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  His mouth covers my ear and he pats my left cheek. “Lift up.”

  He shoves two large pillows beneath my stomach and pushes me down with a firm palm between my shoulder blades. Ass up. Face down.

  Beau starts at my shoulders, raining kisses down my back until he reaches my bottom. “Hope you’re comfortable because I’m about to fuck you like this.”

  The bed dips as he grasps the backs of my thighs and pushes them up and apart. He licks my clit and drags his tongue through my center. I roll my hips, rubbing myself against his facial scruff. Feels so fucking good.

  His tongue abandons me but two fingers are there to replace it. “You make me want to fuck you hard.”

  “Then do.” My voice is breathless.

  “I think I shall, sweet Peach.” I hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper before he puts a knee between my thighs and pushes them apart.

  I push my head into the bed so my bottom is where he wants it. He presses his tip against my entrance. I push backward, forcing him to enter me a little. He pulls away and slaps my cheek. I yelp, mostly because I wasn’t expecting it. “Like that?”

  Weird, but I do. “Yes.”

  I’m finding all kinds of new things I didn’t know I liked. Smacking my ass is added to the growing list.

  He glides his cock up and down my slit, teasing me. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You inside me right now.” He continues teasing me so I say the magic words. “Please, Beau.”

  He burrows into me hard and fast, shoving my head against the headboard, so I brace myself with outstretched arms. He rocks against me, thrusting in and out, while holding my hips so firmly I’ll likely wear the evidence for days.

  I can’t help but move in counteraction. It’s pure carnal instinct. “Harder, Beau.”

  He does as I say. And he doesn’t disappoint.

  I hear his prelude-to-an-orgasm groan. He’s going to come any minute. And I am as well because he’s hittin’ it in all the right spots.

  He pushes inside me one last time. “Ahh . . . oh.”

  A moment later he collapses on top of me. He kisses my neck before leaving me to lie on his back. “I enjoyed the fuck out of that.”

  I push up and roll over so I can lie next to Beau. And I smile. Because I’m happy.

  Lost in him. It’s a lovely place to find myself.

  Chapter 11

  Anna James Bennett

  Yesterday might have seemed a bust for a lot of people but it was perfect for me. Seriously. One of the best days of my life.

  We spent the day in the suite doing nothing. We lay on the couch watching rented movies and pigged out on room service. I’m glad; the downtime gave me the opportunity I needed to talk to Meredith.

  Geez, I’m scared for Meredith and Grayson. They are in a fucking mess. I’m not sure they’re going to recover from this.

  I’m worried about them, but I can’t dwell on their problems. Beau and I are down to our last day in Jamaica, and I want it to be special.

  I’m not sad. No reason to be. Our departure home tomorrow isn’t the end of us. It’s the beginning.

  I’m standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around my wet hair. I need to know what’s on today’s agenda so I can choose how I’ll fix it. “What are we doing today?”

  “I was thinking I want to take you back to Consume for lunch since it’s where we first met.” That’s sort of sweet.

  Beau isn’t saying it but we both know this is the only chance we’ll ever have to revisit the place we met. I’ll never return to this resort and if he does, it won’t be with me.

  “And what shall we do with the rest of the day?”

  “There’s a cool bar on the beach. You can drink, dance . . . and cliff dive.”

  I turn from the mirror to look at Beau. “No way I’m jumping off a cliff.”

  “You haven’t even seen it.”

  “Don’t need to. I don’t like heights.” I’m not really even a huge fan of going out on the balcony.

  “You don’t have to jump, but would you consider going with me so I can?”

  It’s easy to see he really wants to, and I don’t want to rain on his parade. “Of course, I will.”

  “I have to take the rental back by two o’clock, so I guess I’ll do that between lunch and the beach. Probably be gone about an hour and a half. Maybe two. Want to go with me?”

