Indulge (6 page)

Can’t say I blame him for that.

I’m not able to resist peering over my shoulder at the show. It’s like a car wreck you can’t look away from. “They get off on being watched. That’s why their drape isn’t closed.”

I feel dirty for looking.

Beau gestures for me to go in first. “After you, Peach.”

I ponder the best way to get inside. I’d get on my hands and knees and crawl in if I were wearing pants. That’s not a possibility with this dress so I guess it’s sit and scoot.

I slide back a few inches at a time, pulling my dress down as I go so I don’t show him everything I have beneath.

“I’ll get these for you.” Beau grasps the backs of my heels and slips them off. “Better?”

“Yes! It was sort of dumb to wear them out dancing but I love the way they look with this dress.”

“The dress. The shoes. You. All perfection.”

Is that a line? If so, it’s a great one. And I’m falling for it. “You’re sweet.”

He crawls in beside me on his hands and knees. “I’m being honest. You’re one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen.”

Swoon
.

Beau Emerson makes me feel like a woman. A
desired
woman. His words. The way he looks at me. His body language. Everything he does is a huge turn-on.

We’re sitting close. All he’d have to do is lean over to kiss me. And I realize I want him to.

“Drinks?” I jolt when a cocktail waitress appears at the foot of the bed. She’s dressed, if you can call it that, in what looks like an ensemble made from black electrical tape. There are a few strips here and there with very little left to the imagination.

Beau doesn’t appear the least bit interested in her near bareness. He’s overlooking her because his complete attention is on me. I like that. “Beer?”

“Sure.”

We sit at the head of the bed, our backs resting against the stacks of pillows while having another Stella.

Marian Hill’s “Got It” thumps below. Moaning from the neighboring couple carries into our booth. My every nerve ending is stimulated. Humming. Buzzing. Craving.

I need a distraction.

“Is Beau short for something?”

He shakes his head. “It is but we’re not going there.”

“Beaumont?” It’s the obvious choice. Maybe.

He says nothing so perhaps not. “Beaudon? Beauchamp?” No response so I elbow him. “Tell me.”

He chuckles while saying, “Big Beau.” I barely know him but I’m not the least bit surprised by his big cock remark.

I giggle and choke on my drink. My mishap sends beer into my sinuses, causing me to accidentally snort. I cup my hand over my nose but do it again. “Sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that.”

“This is a tight space. If you fart next, you’re outta here, Peach.”

Omigod. I’m laughing so hard I lose my breath and tears pool in the corners of my eyes. “Dammit, you’re going to make me mess up my makeup.”

I love Beau’s sense of humor but he’s trying to distract me from guessing his full name. “I think Beau is short for something dapper. Regal. And you hate it.” I rack my brain for a minute. “I forgot about Beauregard.”

He chuckles, a low sound deep in his chest. “I’ll never tell.”

I think I’ve hit the nail on the head. “Beauregard. That’s what I’m calling you unless you tell me otherwise.”

He shrugs. “Whatever butters your bread, baby.”

He holds out his drink. “A toast to Peach and Beauregard.”

“To Peach and Beauregard. Now, that’s a pair.”
Clink
! We tap the necks of our glass beer bottles.

We suck those down in no time, and as though on cue, electrical tape woman appears with more. “Anything else, Mr. Emerson?”

“We’re fine. I’ll ring if that should change.”

“Very good, sir.”

I wait until she’s gone to ask. “You’ll ring her?”

He points to an intercom on the wall. “Call system.” Of course. How silly of me.

We work on our fresh beers while watching the show below on the dance floor. The dry humping I was doing against Beau earlier has nothing on what’s happening right now. Which reminds me of earlier. “What did you say to that man on the dance floor to make him go away?”

“I told him your pussy and ass were mine and I didn’t share you with anyone.”

Holy shit. My stomach just did something. Maybe a backflip?

