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  “When I approached Good Girl,” I tell him, “she said she was waiting for me. One of the men at the feast said she wouldn’t let another man touch her. So, if Good Girl is Ella... She came for me, Rex. Not for you.”

  Rex considers me with contempt in his eyes. Of course. I recognize the look immediately—a look I’ve seen many times but never expected to see from him. He wants to spar for the girl.

  I shake my head at him, knowing that it won’t do anything but ruin our relationship here, the business with it. She wants me and me alone. I’m sure of that. I see her fevered working on my staff with new eyes now. That was why she insisted that I fuck the woman from my office when I return.

  Because she doesn’t want it to end.

  “Naturally, you think that,” Rex says, shaking his head. “You always assume that women want to be with you first.”

  “They do,” I promise him. I’m not a fool. Anyone could sense it.

  “Yeah, well, not Ella.” Rex stalks through the drapes and out onto the walkway again. “You can’t fake a smile like that. Eyes like that. We’re in masks. She was confused.”

  Damn, poor Rex. He takes care of himself, but his body can’t compare to mine. I’m much broader, much more chiseled, and our jaw structures are different. Our noses are different. There’s no way Ella accidentally fucked me, if she was waiting for Rex all along.

  “Sure,” I say. Whatever. “Listen, Rex... Ella has been my assistant for four months now. She’s... she really is a good girl. I don’t want anything to come between us. Nothing needs to be complicated. If that was Ella—” And, looking back, I see with increasing clarity that it must be her. “—then we will both respectfully decline her, and allow her to enjoy her visit to the island. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do.”

  Rex barks out a laugh. “I’m not a gentleman. She came here for me, Rainier. And I came here for her.”

  “Didn’t you see us on the couch when you came in?” I wonder. “I was balls deep in her. She didn’t come here for you.”

  “She was confused,” Rex reiterates. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

  “Let her cool off. I think you embarrassed her,” I call out, chasing him down on the walkway and circling his shoulders with my arm. “Okay? Tomorrow, we can get it all straightened out, if anything even needs to be said. We’re all adults here. I’m sure there’s an easy solution.”

  “No.” Rex tries to shake my arm but doesn’t exert enough effort and stays under it. Instead, he stops and casts me a miserable, sick look. “I have to talk to her right now. I’m in love with her, Rainier. You wouldn’t get it.”

  I blink. “I guess not,” I say. Love isn’t really my thing, is it? This was just sex. Accidental sex.

  “She’s perfect,” Rex insists. “I am going to find her again before the weekend is over. But—I guess I could let her relax and get some sleep, for now.”

  “That’s kind of you,” I assure him, clapping my hand on his shoulder twice. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. M.”

  “In the A.M., Mr. H.”

  After Rex leaves, I stretch out on my bed and stare at the ceiling, mind percolating with all kinds of things. Ella’s naked, masked body is a fine sheen laid across my every thought. I can’t shake her hourglass figure, that thick, kinky chestnut hair, or her prismatic hazel eyes from my thoughts. Her lips, swollen and succulent from blowing me. Her pussy, sweet and smoky, like salted caramel…

  I came here to get away from her, yet here we are. My dick still smells like her and I pull in a deep breath and release, clenching my jaw. Like some hopeless prick addicted to cigarettes, or anything else that might kill him.

  Ella.

  And she wants me, too… all this time…

  Those tight skirts. The fleeting looks. Bending over my desk and then glancing back at me like she wants a hard spanking. None of it was an accident. I wasn’t being the dirty one; she was. We both were. But I thought it was just me. I thought I was losing my mind with lust… and I was.

  And Rex was the one who invited her here. He’s going hunting for her tomorrow. Possibly quite literally. He has no finesse. He bashes until he breaks through whatever wall is in his way.

  But this time, the wall is me.

  And I’m immovable.

  I know that I shouldn’t, and neither should Rex. It’s against the ironclad company policies, the same policies that we both used to swear by. It jeopardizes the career of a hardworking young girl who didn’t ask for any of this…

  Until tonight.

  Now she’s asking for it.

  And I can’t say no.