  I look at my clothes all over the room. It looks like my closet threw up. “I have an early flight; I’d rather not wait until in the morning to pack. I can work on getting my stuff together while you’re gone then I won’t be so rushed in the morning.”

  “Sounds like a good plan.” He comes to me and snakes his arms around my waist. “Because I’ll want to send you off properly in the morning.”

  “What time is your flight?”

  “Two.” He’ll be in Atlanta by five. Six, our time.

  I want to ask him to come over. Maybe even stay the night. But is it too soon? Maybe we need a little breathing room after nine days together.

  I’ll see what he says and play it by ear. If he seems eager to be together soon then I'll roll with it.

  Consume isn’t that crowded for lunch today, but I bet you don’t have a chance in hell at getting a table for dinner tonight without a reservation. It’s nearing the end of Wicked Week.

  The hostess breaks into a smile when she sees Beau. “Welcome back, Mr. Emerson.”

  She knows him by name. I’m surprised by how bothered I am about that.

  I can’t help but notice the way she touches his shoulder when we’re seated. “Navaro will be your server, but don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.”

  I wait until she’s gone to comment. “She certainly delivers service with a smile.”

  Beau laughs. “In case you’ve not noticed, that’s a huge part of the mission statement at this resort.”

  Mission statement, my ass. “She didn’t smile at me like that.”

  He’s wearing a huge grin. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous.”

  I roll my eyes before lifting my menu to serve as a divider between us. “You wish, Beauregard.”

  I search the chef’s specialties section for the perfect Jamaican dish. “I think I’m going with the Jamaican patty. That’s one I’ve not tried yet.”

  “Beau-mother-fucking-Emerson!”

  I lower my menu to see the owner of the rude mouth who just called out to Beau.

  Beau gets up from the table and greets an attractive older man with a sweet young thing on his arm. “Carl-mother-fucking-Dennison.”

  They shake hands and do the half man-hug thing. “Have you been here all week?”

  “Eight days.”

  “How have we managed to miss each other?”

  Beau gestures to me. “She’s a fucking nymph. I met her on night one, and she’s barely let me leave the bed.”

  He wants to play, I’m game. “Those Viagra pills came in handy.”

  Carl bursts into laughter. “She’s a feisty one.”

  Beau wags his brows at me. “You have no idea.”

  “Mind if we join you?” Carl asks.

  No. No. No. I want this time with Beau. I have things I want to talk about.

  Beau looks at me and shrugs. “Sure. You don’t mind, do you?”

  I deflate all at once. “Of course not.”

  Proper introductions are made, and I learn Beau and Carl have been friends for years. Hailey, the sweet young thing, is the arm candy he meets at Indulge for a bi-yearly fling.

  “You and Anna James should come back to our place and have some drinks.” I don’t need to be fluent in hedonism to know what kind of invitation that is.

  “Sorry, Carl. We’ve already made plans.”

  “Plans often change around here. You know that.”

  “No can do. I’ve gotta get our rental car back by two and Anna James has to pack so we can do one last thing this evening before we fly home in the morn
ing.”

  “Okay, but let me know if anything changes. We’d love to get some alone time with the two of you.” Gross. Just . . . fucking gross.

  “Will do, man.”

  Is this what being with Beau back home will be like? People propositioning us for threesomes and whateversomes. I hope not.

  “I gotta roll if I’m going to get the car back on time.” That’s my cue to run. Fast. No way I’m hanging out with these weirdos.

  “And I have a ton of packing to do. It was very nice to meet you.”

  Beau stops at the door. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, but I’m working on a surprise for you. May take me a little bit longer.”

  I hate knowing there’s a surprise coming. I rather just find out it when it happens. “Tell me.”

  “Nope. You’ll find out.”

  He leans in to kiss the side of my face. “Think about doing the dive with me. I’d love to jump together.” Geez. Holding hands on the way down. That could be romantic.

  “I’ll think about it.” I’ll think about it? What’s with that, Anna James? Damn. This man has a way of talking me into things I wouldn’t normally do.

