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whatnot.”
Sinclair nodded, but wondered about the guilt that briefly shone on his face. He wouldn’t even look at her as he continued to talk and fiddle with the eggs on his plate.
“Once I found out what it was, I dug a little more.”
“Have you ever been to a place like this?” she asked.
He nodded once, then stuffed eggs in his mouth.
“Really? How many?”
He chewed briefly and stared out over the water.
“Marcus,” she coaxed. “I’m not jealous, I’m just curious. Are places like this how you got into the whole Dom thing?”
“The Dom thing?” he repeated with a grin.
“Well, I mean, face it. That’s what you are,” she replied dryly.
Marcus’s grin widened. “No. I came here after I got into it.”
Sinclair nodded, but it took her a second to realize he’d said here . She looked up at him and frowned. “Did you just say here ?”
“Did I?” Marcus asked, then shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, sorry.”
Sinclair’s frown deepened. “Marcus, have you been here before?”
With a sigh, Marcus pushed his food around his plate before answering. “Yes,” he finally said. “It was my visit here that prompted the boss to buy the place.”
“You son of a bitch. You knew what we were flying into and didn’t say anything?” She scowled as another idea came to her. “Were you behind the room mix up?”
Marcus cringed and Sinclair’s anger rose. “Yeah,” he replied, not looking at her.
“I don’t believe you,” she snapped and stood to head back into the cabin.
The jerk had played her, plain and simple. She couldn’t believe he’d done that and part of her felt a little betrayed. A whole lot more of her felt angry.
Marcus grasped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap were she landed with a frustrated oomph. “I told you, I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he said. She wouldn’t look at him so he gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “I saw this as my chance. Granted, it may not have been the most … honest way to do it, but … I wanted you, Sinclair, and I wouldn’t change what I did because it got us together.”
“Why didn’t you just say something?” she asked in exasperation.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he let her chin go. “Maybe I thought I needed all the help I could get.”
Sinclair snorted.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked.
She sighed and glanced out at the ocean with pursed lips. “Fine. I suppose.”
Marcus laughed and she turned to glare at him. She was still pissed. Surely, he could see it in her eyes.
“I still can’t believe you did that,” she said softly.
His smile faded somewhat as that guilty look returned to his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Why did she have a feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole truth?
His gaze dropped to her breasts and she felt her nipples tighten. All it took was a look to set her blood ablaze even when she was angry with him. Would something this strong last? Or would it fade with time?
He lifted his hand, slid it into the open part of her robe and gently cupped her breast. She sighed and lifted her arms around his neck, completely forgetting they were on the deck, in wide view of anyone passing by on the beach. Her anger faded, replaced by a rising desire she couldn’t deny even if she wanted to.
His hand slid lower and untied the belt of her robe, letting the material fall open to expose her naked body beneath.
“Spread your legs for me,” he murmured in her ear and she did.
Despite her anger at him, she still wanted to do as he commanded. It was as though she couldn’t deny him anything, even her body.
He dipped his hand, settling it over her aching mound. Sinclair whimpered as his fingers slowly separated her labia and began to spread the cream that leaked from her opening. He dipped one finger inside her channel and she moaned as he pressed it deep.
“Mmm, nice,” he purred against her mouth.
Her lips parted in anticipation of his kiss, but it
Sinclair nodded, but wondered about the guilt that briefly shone on his face. He wouldn’t even look at her as he continued to talk and fiddle with the eggs on his plate.
“Once I found out what it was, I dug a little more.”
“Have you ever been to a place like this?” she asked.
He nodded once, then stuffed eggs in his mouth.
“Really? How many?”
He chewed briefly and stared out over the water.
“Marcus,” she coaxed. “I’m not jealous, I’m just curious. Are places like this how you got into the whole Dom thing?”
“The Dom thing?” he repeated with a grin.
“Well, I mean, face it. That’s what you are,” she replied dryly.
Marcus’s grin widened. “No. I came here after I got into it.”
Sinclair nodded, but it took her a second to realize he’d said here . She looked up at him and frowned. “Did you just say here ?”
“Did I?” Marcus asked, then shook his head. “That’s not what I meant, sorry.”
Sinclair’s frown deepened. “Marcus, have you been here before?”
With a sigh, Marcus pushed his food around his plate before answering. “Yes,” he finally said. “It was my visit here that prompted the boss to buy the place.”
“You son of a bitch. You knew what we were flying into and didn’t say anything?” She scowled as another idea came to her. “Were you behind the room mix up?”
Marcus cringed and Sinclair’s anger rose. “Yeah,” he replied, not looking at her.
“I don’t believe you,” she snapped and stood to head back into the cabin.
The jerk had played her, plain and simple. She couldn’t believe he’d done that and part of her felt a little betrayed. A whole lot more of her felt angry.
Marcus grasped her wrist and pulled her onto his lap were she landed with a frustrated oomph. “I told you, I’ve wanted you for a while now,” he said. She wouldn’t look at him so he gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “I saw this as my chance. Granted, it may not have been the most … honest way to do it, but … I wanted you, Sinclair, and I wouldn’t change what I did because it got us together.”
“Why didn’t you just say something?” she asked in exasperation.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged as he let her chin go. “Maybe I thought I needed all the help I could get.”
Sinclair snorted.
“Am I forgiven?” he asked.
She sighed and glanced out at the ocean with pursed lips. “Fine. I suppose.”
Marcus laughed and she turned to glare at him. She was still pissed. Surely, he could see it in her eyes.
“I still can’t believe you did that,” she said softly.
His smile faded somewhat as that guilty look returned to his gaze before it quickly disappeared. Why did she have a feeling he wasn’t telling her the whole truth?
His gaze dropped to her breasts and she felt her nipples tighten. All it took was a look to set her blood ablaze even when she was angry with him. Would something this strong last? Or would it fade with time?
He lifted his hand, slid it into the open part of her robe and gently cupped her breast. She sighed and lifted her arms around his neck, completely forgetting they were on the deck, in wide view of anyone passing by on the beach. Her anger faded, replaced by a rising desire she couldn’t deny even if she wanted to.
His hand slid lower and untied the belt of her robe, letting the material fall open to expose her naked body beneath.
“Spread your legs for me,” he murmured in her ear and she did.
Despite her anger at him, she still wanted to do as he commanded. It was as though she couldn’t deny him anything, even her body.
He dipped his hand, settling it over her aching mound. Sinclair whimpered as his fingers slowly separated her labia and began to spread the cream that leaked from her opening. He dipped one finger inside her channel and she moaned as he pressed it deep.
“Mmm, nice,” he purred against her mouth.
Her lips parted in anticipation of his kiss, but it
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