primal than I already do.

He collapses beside me, breathing hard, and leaving me feeling like he’s a champion stud who’s well and truly serviced me.

I blow out a breath and cover my eyes as thoughts I can’t be having circle through me.

When he’s recovered, he rolls over and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Don’t know about you, but I thought that was fun,” he says.

I start to laugh, swipe my eyes, and look at him. “It was,” I say.

He gives me a wicked grin. “Then we’ll have to find a way to repeat it,” he says.

To avoid saying we don’t have the time, I just roll on my side and kiss him.

Because no matter how incredible this moment was. No matter how incredible a lover he is.

Spencer is not someone I can afford to see again.

***

Spencer

I wrap my arm around her, and let my body relax into the sand I’m half lying in.

I’ll probably have sand I’ll need to dislodge, but right now, I’m perfectly happy lying here naked with a hot woman after some fucking hot sex.

“Do you think the people who actually live like this appreciate it?” she asks.

I frown as I glance at the waterfall, and the green foliage surrounding it. “I dunno. Maybe it loses its novelty after a while? Maybe that’s why rich people have lots of houses. They’re never satisfied with what they have.”

She snorts. “I don’t think it would ever lose its novelty for me. It’s so peaceful. I feel like nothing can touch us. No trouble, no bad news, it’s like heaven.”

A smile curls my lips. “The ultimate fantasy, huh? No work, no stress, nothing to do but have sex, swim, and just chill.”

She sighs. “It’s a fantasy alright. But I can imagine even a beautiful spot like this would feel like a prison after a while of you were forced to stay on it with the wrong person.”

I frown sidelong at her. “You don’t think two people could spend their lives living like this?”

“I’m saying, if two people were forced to live here because they had to, no matter how beautiful the location or how much money they had, they’d get sick of each other.”

Something tells me she’s had first-hand experience of this. “You don’t believe in marriage?”

I can feel her muscles tense, so I know before she speaks it’s a touchy subject. “It’s not about believing or not. I just think a marriage should be built on friendship. Sex is great, but if you don’t like the person, and you can’t laugh with them, there’s no way you’d want to be with them, here or anywhere else.”

I can’t say I disagree with her, but I wasn’t expecting to have a deep and meaningful conversation either.

I’m trying to think of a way to steer her to less murky waters but she beats me to it. “Are your parents still together?” She asks.

I shake my head. “I was eighteen when my mom and dad split. Mom married a guy and moved to France with him. As far as I can tell, she’s happy.”

Her eyebrows rise. “So you don’t see your father?”

I shrug. “Not really any point. Even before he left, he was a piss poor father. My brother and I don’t have any time for him.”

She nods slowly, but there’s something in his voice that makes me think she understands. “Are you close with your brother then? He lives in Miami too?”

I choose my words carefully. “Yeah. I see him a lot. What about you? Any brothers or sisters?”

She shakes her head. “Beth is the closest thing to a sibling I have.”

I’m not sure how we ended up on the subject, but I find myself asking more questions rather than dissuading her. “And you came here for the weekend because he’s upset about the divorce?

“They’ve been together since college. I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’s not coping as well as she says she is.”

I draw lazy circles on her shoulder as I watch the sun slide behind a cloud. “Well, whatever the reason, I’d glad she brought you along as a bodyguard.”

She releases a laugh and turns to look at me. “If I’m her bodyguard I did a lousy job of it. I lost her in the nightclub.”

I shake my head. “You did a great job. And I know the guy she went home with. He’s okay. Bit down on his luck, but pretty harmless. If you’re worried I can call him and tell him to watch himself.”

Her face brightens a little. “You’d do that?”

I press a kiss to her lips and smile. “If it’ll help you to relax and have fun, happy to.”

She looks so pleased with me, I get up and go in search of my jeans. When I find them, I slide my hand inside the pocket and pull out my phone.

Since Costas is one of the people I get information from regularly I know he’s not going to give me any shit for calling out of the blue.

With a grin at Audrey, now sitting up, and folding her arms around her shins, I dial.

He answers after a few rings sounding decidedly sheepish. “Spence? Is this about the island? That code I got was right?”

I smile and keep my tone light. “We’re good. This is about the woman you took home this morning.”

While Audrey’s eyes widen a little, I can hear Costas’ panic set in. “Fuck, Spence, I didn’t know she was—”

I cut him off. “It’s not that. She’s a friend of a friend. Just wanted to remind you to treat her right, that’s all.”

Costas’ relief pours down the phone. “Of course, always.”

I give Audrey a thumbs up, and she visibly relaxes enough to make me think putting the frighteners up one of our best snitches was worth it. “Stay in touch,” I say.

At the look Audrey gives me, I don’t even let him reply. I just hang up and toss my phone on the rug. “Feel better?”

A lazy smile appears. “Much, thank you.”

When her smile turns into something more than gratitude, I help her to her feet. “Want to go walk naked on the beach?”

Her eyes pop. “Can anyone see us?”

I shake my head. “Not unless they’re also in the cove we moored in. And not unless they just happen to have a telescope.”

