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was just pretending to think she looked familiar. But if so, she didn't mind at all. "Likewise," she offered up flirtatiously, taking a sip of her drink and wondering if her nipples were visible through the thin black fabric.
"You parasail?" he asked.
She glanced past him to the big, colorful parachute-type thing currently floating across the sky out over the ocean, being pulled by a boat. "Um, I never have."
Seeing her look, he pointed to the boat. "I own that boat and two more. I run the parasail operation here on the beach." That explained the logo on his shirt, Sky Pirate, and she couldn't help thinking the whole pirate image suited him well. "You should come
parasail. I won't even charge you."
She raised her eyebrows. "Why not?"
He gave her a wink. "Consider it one of the perks of being hot. I'll have guys lined up a mile behind you, wanting a ride."
Hmm. The truth was, despite liking his flirtation—a lot— parasailing didn't sound like
such a great idea. It would probably make her nervous, and she didn't want to be nervous in front of this guy. But that very knowledge reminded her again—Be bold. Be the new, bold, aggressive you. "I'll consider it," she said, "but'... where's the part about wanting to know me better?"
A sensual smile unfurled on her beach pirate's face. "Well, when you put it like that, screw parasailing. What do you have in mind, pretty lady?"
And that was when the question hit her hard: Could I fuck another guy on this trip?
Could I be that brazen? Could I possibly have sex with more than one stranger in just a couple of days?
Before she could answer, thought—him or herself—he tilted his head the other way, eyes
narrowing. "Wait. I think I know where I saw you. Hot, orange dress? Piano bar?"
Oh boy. She lowered her chin a bit flirtatiously, wondering exactly what he'd seen.
"Guilty as charged, officer."
He chuckled slightly, then pointed a finger at her, shaking it slightly as he kept deducing more. “You were hanging with my buddy Brandon last night."
Holy crap. She remembered him now, too. He'd been one of a group of guys near the
downstairs bar the very first time she'd spotted Brandon. His hair had been down then, so he'd looked different.
"You're a friend of Brandon's, huh?" Stunned, she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Since college," he replied, nodding, and she felt oddly as if she'd been caught at something—but the beach pirate didn't look remotely bothered by the coincidence.
"Trying to steal my beach bunny, Faber?"
Wendy flinched at the sound of Brandon's deep voice, then turned her head to see him
approaching from the other side of the umbrella. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of her handsome lover in only a pair of stylish navy blue trunks with a white design running down the outside of each leg. It was really him! He had found her! Their hedonism wasn't over!
She caught her breath and tried to appear cool, acting playfully affronted. "Beach bunny?"
Brandon looked her over from head to toe, making her breasts ache and the juncture of
her thighs feel heavy. "If the bikini fits, honey. And the bikini definitely fits."
Her whole body warmed, and she decided she didn't mind the moniker at all. In fact, it fit quite well with her little game here. "Honey? Shouldn't that be bunny?"
Both guys laughed, and Wendy thoroughly enjoyed feeling like the center of their
attention. Who'd have imagined? Her, flirting with two hunky beach guys!
"So, I see you two have met," Brandon said.
"Well, not formally," Wendy pointed out. "We were just figuring out that we... uh, had you in common."
Brandon's slightly possessive smile moved all through her, reminding her anew of all the crazed heat they'd shared last night. "Let me do the honors," he said then. "Pete Faber, this is Wendy..."
Even when Brandon hesitated, she didn't offer up her last name. Just closed it off by
switching her glance to Pirate Pete to hold out her hand. "Nice to meet you,
"You parasail?" he asked.
She glanced past him to the big, colorful parachute-type thing currently floating across the sky out over the ocean, being pulled by a boat. "Um, I never have."
Seeing her look, he pointed to the boat. "I own that boat and two more. I run the parasail operation here on the beach." That explained the logo on his shirt, Sky Pirate, and she couldn't help thinking the whole pirate image suited him well. "You should come
parasail. I won't even charge you."
She raised her eyebrows. "Why not?"
He gave her a wink. "Consider it one of the perks of being hot. I'll have guys lined up a mile behind you, wanting a ride."
Hmm. The truth was, despite liking his flirtation—a lot— parasailing didn't sound like
such a great idea. It would probably make her nervous, and she didn't want to be nervous in front of this guy. But that very knowledge reminded her again—Be bold. Be the new, bold, aggressive you. "I'll consider it," she said, "but'... where's the part about wanting to know me better?"
A sensual smile unfurled on her beach pirate's face. "Well, when you put it like that, screw parasailing. What do you have in mind, pretty lady?"
And that was when the question hit her hard: Could I fuck another guy on this trip?
Could I be that brazen? Could I possibly have sex with more than one stranger in just a couple of days?
Before she could answer, thought—him or herself—he tilted his head the other way, eyes
narrowing. "Wait. I think I know where I saw you. Hot, orange dress? Piano bar?"
Oh boy. She lowered her chin a bit flirtatiously, wondering exactly what he'd seen.
"Guilty as charged, officer."
He chuckled slightly, then pointed a finger at her, shaking it slightly as he kept deducing more. “You were hanging with my buddy Brandon last night."
Holy crap. She remembered him now, too. He'd been one of a group of guys near the
downstairs bar the very first time she'd spotted Brandon. His hair had been down then, so he'd looked different.
"You're a friend of Brandon's, huh?" Stunned, she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Since college," he replied, nodding, and she felt oddly as if she'd been caught at something—but the beach pirate didn't look remotely bothered by the coincidence.
"Trying to steal my beach bunny, Faber?"
Wendy flinched at the sound of Brandon's deep voice, then turned her head to see him
approaching from the other side of the umbrella. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of her handsome lover in only a pair of stylish navy blue trunks with a white design running down the outside of each leg. It was really him! He had found her! Their hedonism wasn't over!
She caught her breath and tried to appear cool, acting playfully affronted. "Beach bunny?"
Brandon looked her over from head to toe, making her breasts ache and the juncture of
her thighs feel heavy. "If the bikini fits, honey. And the bikini definitely fits."
Her whole body warmed, and she decided she didn't mind the moniker at all. In fact, it fit quite well with her little game here. "Honey? Shouldn't that be bunny?"
Both guys laughed, and Wendy thoroughly enjoyed feeling like the center of their
attention. Who'd have imagined? Her, flirting with two hunky beach guys!
"So, I see you two have met," Brandon said.
"Well, not formally," Wendy pointed out. "We were just figuring out that we... uh, had you in common."
Brandon's slightly possessive smile moved all through her, reminding her anew of all the crazed heat they'd shared last night. "Let me do the honors," he said then. "Pete Faber, this is Wendy..."
Even when Brandon hesitated, she didn't offer up her last name. Just closed it off by
switching her glance to Pirate Pete to hold out her hand. "Nice to meet you,
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