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Authors: Lynn Raye Harris, Elle Kennedy, Anne Marsh, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Jennifer Lowery, Cora Seton, Elle James, S.M. Butler, Zoe York, Kimberley Troutte
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kisses?” he nipped at her skin. “You’re so easy all of a sudden. I don’t know what to do with that.”
“Because of your stubble, you wild man.”
“Feels good?”
She breathed in deeply. “So good.”
“You deserve it.”
She turned to straddle him and pressed her index finger against his lips, shushing him. “You deserve to feel good, too.”
He rolled back onto the platform, carrying her with him. They tumbled until she was flat on her back and Vince loomed over her, filthy intentions clearly written all over his face. “Then we’re in agreement on the next team building exercise.”
Chapter Eight
‡
T hey’d spent the night in the cabin, and after a Larken special—protein bar and pineapple juice—for breakfast, they headed down to the beach to watch the sunrise.
As pink sky faded to a brighter yellow, they waded into the ocean together, hand in hand. After a long, exhausting, wonderful swim together, Larken discovered that beach sex was extra-sandy and only half as romantic as she expected, but then Vince carried her into the ocean again to wash off, and that tipped the scales back to sweet.
By the time Jackson arrived to pick them up, though, she was ready for a shower. And her bed—with company.
“Are you thinking about the fact we didn’t find any buried treasure?” Vince whispered in her ear.
She rolled her eyes. “We didn’t look for any.”
“Right. You kept distracting me with your breasts.”
“No. There is no treasure.” She stared at Jackson’s back. Could he hear them?
“Next time we can actually look.”
“I’m going to throw you off the boat.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he murmured, laughing at her under his breath.
“I could flip you,” she said hotly.
“I’d have you flat on your back in the bottom of the boat before you knew what hit you.”
Her nipples perked up at the idea of being pinned down. Turnabout was fair play. “Actually, I was thinking about a hot, steamy shower. We could squeeze into my bathroom together, or there’s an outdoor shower behind my cottage. It’s got this great wide bench. I bet if I kneel on it, I’ll be at exactly the right height for you to—”
He cut her off at the same as he shifted in his seat. “You haven’t had enough of the outdoors?”
She gave a not-so-subtle look at his erection and slowly shook her head.
“I’m a lucky bastard, then,” he grinned, sending tingles up and down her spine as he slanted his mouth against hers.
But when they docked, Rik was waiting.
He’d given her twenty-four hours alone with Vince. Now there was work to be done. They showered quickly and separately, then dressed in clean clothes and met the group back at the main house. Vince held her hand most of the way down the path, and it surprised her how much she liked that little bit of contact.
As long as they didn’t go too fast or push each other too far, this might just work out.
Over a working lunch, they briefed Vince on their last two missions and gave him a high-level overview of their security clients—in addition to the occasional high-stakes rescue, Trent and Jackson needed something to keep them busy, and rich people paid a lot of money for handsome, muscled men to install custom security systems. They outsourced the more generic bodyguard duties to larger organizations that specialized in that sort of thing.
Neither man wanted to be seen carrying Jennifer Lawrence’s puppy in and out of New York department stores.
“I can help with that work as well,” Vince said gruffly, rocking back in his chair. “I’m going to be traveling back and forth to the mainland for my family responsibilities, might as well put the travel to good use.”
“Larken, can you give an update on the training facility?” It was mostly a recap, although Jackson and Trent had been gone for most of the two weeks prior to Vince’s arrival, so she caught them up to speed, too. Her plan was to offer their clients a
“Because of your stubble, you wild man.”
“Feels good?”
She breathed in deeply. “So good.”
“You deserve it.”
She turned to straddle him and pressed her index finger against his lips, shushing him. “You deserve to feel good, too.”
He rolled back onto the platform, carrying her with him. They tumbled until she was flat on her back and Vince loomed over her, filthy intentions clearly written all over his face. “Then we’re in agreement on the next team building exercise.”
Chapter Eight
‡
T hey’d spent the night in the cabin, and after a Larken special—protein bar and pineapple juice—for breakfast, they headed down to the beach to watch the sunrise.
As pink sky faded to a brighter yellow, they waded into the ocean together, hand in hand. After a long, exhausting, wonderful swim together, Larken discovered that beach sex was extra-sandy and only half as romantic as she expected, but then Vince carried her into the ocean again to wash off, and that tipped the scales back to sweet.
By the time Jackson arrived to pick them up, though, she was ready for a shower. And her bed—with company.
“Are you thinking about the fact we didn’t find any buried treasure?” Vince whispered in her ear.
She rolled her eyes. “We didn’t look for any.”
“Right. You kept distracting me with your breasts.”
“No. There is no treasure.” She stared at Jackson’s back. Could he hear them?
“Next time we can actually look.”
“I’m going to throw you off the boat.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he murmured, laughing at her under his breath.
“I could flip you,” she said hotly.
“I’d have you flat on your back in the bottom of the boat before you knew what hit you.”
Her nipples perked up at the idea of being pinned down. Turnabout was fair play. “Actually, I was thinking about a hot, steamy shower. We could squeeze into my bathroom together, or there’s an outdoor shower behind my cottage. It’s got this great wide bench. I bet if I kneel on it, I’ll be at exactly the right height for you to—”
He cut her off at the same as he shifted in his seat. “You haven’t had enough of the outdoors?”
She gave a not-so-subtle look at his erection and slowly shook her head.
“I’m a lucky bastard, then,” he grinned, sending tingles up and down her spine as he slanted his mouth against hers.
But when they docked, Rik was waiting.
He’d given her twenty-four hours alone with Vince. Now there was work to be done. They showered quickly and separately, then dressed in clean clothes and met the group back at the main house. Vince held her hand most of the way down the path, and it surprised her how much she liked that little bit of contact.
As long as they didn’t go too fast or push each other too far, this might just work out.
Over a working lunch, they briefed Vince on their last two missions and gave him a high-level overview of their security clients—in addition to the occasional high-stakes rescue, Trent and Jackson needed something to keep them busy, and rich people paid a lot of money for handsome, muscled men to install custom security systems. They outsourced the more generic bodyguard duties to larger organizations that specialized in that sort of thing.
Neither man wanted to be seen carrying Jennifer Lawrence’s puppy in and out of New York department stores.
“I can help with that work as well,” Vince said gruffly, rocking back in his chair. “I’m going to be traveling back and forth to the mainland for my family responsibilities, might as well put the travel to good use.”
“Larken, can you give an update on the training facility?” It was mostly a recap, although Jackson and Trent had been gone for most of the two weeks prior to Vince’s arrival, so she caught them up to speed, too. Her plan was to offer their clients a
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