  We part ways at the restaurant and I have three things on my mind. One, I dread packing. Two, it would be amazing to share an experience like cliff diving with Beau. And three, what kind of surprise does he have for me?

  I’m undecided about cliff diving, but I’m wearing my swimsuit just in case. I’ll make my decision after I see how far down the water is.

  I change into my bikini and cover-up. I’m sure my attire will be fine considering the type of bar it is. Besides, no one in town dresses up.

  I set my outfit for tomorrow aside and toss my big bag on the bed. I work on stuffing it with dirty clothes. I have a ton so catching up the washing should be fun.

  “Shit!” I scream at the exact moment my heart takes off like a speed rocket. Carl-mother-fucking-Dennison is standing in our bedroom.

  I put my hand to my chest. “You scared the hell out of me.”

  How did he get in here? The door locks automatically, and I know Beau isn’t here to open the door.

  This isn’t right.

  Carl twirls a keycard between his fingers. It looks like Beau’s; it has the image of a topless woman on it just like the one he’s been using all week. The keycard he gave me is different.

  “Beau gave this to me. Said I should come over and get you warmed up while we wait on him to get back.”

  Fucking liar. “He did not tell you that.”

  Carl laughs. “If he didn’t send me over then how did I get his key to your room?”

  I don’t know but I have the heebie-jeebies. Every hair on my body is standing on end.

  “Come on, Anna James. It’ll be fun.”

  “No.”

  “I’m here because Beau asked me to be. He wants to have a threesome before you leave.”

  “Get out.”

  Carl moves toward me. “Sweetheart, this is what Beau does. He chooses a newbie and spends the week grooming her so she’ll agree to have her first threesome with him and another man. Those are the dynamics he likes. Watching gets him off. This is what he’s wanted from you since day one. And he chose me to participate because I’m damn good at what I do. He wanted to surprised you.”

  I dash to the phone. “I’m calling security.”

  Carl holds up his hands. “Whoa. There’ll be no need for that. I know where the door is.”

  I secure the deadbolt after he’s gone and return to the bedroom, collapsing onto the mattress. I’m not sure how my legs carried me to the door and back. They’re like gelatin.

  That jerk’s lying. He has to be; Beau wouldn’t do this to me.

  But how did he get Beau’s room key if it wasn’t given to him? It’s not like he could show up at the front desk and request a keycard for our suite. And how did he know our room number?

  This was Beau’s surprise for me? Clever trick.

  I want to introduce you to my family when we get back to Georgia.

  I want to give us a try.

  I’m not ready for us to end.

  How could I have been so gullible?

  Trying to deny the possibility is useless; it’s clear. I’ve been played. And it’s breaking my heart.

  I can’t stay.

  I change out of my swimsuit into the outfit I laid aside for tomorrow. I toss all my things into my suitcase with no regard for organization. If it won’t fit, I’ll leave it behind; I have to be out of here before Beau returns.

  An hour later I’m passing my ID to the airline employee behind the counter. “I’m on a flight scheduled for tomorrow morning but I want to see if you can get me on one departing for Atlanta today.”

  “Let’s have a look and see what’s available.” She studies her computer screen for a moment. “I have a 6:05 flight to Atlanta arriving at 9:55 Eastern.”

  “Thank, God. I’ll take it.”

  I check my bags and do the airport shuffle. I have ninety minutes until departure. I want to call Meredith so bad I can hardly stand it. She’s the only person in the world I can talk to, but she has a shitstorm of her own going on right now. She doesn’t need me dumping my problems on her.

  Anna James. It’s just you and me, babe.

  * * *

  It’s five in the morning when I hear the doorbell and beating on my door. “Open up, Peach!”

  Obviously, Beau got an earlier flight home since he’s here but how in the world did he find me? I never told him my physical address.

  “Open this door, Peach!” The pounding becomes louder and more insistent.

