T is for Temptation

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Author: Jianne Carlo
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of a single hint of warmth. A swift survey revealed not a person in sight, and, on the left, Jake spotted a sign for the men’s lockers.
    While changing, he realigned his strategies with this new Tee opportunity. A quick mental rundown didn’t result in any definite ideas, but, with the briefest hesitation, Jake decided to go for it, get inside her as often as she’d let him, starting today.
    After stowing the carry-on in a locker and pocketing the key, he strode to the still-empty lobby and rocked on his heels. Thrown into a sudden chaotic eruption of fierce lust by the thought of Tee in a bikini, graphic fantasies blurred his vision.
    Low-rise?
    Halter top?
    Thong?
    He closed his eyes and prayed.
    Images burned his pupils: little triangles covering pert nipples, wide expanses of bare flesh, those long legs curving into slim hips, her saucy rump so meant for a man’s palms, his palms. A thin coat of moisture coated them, and they itched with intent.
    “You’re ready.”
    Her words and a waft of rosy perfume broke his train of thought. Lids flickering up, he concentrated on taming the rampant erection scraping against his denim shorts.
    “Good. Nice bathing suit. Do all Americans sport red, white, and blue clothing?”
    Caught off guard, Jake checked his attire, having pulled on the first pair of shorts he’d found. Sure enough, it was something left over from a Fourth of July sale. An internal groan shuddered through him, and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment until he caught her checking out his rear, those amazing amber eyes sliding a notch to the side. When her face flamed, all awkwardness dissipated.
    A staggering macho arrogance drove his movements. Jake leaned in, cupped the back of Tee’s head with his palm, swirled his fingers in her silken hair, dipped his mouth, and tasted her honey.
    Home, he’d found home.
    Tasting Tee consumed every rational thought, focused all his devouring urges, and he drowned in her sugar, an addict’s fix, a junkie’s craving.
    “Well, well. Tallulah Inglefield.”
    The loud, derisive bark penetrated Jake’s foggy brain, and he lifted his head with great reluctance.
    “Not quite the ice princess you like to pretend. Wait till the others hear about this!”
    A surgically enhanced buxom female, clad in a thong-style bathing suit and a nipple-bearing top, silhouetted the club’s doorway. Jake gritted his teeth, recognizing the female as one Graziella Leandro, Tony’s sometime paramour.
    Timing proved everything in life.
    “Jake Mathews. Words fail me. Mister high-and-mighty moral know-it-all. I wish Tony was alive to see this.”
    The blonde sneered and waved red-taloned fingers in a disdainful, accusing gesture at their intimate embrace.
    When Tee tried to turn around, Jake tightened his arms and whispered for her ears only, “Don’t. Let me handle it. Okay?”
    He raked the bimbo from head to toe and said, “If you know what’s good for you, Graziella, you’ll keep your trap shut. One word, one word, about Tee, and you’ll have to deal with me. I can make things very uncomfortable for you.”
    The threat made Tee stiffen, and he felt her shudder, and knew he’d have a helluva a time explaining his remark. But, he didn’t allow her a fraction of movement, kept her plastered to him, and relished every second of the intimate contact.
    The bimbo snorted, did an about-face, and vanished.
    Tee shoved her palms against his chest.
    “How do you know her?”
    “I’ll explain later. Is the boat in the water?” He took a step back. “Are we ready?”
    “Yes,” she replied and shot him a speculative look. “This way.”
    Dead quiet commanded their every interaction until they’d been travelling in the luxurious fishing cruiser for twenty minutes. Every second clocking by drew out the explosive sexual strain hovering between them, sluicing away the splendor of the navy Caribbean Sea, Trinidad’s rugged coastline, and the remarkable scenery flying past. Tee commanded

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