“That ass monkey pushed himself on you without an invitation or permission. I showed him kindness by not punching him in his face, which is what I really wanted to do. But violence is grounds for being thrown out of the resort and that would mean I wouldn’t get to see you this week. And I would really like that . . . if you’re open to it.”

He wants to see me this week?

I’m pretty sure a feather could knock me over right now.

“I don’t know what spending time with a person like you means.” Is Beau looking for a friend? A lover? Or a new partner for a triad? It’s definitely a no to the latter.

“We don’t have to put a label on what it is.”

Beau has desires I’ll never be able to satisfy. What most men consider a fantasy is his reality. I’d be wise to not forget that no matter how much fun we’re having.

“I like you, Beauregard.” We both smile when I use his new nickname. “I enjoy spending time together. But you, and the things you like, frighten me.”

He grazes the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Does my simple touch scare you?”

I look down. “Yes.”

He grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. He rubs my bottom lip with his thumb. “And this too?”

I nod.

He takes my beer from my hand, placing it on the shelf inside the booth. He leans in for a kiss, the one I’ve been dying for since he told me I was so fucking beautiful it hurt. But if I’m being honest, I wanted it long before that.

I’m trembling. My breath is rapid. I may even be a little lightheaded.

He stops before his lips touch mine. We’re so close I can smell the Stella on his breath. I want to taste it. “How does this make you feel?”

“It scares the hell out of me.”

His bottom lip grazes mine but he still doesn’t kiss me. “I’ll back off right now if it’s what you want. We’ll leave this lounge. I’ll escort you back to your room and say goodnight. But if that happens, I’m going back to my suite for a cold shower so I can jerk off while fantasizing about what might have happened if you had told me to kiss you right now.”

Gush!
The crotch of my panties just became drenched.

This is it. The second moment of the night that will define where this relationship is going. “Kiss me.”

He laces his fingers through my hair and holds me prisoner when he lowers his mouth to mine. I open to invite his tongue inside. It meets mine and together the two become erotic dance partners.

Ah. A first kiss. Always the last to be forgotten.

He stops, his lips hovering over mine. His breath is warm against my skin. “More or stop? Your call.”

I’m standing at a crossroads. He’s asking me to venture further with him but my heart tells me one more step will take me beyond the point of no return.

I’m twenty-four, divorced, in Jamaica, and kissing a seriously hot man.
Why the fuck would I say no?
“More.”

His mouth leaves mine and travels down my neck. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you will taste like.”

I close my eyes and debate what I’m doing. This goes against everything I believe and all the things I want for myself.

This man knows the power of seduction. He’s giving me exactly what I want, so slowly, it’s taking my breath away.

This isn’t love. Nor is it true and beautiful. But I want it more than my next breath.

I have no idea what it is I think we’re doing or what we can ever become. I only know I like it a whole fucking lot.

Beau tugs at the strapless side of my dress until my breast pops out of the top. His hand encompasses the mound and squeezes rhythmically as he moves lower. He pushes it up and sucks my nipple into his mouth, circling the hard pebble with his tongue. When he finishes, he drags his teeth over it.

Every touch, lick, and suck has a direct link sending a message to the center of my groin.
Get ready for what’s coming next.

He rolls my body so I’m lying on my side.

What’s he doing?

Oh, hell. He can keep doing that.

His tongue, which has been darting in and out of the open slits down the side of my dress, touches my hipbone. I tremble from its contact against the sensitive skin there.

I open my eyes and see the silhouette of a woman standing at the opening of the booth we’re in. I jolt up, covering my exposed chest with my hand, and she moves away.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was a woman standing there watching us.” Creepy.

“Probably Shayna from the next booth. She likes to watch in addition to being watched.”

“Well, I don’t like to be ogled.” The curtain is open but it’s still a complete violation of privacy.

He moves to the end of the bed, pulls the plush velvet drapes together, and fastens them with a hook. “Easy fix.”

He turns around but doesn’t come back to me. Instead, he sits back on his feet, placing his palms on the top of his thighs. “I know you’re not sure about this. Or me. That’s why I’m not going to fuck you tonight.”