  Chapter 8

  Ella

  After Mr. McKenzie—Rex, sorry—burst into Rainier’s villa while I was straddling his lap, spearing myself on him, I shouldn’t be able to sleep. But I have the best damn sleep of my life. It doesn’t even matter that Rainier’s partner saw us together. I peel off my mask and the cool air on my cheeks feels glorious. I melt down onto the bedspread and sleep like a sack of bricks, still nude, full of Rainier’s seed. I don’t even dream. I just sleep.

  In the morning, I let myself take things slow, partially because I’m actually sore from losing my virginity to Rainier last night. At the time, his big cock felt magnificent but now I can tell that I’ve been stretched and worked to full capacity in one night. I wince as I hobble around the villa, bathing and slathering on sunscreen. I find a loose white linen set of pants and a slim white tube top in the closet. Loungewear. Perfect. I get dressed and flow through my morning yoga routine. I completely forget to put my mask back on, but no one knows where my villa is, and I’m confident that no one is going to just barge in here randomly.

  Breathe in, breathe out. Relax.

  I know everything is ruined. Rex recognized me. He’s going to tell Rainier.

  Deep breath. In and out.

  I’m going to be fired, and our exquisite tropical romp will just become a worn page in my spank bank. But I still feel damn fine.

  Breathe in, breathe out.

  I lost my virginity to the best of the best. And no one can take that away from me now.

  In. Out.

  I’m doing a sun salutation pose as a broad-shouldered shadow spills across the white tile floor, and my heart squeezes hard. Shit! I’m not wearing my mask! My mask is still on the bedside table!

  I glance over to the sliding glass door, heart leaping, expecting to find Rainier...

  A masked and nude Rex beams back at me, his dick still gleaming with someone’s pussy juice.

  I wish he were Rainier. In spite of the masks and their similar builds, Rainier is still larger and more chiseled than Rex, and his jaw is stronger. His dick is bigger. Rainier’s eyes are penetrating, and they seem to peel the clothes right off of me. But Rex’s eyes just look hungry and obnoxious. When he looks at me, I get the same kind of urge I feel when I swat away a mosquito. Even masked, definitely not Rainier.

  Rainier is hard and cold but he’s also good and strong. He holds himself to a high standard, and he meets those standards. It’s so hot. But looking at Rex, I don’t feel the same warmth and tenderness kindle.

  Warmth and tenderness. No, forget that I said that. This just happened and he’s just my gorgeous boss. The sex was cathartic and so gratifying, but I’m not in love with him. And he’s definitely not in love with me, either.

  “Rex,” I breathe, knowing that there’s no point at all in pretending that the mask makes a difference. He knew to expect me here. He’s been looking for me. There’s no other way I can explain how he found my exact fucking villa. He must have convinced a valet that he knew me personally and was expected here, since he could give them my real name.

  A slow grin bleeds over Rex’s lips as he crosses the threshold, eyes gleaming on my body. “I knew you’d come,” he purrs.

  “Rex,” I say again. I fold my arms over my plump rack, wishing I was still wearing that constrictive shapewear. At least I got fucking dressed.

  I search for the righ
t words to say, making a soft spluttering sound and shaking my head. I hate being the one to reject someone. Rejection is never pleasant and I like to be pleasant.

  But this has to be done.

  “You saw me with Rainier last night,” I remind him.

  “Yeah, in a mask,” Rex answers, coming closer. “Not like us.” He scoops his mask up into his dark hair, still beaming expectantly at me. He just really believes that I want him, even though I’m sure every smile and every glance I gave him was never more than friendly. “We’re more than that. Hell, you came. That says it all, doesn’t it?”

  “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I should have told you but—but I didn’t tell anyone. Even Rainier.”

  Rex pauses and glowers. “You mean Mr. Howell, don’t you?” he reminds me in a hiss. “He never let you call him by his first name.” He only stands at a distance of a few strides now.

  I purse my lips and nod, feeling small. “Right, Mr. Howell,” I agree. “I... Rex... I’ve had a huge crush on him since the moment we met. I’m really sorry. I came because you told me he liked to come here, too.”

