Betrayal

I shook my head. “I still need to go to my suite and get some clothes. I don’t think this robe or my black dress make very appropriate beachwear.”

“Then the beach it is.” He tilted his head. “You know, if we stayed here and swam in the private pool, what’s under that robe would be perfectly acceptable.”

“Mrs. Witt?”

“May take the rest of the day off. She has family nearby. I think I can tell you that without breaking our rule or having to kill you. That’s part of why she traveled here with me.”

“Oh, but then who will read your emails?”

He pulled me close, our bodies molding together. “If you take a shower here, I’ll have the shop downstairs send up a swimsuit in your size.”

My head continued to move back and forth though I now had to look up. The result was my hair swaying over the satin on my back. “That’s not necessary. I have plenty of—”

His finger touched my lips. “Size…” He eyed me up and down. “…4?”

“Yes, well before all the meals we’ve been eating. I’d go with a 6 now or maybe an 8.”

Nox smiled. “We had a good amount of exercise last night, but… if the 4 doesn’t fit, we’ll need to add more cardio to our schedule.”

I didn’t know if I could take more cardio. “Fine,” I said as I pulled away, but before I turned to leave, I asked, “Where’s my phone?”

“In the bedroom. It’s plugged in. I turned off the sound.”

Nodding, I went in search of my phone and a shower while Nox went back to his email.

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

“ARE YOU SPENDING THE NIGHT WITH MR. HANDSOME?”

“OMG YOU AREN’T ANSWERING. YOU ALWAYS ANSWER.”

“ARE YOU DEAD? TELL ME YOU’RE NOT DEAD.”

“IT’S AFTER TWO. YOU ARE SPENDING THE NIGHT!!!!”

“YOU DID IT! GO GIRL! OMG, ARE HIS BALLS BLUE?”

“HIS EQUIPMENT????”

“HE’S A LOOKER NOT A PRODUCER… AM I RIGHT?”

“IT’S OK IF IT WASN’T GOOD.”

“OR WAS IT SO GOOD YOU CAN’T RESPOND?”

“SEX COMA???”

“NO MATTER WHAT, I WANT DETAILS.”

“OK, NOW I’M WORRIED. IT’S MORNING.”

“SHOULD I CALL HOTEL SECURITY?”

“CALL ME! SEND A TEXT. YOU GET MAD WHEN I DON’T KEEP IN TOUCH.”

“I’M GIVING YOU ONE MORE HOUR… THAT’S IT.”

Tears blurred her texts as I scrolled down them and laughed at my best friend.

Well, that was until I got to the last message. I didn’t think Nox would appreciate hotel security busting into his suite. I was begi

He’s done nothing wrong.

Even the thought of things he’d done right twisted my insides.

I checked the time Chelsea sent her last text message against the clock. Shit! I only had ten minutes to spare.

I touched the CALL icon.

She answered on the first ring. “Where the hell are you? Are you still with Mr. Handsome? I was just about to—”

“Stop. I’m fine, well…” Blood filled my cheeks. “…better than fine, really.”

“Better than fine,” Chelsea repeated. “I’m listening.”

I turned away from the bedroom door and covered my phone with my hand. “Chels, I’m standing in his bedroom wearing a robe. I’m not giving you any details—yet.”

“Just one, I need to know…”

“I thought you’d be…” Nox said, as he entered the room.

I spun toward him and pointed at the phone.

“So?” Chelsea asked.

“Not blue,” I answered with a grin.

“Oh girl. I need more.”

“Chels, I need to go. I’ll be by our room…” Nox shook his head no as the menacing gleam I adored grew. “…or not. I’m spending most of the day with Nox.”

Though I was talking to Chelsea, Nox had my full attention. He twisted the button inside the doorknob and stalked toward me. When he was mere inches away, he mouthed locked. Shook his head and quietly whispered, “No Mrs. Witt.”

“Chelsea, I need to…”

Nox’s gaze held me captive as he removed the phone from my hand and hit the red disco

Nox’s movements were deliberate and predatory as he tugged the sash of my robe. I arched my back and gasped for air as his lips seized one of my nipples and he pulled with his teeth. Musk and need filled the room as he lifted me to the bed and slowly removed the robe from my shoulders.

He led me back to the bed. The searing stare he’d given me at the pool the day we’d met was but a tepid glance compared to the way he looked at me now. In this moment, our roles were clear. I was his for the taking, vulnerable to his whims and malleable to his touch. He had complete control.

I’d never been as exposed or felt as worshipped.

That was what Nox did: he worshipped, adoring my body—every inch. Begi

Chelsea was wrong—Nox had the equipment. Ru

I couldn’t contain my smile as he produced the small silver packet from the shower shelf. Using my teeth to open the condom, I wantonly sheathed his rock-solid erection.

With the warm water washing over us, Nox lifted me against the tile and granted my desire. Clinging to his shoulders, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. Each thrust moved him deeper, pushing and stretching. My moans echoed within the glass stall as I sucked the saltiness from his skin.

Though my mind questioned my ability to find the high he’d already provided, my body knew better. The more he fa

When our eyes met, his lips curled into his sexy smile. “I don’t have the words,” he said. “Amazing seems woefully insufficient.”

A GENTLE BREEZE blew the sheer curtains of our cabana bed. The covering did little to shield us from the sun or from the other patrons as we rested upon the soft mattress.

“I don’t remember the last time I spent an entire day like this.”

I rolled to my side, planted my elbow and popped my head on my hand. Staring into his pale eyes, I asked, “So you work a lot, even when you travel?”

He pulled me closer, flattening my breasts against his bare chest. “I do. I’ve had a few meetings since I arrived. That’s what brought me here this week.”

My cheeks rose. “I’m glad you had those meetings.”

He tucked a rogue strand of hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek. “Me too.” His menacing grin returned. “Have you spoken to your sister?”