I admire his confidence. “You assume I’d let you.”

He crawls in my direction on all fours before hovering over my body. “Trust me when I say you’re going to wish I would.”

He puts his hands on my knees and pushes my legs apart. Like cracking open a book he can’t wait to read. And I let him. I’m trembling, impatient to experience what he has in store for me.

He hoists my dress to my waist. My entire groin throbs as he lightly strokes his fingertips over the wet crotch of my panties. “See? You’re already drenched, and I’ve barely touched you.”

I can’t get enough air in and out of my nose so I open my mouth to breathe. I work to gain control, but it still results in an embarrassing pant.

He cups his hand over my groin and pets me through my wet panties. Every nerve ending between my legs is alive. “I don’t think I’ve stopped thinking about you for a single minute since we met.”

He pushes the wet fabric aside and groans beneath his breath. “You’re so smooth. I love that.”

He glides his fingers up and down my center. His fingertip grazes my clit with every upward stroke, enough to stimulate but not nearly enough to satisfy. It’s torture, the sweetest kind.

I tilt my hips and rock against his hand. I lift my arms over my head and grasp the pillow under my head, turning my face into it. “Omigod.”

Beau thrusts two fingers in and out of me while working my clit. At least that’s what I think he’s doing. I can’t really be sure since it’s something I’ve never had done to me before.

I’ve not been blessed with generous sexual partners. Only takers.

He lowers his mouth to my neck and kisses me just below my lobe. His words are a seductive, breathy whisper traveling from his lips to my ear. “My cock is going to feel better than this when I get it inside you.”

His cock. Inside me.

Oh, yes.

I’m losing, no finding, myself in what Beau’s doing. I’m discovering a part of me I’ve never known. “Oh. My. God. Please don’t stop.”

I tense all over, including my curled toes, when the rhythmic contractions in my groin begin. Once. Twice. I lose count of how many times my internal body squeezes around Beau’s fingers. “Don’t stop coming yet, Anna James. Ride it all the way.”

I couldn’t stop this fast-moving train if I tried. I’ve never experienced toe-curling ecstasy that is this orgasm.

How the hell have I missed out on this?

I bite my lip and grasp him tightly around his neck to pull him close. He wasn’t kidding. I do want him to fuck me.

I relax when it ends. My entire body goes lax. That includes allowing my legs to fall completely apart. I don’t have it in me to care if he sees my goodies.

I would let Beau do that to me again anytime. No question.

He moves up my body until he’s lying on top of me, his erection pressing against my crotch. “The way you respond to my touch is sexy as fuck.”

I want to touch him, see if he has a similar response.

I push my hand between our bodies so I can reach his dick. I stretch my neck so my mouth reaches his earlobe. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

He growls and flips us over so I’m on top. I’m straddling him so my dress is jacked up to my hips. Perfect opportunity to grind my crotch against his cock. “You are killing me, Peach.”

I sit back and push my hand down the front of his trousers. He’s full and warm inside my palm. I grasp firmly and move my hand up and down in a steady motion.

“Being inside me is going to feel so much better than this.” I’m the one using his words now. Dirty ones. And I like it; it feels right.

“My cock was so jealous of my fingers when they were in you.”

I stop stroking it and rub his tip over the crotch of my underwear. All it would take would be to push the fabric of my panties aside and he could be inside me. “You were right when you predicted I’d want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah. He has a way of doing that.”

What the fuck?

I’m startled to hear a voice inside our booth so I jerk around to see what’s going on. Someone is standing at our booth entrance holding the drapes wide open. “Honey, I’m home.”

“
S
hit
.” I’m shining my entire ass to whoever this is so I quickly roll off Beau and yank my dress down.

“Get the fuck out, Linc.” I jolt when Beau raises his growly, authoritative voice.

Our intruder doesn’t budge so Beau kicks one of his feet in the guy’s direction, narrowly missing his crotch. “Christ on a cracker. You could have kicked me in the balls.”