  Rex bites his lower lip and shakes his head, looking at the floor. When he looks back up at me, he says, “What about me?” He steps closer. I take a small step back.

  “I don’t have feelings for you, Rex,” I confess. “I should have said that earlier—there was just never a good time. And you’re kind of one of my bosses.”

  Rex’s eyes bore into mine and he nods slowly. “That’s true,” he agrees softly. “I am one of your bosses. And I know that you just had sex with your other boss. So, there’s two things that can happen now.”

  I swallow. I think I know what my choices will be.

  “You can either... get over here and make things even, or you can be fired.” He takes one long, sudden stride toward me and grips the hair at the nape of my neck. I cringe backward and my knees buckle together. “If you’re so in love with Rainier, you must love following orders. They’re all he ever gives. So, here’s a command for you. Get on your knees, Miss Petit, and suck my cock until I come down your slutty little throat.”

  I whimper and tears crowd up into my eyes. “No,” I say, wishing there was some more security right now. Where is the valet right now?

  “Come on,” Rex grumbles, pulling my hair hard and wrenching me onto my knees in front of him. His dick, smelling strongly of strange, waves like a pillar in my face. He is hard as a rock, and it’s still average, so that’s good for him. “Be my assistant, too, Ella.”

  “No,” I say again, shoving at his hips and trying to get out of his grip on my hair.

  “What the actual fuck, Rex?” Rainier’s voice booms out from the doorway, and I sob with gratitude as Rex immediately relinquishes me. The force of my struggle sends me onto the ground at his feet, but my eyes are still on Rainier. I can’t believe he’s here.

  He found me, too. And now he’s going to protect me and set everything right.

  Because he’s perfect. Top of the line.

  “It’s not what it looks like,” Rex says with a forced laugh. “You know she likes it rough, man.”

  “She never shoved me away or said no,” Rainier schools him sternly, crossing the room and pulling back a fist, letting it fly in a tight, perfect right-cross, all his body weight behind it. Rex flies backward and goes sprawling on his side. I clap my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming. How did everything go so wrong, so fast? I tried to be nice, damn it!

  “Get out of here,” Rainier commands Rex, and his partner—maybe ex-partner, now—scrambles to obey. His nose is bleeding and blood spatters down onto his chest. That he’s naked makes him seem even more vulnerable. Rainier is dressed in light khakis and a tight white t-shirt. “I never want to see another woman telling you no, and being forced to submit, Rex. Or it will be much worse for you in many ways.”

  “She was asking for it,” Rex insists, cradling his nose now. “She’s been asking for it all year.”

  Rainier darts across the room, likely to give Rex a thorough ass-kicking, and the other man whirls and sprints across the entire beach in a matter of seconds. Rainier glowers after him, then turns to me. His gaze softens. The softness reaches down even into his mouth, and his entire energy shifts. He strides across the room and his hands kiss down my torso, gathering on my ass and holding me securely against his entire body. I feel so safe and cherished. My heart swells... and my pussy throbs for him.

  ‘I should have been here sooner,” he tells me through gritted teeth. “Did he do anything to you, Ella?”

  “No,” I say, remembering that I’m unmasked... remembering that he knows exactly who I am, and what I’ve been doing. I swallow thickly and force myself to gaze up at him. “No, Mr. Howell. He just told me that he would fire me for fucking you, unless I fucked him, too.” A rueful smile cracks on my lips. “Just that.”

  Chapter 9

  Rainier

  When she calls me Mr. Howell, a little part of my heart grows and then breaks. Have we discovered something here?

  Don’t get ahead of yourself, man. She’s your assistant. How many of them have had crushes on you? Probably all of them.

  But how many have haunted me? Just one.

  I gaze down at her wonderingly. I’ve never seen Ella without her glasses on. I’ve never seen her with her hair down. I’ve never seen her buxom body completely uncased from all its accoutrements. She’s like a new woman. When she’s not at work... she is a bombshell.

  But she’s a professional in the office. Top of the line.

  “It’s ironic, you know,” I murmur, leaning my head down onto her crown. I inhale her citrus perfume and sweet, oaky natural scent. “I came here to get over you... and you ended up under me.”