  I’m not going to the door. I’ll take one look at those beautiful hazel eyes and . . . I don’t know. Probably cave to whatever he says.

  I get out of bed and move down the hall. I stand behind the wall so he can’t see me through the glass of my front door. “Please.” Bang! “Please.” Bang! Bang! Bang! “I have to talk to you.”

  He’s a magnet; I’m steel. I feel a pull to go to him. But I can’t. He’s already proven he has the power to bend me to his will.

  My cheeks are damp from the tears slipping down them. I wrap my arms tightly around myself and lean against the wall for support. Please give me the strength to not open that door.

  Ring! Ring! He presses the doorbell over and over. It’s driving me mad, but I’m sure that’s his intention. “Don’t do this, Peach.”

  More than an hour passes when I notice all noise has ceased. I dash across the living room and peek out the window just in time to see a black Hummer backing out of my drive. Good. He’s given up.

  Why did he come to find me? Jamaica is over.

  I get seven hours of peace before he’s back doing the same thing. Again, I pretend no one is home although I’m certain he’s seen my car in the drive. He’ll eventually give up. He did last time.

  Two hours later, the black Hummer leaves a second time. I’m not sure I can take a third round so I call Meredith. “I’m coming over.”

  “You don’t have to. I know you’re tired from flying, and I’m fine. Really.” Sorry, Mere. This isn’t about you.

  “I’m the one who isn’t fine. I need to get out of my house for a while. Can I use your guest room for a couple of days?”

  “Sure, but what’s going on?”

  “I’ll explain everything when I get there.”

  I throw my essentials in a bag and make a run for it. I don’t want to be caught during my escape.

  There’s a combination of mouth gaping, a blank stare, and a shaking head as I tell Mere how things went down between Beau and me yesterday. “That fucking asshole! I can’t believe he manipulated you like that.”

  “He did a nice job of it. He completely pulled the wool over my eyes.”

  “Mine, too. I thought he was a good guy. And so perfect for you. That’s so damn disappointing.”

  “I’ve been burned again. I’m not sure I’ll ever want to make another go at a relationship.” I’m such a
stupid woman.

  “It’ll get better in time. You’ll see.”

  I think my memory must be failing. For the life of me I can’t recall my heart ever aching this dreadfully after my breakup with Drake. How can that be? I was with him for four years. I only had a mere nine, no eight, days with Beau.

  I don’t want this to get better in time. I want the pain to go away now. Tonight.

  I survived one broken heart. Surely, I can do it again.

  * * *

  “Hello and welcome to Fusion. How many in your party?”

  “Four. Two adults. Two children.”

  I look at the server assignments. I find two open tables and choose to seat this family with Natasha since she’s so much more patient with children. Marcus can be a real ass about kids, especially the ones in highchairs who throw food on the floor.

  I reach to grab menus from the cubby on the wall and our eyes meet.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Beau’s sitting in the bar area, staring directly at me.

  My heart takes off like a Kentucky Derby racehorse leaving its gate.

  It’s been two weeks since his last visit to my house. I thought I was rid of him. I thought he’d probably moved on to his next sucker.

  But I’ve yet to move on from my anger and hurt.

  I’m trembling as I lead the family of four to their table. “Natasha will be your server tonight. Enjoy your dinner.”

  Shit. What do I do? I can’t see him. I won’t.

  I don’t feel well at all. “Hey, Jackie. Can you cover me at my station for a few minutes? I need to visit the bathroom.”

  “No problem.”

  I can’t have Beau thrown out of the restaurant. He hasn’t done anything to warrant that since all he’s doing is having a drink at the bar. It isn’t a crime to watch me. Unsettling? Definitely, but not illegal.

  I hunch over the sink while pondering what I should do. I have no idea so I go into a bathroom stall to call Meredith. Not sure why. It won’t gain me any privacy. “Beau’s in the restaurant. I don’t know what to do.”