That, and the way she’s accepting my hand, seem to be enough motivation for her to take a naked walk on the beach with me.

***

Audrey

I’m not sure which is more erotic, walking down a beach completely naked, feeling the sun caressing my skin, and the sand between my toes, or doing it with a man who makes my knees weak.

Strolling hand and hand with a gorgeous naked man with a physique to rival an athlete, is the closest thing to paradise I’ll ever get.

I half expect him to ask me to go swimming with him, something I’m not going to do, not when sharks might be lurking, but when we’ve circled the small island, he just leads me back to the house.

But when he kisses me in the kitchen, I’m so eager for more sex; I don’t even hesitate as he leads me naked into the bedroom.

My eyes widen as I take in the giant bed and the numerous painted pictures of people engaged in varying sexual acts. Many of which are artistic depictions of orgies or threesomes.

I should care, but when Spencer pulls me to the bed and tells me he wants to lick my pussy again, I lose all sense of control.

He stares at me and shakes his head. “What’d I do to deserve this?”

A smile curls at my lips and I’m about to say something but he drops to his knees and hones in and starts to lick.

I groan, and grasp the satin sheets in my hands, twisting them as I close my eyes.

His technique is flawless, and waves of pleasure are already shooting through my clit as I ready myself for another orgasm.

I open my eyes and find myself staring at my reflection in the mirror above me.

I suck in a breath and Spencer pauses, looking up at me. “Want me to stop?”

I shake my head because I don’t. “Mirror,” I pant.

He frowns then cocks his head so he can follow my gaze. He chuckles. “So it is.”

He moves to return to pleasuring me, but I have to know if he’s done this before with other women, so I grab his head. “Did you know it was there?”

His eyebrow cocks. “Nope. Technically I’m not supposed to be in here. Certainly not supposed to be using the bed.”

I relax a little and hope this is what he was lying about. Or maybe he’s lying about how often he does this?

Given how skilled he is, it’s wishful thinking that he magically knows what women want, but when he goes back to licking my pussy, I’m not sure I care.

I look up and instead of feeling inhibited by the mirror, I keep my eyes open and watch as his hands snake upwards so he’s massaging my breasts.

It’s so erotic, and his touch feels so good, I watch, getting wetter and more turned on until my skin is on fire and I’m climbing the wave of another incredible climax.

My mouth opens, my body tenses and my legs spread wider as he carries on licking me, his tongue in just the right spot until a shudder of bliss builds in intensity then travels the entire length of my body. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I pant.

His tongue never stills until I’m quivering so violently, I’m sure he’ll lose his place, but he never falters, just waits until I’ve stopped moving.

With my eyes on the reflection above us, I watch him kiss my inner thighs, my stomach, until he’s worked his way up to my breasts.

He licks a nipple and slides a hand between my legs. I groan as he slides a finger inside my slippery pussy and starts to slide it inside and out.

I moan as he pushes another finger inside me and manages to do what no other man has before, he finds my g-spot.

I suck in a breath, panting, whimpering, and writhing as he stimulates me internally. “Who are you?” I manage.

He just smiles and leans over to kiss me. “Nobody special,” he whispers.

I can’t even answer, I just open my mouth and let him do all the work until I’m experiencing the deepest, more intense sexual experience of my entire life.

I let out a primal scream, throw my head back and yell God knows what as an explosive orgasm surges like wildfire through me.

He removes his finger, and before I can blink, he rolls on top of me, and kisses me so passionately I forget to breathe.

He starts to thrust, slowly at first until I’m pleading with him to speed up, but he doesn’t listen to me, just goes at his own pace, slow, steady, expertly positioning himself for maximum pleasure.

I don’t say a word, just let him lead me like we're on a dance floor and he’s the one with all the grace and rhythm.

I open my eyes and stare at our image reflected overhead. I can see the strength in his body, the muscle clenching as he pumps.

My hair is splayed around me, my cheeks are flushed, and my lips look bruised from his kisses.

Pleasure resounds through me as I feel myself giving in to this new sensation.

I slide my hands to his ass and dig my nails in. “Harder,” I whisper.

But he has other ideas, he pulls out, leaving me empty and desperate for him to fill me.

“On your knees,” he growls. I do as he says, and scramble to my hands and knees.

I feel his need for me as he grips my hips and pushes inside of me. “You’re fucking incredible,” he rasps.

I smile and enjoy the way my nipples are brushing against the silky sheets. I can feel him speeding up, and his breathing increase.

I close my eyes and let him take control. When he starts to curse, I know he’s close, I should ask him to pull out, but I’m consumed by the feel of him inside me.

When he slides his hands to my ass, it seems to spur him on and he starts to rut me like he’s a wild buck, claiming his mate.

Another climax is growing as he tells me how beautiful I am, how sexy I am, how crazy I make him.

I cry out, two seconds before he starts to thrust harder. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please, please don’t stop,” I scream.

He doesn’t, he keeps pounding me hard until his sex noises are rivaling mine.

When he’s done, I collapse on my forearms, shaking, tears in my eyes and wondering where this man has been all my life.