“That was my intention.” Beau groans beneath his breath.

“Simmer down, Bobo.”

“I
had
a beautiful woman sitting on top of me with her hand around my cock. Simmering down is the complete opposite of what I want, hence the reason I’m telling you to leave. Now.”

“No, motherfucker. I have a beef with you.”

Beau shakes his head. “And I have a grievance with you.”

“You walked right past my booth with this lovely lady and didn’t stop to say hello, kiss my ass, or anything.”

“That would be because I didn’t want you scaring the hell out of Anna James, which I imagine you’re sort of doing right now.”

“I’m Linc. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The man offers his right hand for a shake, and all I can do is look at it. Really? I just had my palm wrapped around Beau’s cock and he wants to shake hands? That’s just nasty.

I shake my head. “Probably not the best time for a handshake.”

Linc comes into the booth and stretches out next to me.

Freak!

He interrupts our intimate moment and then climbs into the booth with us? Unbelievable.

I bug my eyes at Beau so he’ll know I disapprove. He better not think this is going to turn into a threesome.

He pats my leg and leans over to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get him out of here.”

“You didn’t come to the pool party last night.” Well, at least Linc is validating what Beau told me. Looks like he did turn in after he escorted me to my room. It’s a little silly but that makes me smile inside.

“I had a late evening out with Anna James.”

“I heard you put Erin and Heath out on their asses.” Oh. Linc must know Beau well.

“Sure the fuck did.”

“What happened?” This guy’s a nosy bastard.

“Not going there with you, Linc.”

“Are the two of you starting up a new poly trio? If so, I want in.” Wow. I think he’s totally serious. And I suspect it’s the reason behind his rude interruption. He came to call dibs before anyone else had a chance.
Apparently, these kinds of people like laying claims on others.

Beau swats away the hand Linc rests on my thigh and replaces it with his own. “Forget it. I’m not sharing her with anyone.”

Chills erupt down my body; I can’t help but like the hint of possessive, alpha-tone in his voice.

Linc nibbles his bottom lip while looking me over, head to toe. It’s unsettling to be undressed by his eyes. “Mmm . . . can’t say I blame you. I’d keep this one all to myself too.”

He stretches and groans before scooting to the edge to leave. Thank God. “Do let me know if you change your mind. I’d love a taste. You know how much I visually enjoy blondes.”

He isn’t gone a second too soon. “What a whack job.”

“Linc’s not so bad . . . when he isn’t interrupting one hell of a hand job.”

I wanted to make him come. Hard. And I would have if we’d not been interrupted. “We didn’t get to the best part.”

“No, we didn’t.” Beau leans over and kisses the side of my neck. Makes me want to climb on top of him again to finish what I started. But, not here.

“Can we go somewhere else? Maybe a place with a little more freedom from disturbance?”

“Our rooms are the only places we’ll find privacy.”

I don’t respond because I’m torn.

“Don’t worry, Peach. We can go to my room, and you can leave whenever you want.”

Choosing to go to a suite with a man I just met, especially one like Beau, is a big decision. Scary stuff. I’ve never done anything like that; I’ve always exercised extreme caution in everything I do. And look where that got me. Dumped within a year of marriage.

Beau’s already given me one toe-curling orgasm, and he’s offering more.
Is there really a choice, Anna James?

“I want to.”

“Thank fuck.” The words barely reach my ears before Beau grasps the back of my neck and pulls me in so his lips can reach mine.

Aah! Every woman dreams of being kissed like this, just once in her lifetime, so hard and deep she can feel it down to her toes.

Time to throw caution to the wind and live for the moment without worry for potentially ruinous consequences.

Beau’s suite is on the opposite side of the resort from mine, but it’s close to the club, so the walk isn’t far. I’m thankful since my feet are already protesting.

He holds my hand on the way. It’s sweet and romantic, but I’m not plagued with the misconception that this budding relationship is either of those things.