  Her limpid hazel eyes flash up to me. “Don’t get over me,” she pleads softly. “I didn’t even know you were under me.”

  I nod and smooth my hands down her curvaceous, muscled back. “I didn’t know it either,” I admit. “I’ve been fighting it as hard as I can.”

  “Why?”

  I hook my fingers into the elastic of her lounge pants and peel them down. She steps out of them and I rise, scooping her arms up. I peel her top off in one deft motion and then use it to blindfold her eyes. I grab up the pants and usher her backward toward the bed.

  “I misjudged you,” I tell her. She stumbles backward with my movements, until her knees are against the bed and she collapses backward. I slide her up to the headboard and secure her wrists with the lounge pants. I tie it as tight as lightweight linen can go. She can’t move her arms now... and soon, she won’t be able to move her legs. “I thought you couldn’t give me what I want. That no woman could.” I bind her ankles in the sheets and secure them to the bottom of the bedpost. Now she’s stretched in quarters and blindfolded by a tube top. Fully nude and perfect.

  “You surprised me,” I murmur, undressing and climbing onto the bed. I crawl over her body, splayed out in wait for me. “You’re perfect.” I look over her, wondering why she’s being so quiet, and then say, “You can speak.”

  She bites down on her lower lip and volunteers, “I want to touch you right now,” in a soft, sweet voice.

  My cock inflates at her need, but I harden against it. Sex isn’t only about gratification. It’s also about resistance. It’s a game with peaks and valleys. “No,” I tell her, leaning down to tease my lips over hers as I speak. “You may not.”

  She arches up to take a kiss without permission and I wrap my hand easily around her fragile neck, pressing her back. I throb at how complete and utter my control is, knowing that I wield her safely, knowing that she’s loving every minute of it.

  “Bad girl,” I growl at her, running the tip of my cock over her hip, along her thigh and tummy, letting her feel that part of me. “Now you’re not going to get this.”

  “No,” she moans. “I’ll be good.”

  “We’ll see about that.” I rip off her blindfold and tell her, “You can look. But no touching.�
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  I straddle her and stroke myself, running my staff up her thighs and hips, tracing her body with pre-cum. She moans and her hips gyrate. I can see how bright pink her pussy is, how swollen and slick. God, she does need to come, or she’s going to bust all by herself. I can almost feel how her skin must be vibrating, her nerves desperate for a single swipe with a fingertip.

  But I don’t give it to her. Her eyes squeeze shut and I hunker between her spread thighs, just inhaling her musk. “Ella,” I say sternly. “Look at me.”

  She looks down at me between her legs, and I lazily lap my tongue in the air right in front of her vagina. If she wanted to be disobedient, she could easily buck her hips and press her clit into my mouth. But she doesn’t move. She just lets me pantomime eating her out, and when I look up at her again—still watching me—I grin.

  “Good girl,” I breathe, plastering my naked body completely over hers. My pounding erection lies over her pussy and, when I slide between her lips, we both stiffen and suck in a breath. My vision goes out for a second, it’s still so wonderfully wet and tight.

  I wrap my arms around my spread-eagle assistant and pound smoothly and deeply into her, burying my face against her neck, sinking us deep into the mattress. I lose myself in her and forget about submission, forget about the island and the masks and the endless carnality of everything. I just let her perfect pussy bathe me, wash over me in waves of tightness and friction, and the only thought in my entire body is… Ella.

  “Ella...” I rasp, my fingers carving into her mane. I look into her hazel eyes and she looks back, glowing with sweat. The enormity of what we’re doing hits me but I shunt it to the side and just bury myself in her again. Fuck it. I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. She doesn’t want to stop. Rex can go fuck himself. We’re doing this.

  “Yes, Mr. Howell?” she asks in a sweet, trembling voice.

  I pull myself from her, which takes every ounce of my willpower, and I say, “Rainier.” I grip her hips and twist her easily onto her stomach, exposing that wonderful pillow of an ass she has. I can’t wait to buck my hips against it, to feel her softness and her roundness against my hard, straight body. “Spread your legs.”