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Authors: Suzanne Halliday
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away and taking off in a fast-paced run.
He caught up to her in no time. For a brief second, he thought about kissing her but changed his mind at the last second, dipped his shoulder and easily hoisted the delicious Ms. Samantha Evers over his shoulder.
“Hold still,” he growled with playful aggravation.
“Put me down, you, you . . . bully!”
“No,” he drawled and then gave her butt a half-serious swat. “Now, be still or I’ll drop you.” To make his point, he pretended to lose his grip and let her think she was about to tumble onto the sand.
He felt like King Kong stomping along the sandy beach with a beautiful struggling captive bouncing on his shoulder.
She quietly cursed him, questioning his manhood and parentage, and all he did was grin. When they were finally at the end of the walkway that led from the beach to the assemblage of thatched huts above the unique Koi pond, where Andi and Kyle waited, he gently placed her on her feet and flashed a brilliant smile.
She was getting ready to rip into him when Ryan casually knelt and picked up one of her feet. Throwing her off balance, Samantha immediately reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder as he cleaned off all the sand before sliding her foot into the strappy shoe.
There was a lot of heavy breathing from both of them when he was finished, and she was shifting restlessly in her sexy-as-fuck heels.
Pushing her hair behind an ear, he saw her chewing on a lip and found the lines between her brows as she scowled adorable as hell.
Surprising them both, he tapped a finger on the frown lines and then ran it down the side of her face.
“I’m extremely glad we met, Ms. Evers.”
Her look was excited. Confused. Worried.
He wasn’t sure who was more shocked when she blurted a reply.
“I don’t do wedding guest sex.”
His reaction was instant.
“Good. Neither do I.”
They returned to their table to find Kyle looking like the cat peed in his best golf shoes as three pareo-clad Polynesian pin-ups dudes gathered around Andi and serenaded her with some cheesy song Ryan didn’t recognize.
“Oh, jeez.” Samantha chuckled. “Poor Kyle.”
Ryan chuckled too. “Think I should go rescue him?”
“Rescue?” she hooted with genuine amusement. “Darlin’,” she quipped in a heavy Southern gal twang, “that man needs an intervention before he goes ballistic and someone gets castrated.”
Her dazzling smile and obvious delight with the comedy playing out in front of them acted like a lubricant as the unexpected pleasure that was Ms. Samantha Evers slid with ease into his heart.
The memory faded, and Ryan came back to the present moment as the sound of a thundering wave jolted him.
Still holding his cock, he grimaced when the damn thing throbbed.
Ordinarily, he didn’t go around having conversations with his dick. Or his balls. Mostly, the pair stayed silent. But not this morning.
“Don’t even think about it, man. We’re not interested in your tired-ass hand. We want Sam. Understood?”
Fuck.
Shit.
Goddammit.
When he stood up, his groin was so heavy and inflamed that he replayed the whole King Kong scenario during his lumbering walk to the shower. No joke—he felt like a huge movie-imagined ape with an erection so fearsome he doubled over.
Great way to start the morning.
S am was cleverly hidden behind a grouping of potted palms as she secretly scanned the walkways by the pool waiting for Ryan to meet her for breakfast. The pounding of her heart gave away the giddy excitement she was trying to disguise.
True, the guy was incredibly good-looking, and that might have been enough to pique her interest, but what threw her into a free-falling swoon for real, was the man on the inside. The man who stood when she came back from the restroom. The man who adorably teased her until she was left speechless. The man who knelt at her feet and did the most amazing Prince Charming thing ever when he deftly slid her shoes on after their
He caught up to her in no time. For a brief second, he thought about kissing her but changed his mind at the last second, dipped his shoulder and easily hoisted the delicious Ms. Samantha Evers over his shoulder.
“Hold still,” he growled with playful aggravation.
“Put me down, you, you . . . bully!”
“No,” he drawled and then gave her butt a half-serious swat. “Now, be still or I’ll drop you.” To make his point, he pretended to lose his grip and let her think she was about to tumble onto the sand.
He felt like King Kong stomping along the sandy beach with a beautiful struggling captive bouncing on his shoulder.
She quietly cursed him, questioning his manhood and parentage, and all he did was grin. When they were finally at the end of the walkway that led from the beach to the assemblage of thatched huts above the unique Koi pond, where Andi and Kyle waited, he gently placed her on her feet and flashed a brilliant smile.
She was getting ready to rip into him when Ryan casually knelt and picked up one of her feet. Throwing her off balance, Samantha immediately reached out and rested her hand on his shoulder as he cleaned off all the sand before sliding her foot into the strappy shoe.
There was a lot of heavy breathing from both of them when he was finished, and she was shifting restlessly in her sexy-as-fuck heels.
Pushing her hair behind an ear, he saw her chewing on a lip and found the lines between her brows as she scowled adorable as hell.
Surprising them both, he tapped a finger on the frown lines and then ran it down the side of her face.
“I’m extremely glad we met, Ms. Evers.”
Her look was excited. Confused. Worried.
He wasn’t sure who was more shocked when she blurted a reply.
“I don’t do wedding guest sex.”
His reaction was instant.
“Good. Neither do I.”
They returned to their table to find Kyle looking like the cat peed in his best golf shoes as three pareo-clad Polynesian pin-ups dudes gathered around Andi and serenaded her with some cheesy song Ryan didn’t recognize.
“Oh, jeez.” Samantha chuckled. “Poor Kyle.”
Ryan chuckled too. “Think I should go rescue him?”
“Rescue?” she hooted with genuine amusement. “Darlin’,” she quipped in a heavy Southern gal twang, “that man needs an intervention before he goes ballistic and someone gets castrated.”
Her dazzling smile and obvious delight with the comedy playing out in front of them acted like a lubricant as the unexpected pleasure that was Ms. Samantha Evers slid with ease into his heart.
The memory faded, and Ryan came back to the present moment as the sound of a thundering wave jolted him.
Still holding his cock, he grimaced when the damn thing throbbed.
Ordinarily, he didn’t go around having conversations with his dick. Or his balls. Mostly, the pair stayed silent. But not this morning.
“Don’t even think about it, man. We’re not interested in your tired-ass hand. We want Sam. Understood?”
Fuck.
Shit.
Goddammit.
When he stood up, his groin was so heavy and inflamed that he replayed the whole King Kong scenario during his lumbering walk to the shower. No joke—he felt like a huge movie-imagined ape with an erection so fearsome he doubled over.
Great way to start the morning.
S am was cleverly hidden behind a grouping of potted palms as she secretly scanned the walkways by the pool waiting for Ryan to meet her for breakfast. The pounding of her heart gave away the giddy excitement she was trying to disguise.
True, the guy was incredibly good-looking, and that might have been enough to pique her interest, but what threw her into a free-falling swoon for real, was the man on the inside. The man who stood when she came back from the restroom. The man who adorably teased her until she was left speechless. The man who knelt at her feet and did the most amazing Prince Charming thing ever when he deftly slid her shoes on after their
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