We enter and I’m confounded by the differences in our suites. His is much roomier with a kitchen and dining area. There are a lot of doors so I’m guessing he has more than one bedroom. “Hot damn! Is this the presidential suite?”

“Maybe.”

I go to the sheer drapes in front of his windows to see what kind of view he has. I find French doors leading out onto a balcony facing a beach. No surprise there. “Nude or prude view?”

“Prude.”

“Awe. That’s too bad.”

“Not really. It enabled me to watch you today.”

I should be a little disturbed to learn that. But I’m not. “You didn’t spy for long; you showed up about thirty minutes after I arrived.”

“Because I didn’t want to see you from a distance.”

He says things like that, and I’m further confused about what is happening between us. “You could be with any woman of your choosing at this resort, yet you’re with the one and only non-hedonist at a hedonism resort. Why?”

“I was intrigued by you from the moment you sat at my table.” I’m reminded of the conversation I had with Meredith and Grayson this morning at breakfast.

I won’t be anyone’s challenge to conquer.

“Is that code for seeing me as a conquest? Someone you want to seduce into your world of hedonism?”

“No. It means I like you and enjoy our conversations.”

A roguish grin spreads beneath his stubble as he approaches. When he reaches me, his hands go to my hips and pull me close. His mouth hovers over mine, his warm breath teasing my lips. “Perhaps you’re the one trying to seduce me into your vanilla world.”

Hands cup beneath my ass and I’m lifted so my legs are wrapped around him. I hold on tightly around his shoulders as he carries me to the sofa. He falls back onto the couch, and I’m straddling him again. Good. It means I’m the one in control.

He places a hand on each side of my face and gazes into my eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

The expression I see there tells me everything I need to know. This man, despite his usual preferences, wants the vanilla me just as I am.

I squeeze him tightly, pressing my body hard against his. I rotate my hips in a circular motion against his hard cock pressing into my crotch. I reach between us to slip my hand into his trousers, but he flips us over so I’m on my back. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me be in charge for long.

His hand disappears beneath my dress and navigates its way down the front of my black lace panties. Looks like I was wrong in believing we came here to finish what I started. Seems we’re starting over from the beginning. No complaints here. He can use those magic fingers to touch me any time he wants.

I spread my legs wide, giving him full access to my body. My breathing has turned to panting as I anticipate what he’s going to do next.

He slides a finger down through my slick center and back up once in a slow, torturous stroke. My clit is barely grazed. I strongly suspect that is purposefully done. But I like it. I’m desperate for more so I move my hips against his fingers.

“I want you to be mine this week. No one else’s.”

He’s stroking me faster. It feels so good I can hardly register the words I hear. So I say nothing.

“Answer me, Peach.”

“Hmm?” It comes out as a delicate whimper between breaths.

His finger finds my erogenous switch. I jolt from the surprise of its sensitivity as he rubs it in a circular motion. My back bows as my legs part even farther.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Say you’ll be mine.”

No way I can agree to anything while he’s doing this. “I can’t think straight right now.”

He stops the circular pleasure and his fingers retreat. “This stops until I get an answer.”

He’s just being irrational. “This is coercion.”

“Use any term you like. I call it utilizing whatever means necessary to get what I want. And that, my beautiful peach, is you.”

I grasp his wrist and push his hand back down in my panties. “Don’t stop.”

He strokes my clit a few times before coming to a standstill again. “Give me the answer I want, and I’ll keep going.”

I can say yes now and back out later if I change my mind. But seriously, who would want to renege on this for the next week?

“Yes.”

“Yes to what?”

I’m squeezing his wrist. Hard. “I’ll be yours this week.”

And just like that, I bend to his will. Fuck.

“You’ve pleased me, Peach. Now, I’m going to please you.”

Beau moves to his knees and pushes my dress above my hips before grasping the sides of my panties and dragging them down my legs. He presses his lips to my inner thigh and places a kiss against my scalding skin. “I treat everything belonging to me with great care.”

I shouldn’t like hearing him refer to me as his possession. But I do.

He trails kisses up my inner thighs. “We’ll have eight nights of this. Do you think you can handle all the orgasms I’m going to give you?”

I don’t know. I could very well lose my mind after this one, but I damn sure want to give it a try. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Love that attitude, Peach.”

He places his tongue flat against my center and swipes upward in slow motion until he finds my clit.

“Tastes.”
Lick.

“So.”
Suck.

“Fucking.”
Bite – oh, hell.

“Good.”

He then uses the tip to lick me in a circular movement. A moment later he spices things up by going side to side as his fingers simultaneously thrust in and out.

He has a magic tongue to accompany those magic fingers. I wonder if he has a magic cock too. I plan on finding out.

The initial, tingly sensations of an orgasm make their presence known. I simultaneously want to suppress them so this can last longer while I pine for the earth-shattering flutters I’m certain will curl my toes.
Again.

The decision isn’t mine. Beau is the one in control. And he’s holding nothing back.

I push my fingers into his hair and fist the top while I squirm beneath his grip. Some form of garbled sound escapes my mouth when the rhythmic flutters in my pelvis begin. Beau sucks my clit hard and slows the movement of his fingers. His movements are methodical. Deliberate. And all about bringing me pleasure.

I’m utterly spent and boneless when the rhythmic contractions cease.

Beau crawls up my body until we’re face to face. I’m so dazed I have to blink several times to focus on his face. And those eyes. My God, those big, beautiful hazel eyes have the ability to hypnotize me.

He rubs my lip with his thumb before leaning down for a kiss. I smell me on his breath. It’s weird. Not something I’m used to. “You won’t regret saying yes. I’m going to give you the best week of your life, Peach.”

I reach up and run my fingertips along his stubbly chin. My confidence is at an all-time high. I feel brave. “Maybe it’s me who will give you the best week of your life.”

I kiss him quickly before cueing him to flip with me so I’m back on top. I kiss the spot below his earlobe and whisper, “My turn to please you.”

“Fuck, yeah. I’m up for that.” Yes, he is.

I move to straddle him. He tugs the shoulder of my dress down and covers my nipple with his mouth. He sucks air in through his teeth when I grind against him. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

“Then do.” I don’t reach into his trousers this time. I yank the button open and lower the zipper. I push the front of his underwear down so he’s freed.

He growls beneath his breath. “I told you I wouldn’t fuck you tonight.”

He’s torn about keeping his word. That says a lot about his character but I’m not looking for integrity right now. “You did, but you also said you’d make me want you to. And I do. Desperately. That has to count for something.”

He grasps both sides of my face and pulls me close so we’re eye to eye. “But you’re still not sure about me.”

“I agreed to give myself to you while we’re at this resort. I don’t think I’d have done that if I wasn’t positive about what I want.” Beauregard Emerson. He’s what I want, and I plan to have him, starting now.

I fist his cock and stroke up and down. “My hand might feel pretty good but being inside me will be so much better. Tighter. Wetter. Deeper.”

“Fuck, I can’t wait until tomorrow,” he growls.

He loops one arm around my waist, and I hang on to him as he thrusts upward to retrieve his wallet from his back pocket. When he lowers us to the sofa again, he releases my waist and leans back. He takes the square package out and tears it open with his teeth. One fluid motion and he’s sheathed in latex. Dude is fast.

He thrusts upward again to rid himself completely of his pants and underwear. He’s still wearing a linen button-down but not for long. I start at the top and work my way down. “Every button you undo brings me closer to coming undone.”

“I can’t wait to watch you come undone.”

I push his shirt from his shoulders when I’m finished and toss it to his growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Beau Emerson is all man. And all naked beneath me. I can’t resist my urge to reach out and touch his muscular chest. Flat stomach.

God, he’s beautiful.

He grasps the bottom of my dress and pushes upward. “This is coming off. I’m dying to see you naked again.”