Fantasy Resort

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Fantasy Resort ISBN # 1-4199-0707-7 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Fantasy Resort Copyright© 2006 Trista Ann Michaels Edited by Ann Leveille. Cover art by Syneca. Electronic book Publication: July 2006

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FANTASY RESORT

Trista Ann Michaels

Dedication This story is dedicated to my husband, for always supporting me and not complaining during those long stretches spent in front of the computer arguing with the screen and those pesky characters. Also for not laughing at me when I talk out loud to myself while working out a particularly difficult plotline. You’re the best.

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Chapter One Nicole Barrister, known on Klindor as Mirage, stood and surveyed the crowded Fantasy Bar with detachment. It was livelier than usual tonight, giving the place an erotic, festive air. A crowd had gathered in the center of the main floor. The fantasy had started as a threesome but had quickly grown to about ten people, all undulating against one another, their moans becoming louder and more frantic, echoing off the dark maroon walls. She’d opened Fantasy Bar about eight years prior, so she’d become accustomed to all the sex. She watched the growing orgy with only mild interest. It amazed her just how wild some of these orgies could get and how long they could continue. Sometimes they’d gone on well past midnight, leaving everyone to collapse on the floor before practically crawling out the front door at closing time. One very tall man caught her eye. It was his height that made her look twice. He was well over six feet with the most unusual flame-red hair. She watched as he sauntered over to a woman who was bent over, giving the man in front of her a blowjob. His long fingers delved between the woman’s legs and began to fondle her pussy, spreading her juices around the tight hole of her anus. The tall man unzipped his slacks and slid his bulging cock into the ass of the blonde woman in front of him. Nicole kept her gaze on his shaft, but watched with only half interest as it disappeared into the woman’s ass over and over, his balls slapping against her pussy. Another woman knelt before the blonde and put her face between her legs. Nicole tilted her head, trying to get a better image of the woman as she licked the blonde’s pussy while at the same time she fondled the man’s balls. Nicole raised an eyebrow.

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“It’s interesting, isn’t it, Dax? No matter how many of them there are, they can always find a way to interlink themselves, each person of the group being pleasured at the same time they’re giving pleasure.” “Yes. Very interesting,” he agreed. She glanced at the tall, muscular man beside her. He’d been the bouncer here ever since they’d opened, and she considered him just as much a friend as she did Kira, her best friend, as well as half owner of Fantasy Bar. The two of them had come up with the idea one night while in college. It had started out as a joke, but soon manifested itself as the real thing. Kira’s business savvy had made it a success, while Nicole’s imagination had turned it into a one-of-a-kind hot spot. Kira had even met the man of her dreams here. They’d married and left to open their own version of the bar in the form of a resort. With a sigh, she realized just how much she missed Kira. She really needed to take a vacation and go visit her and Jerrod at Fantasy Resort on Portakin 3. From what she’d heard the resort was becoming quite popular and was always booked. “Isn’t Jaimee supposed to be joining you tonight?” Dax asked as he continued to survey the group, making sure nothing got out of hand. “Yes.” She glanced at her watch. “And he’s late.” She’d met Jaimee two years ago, right here at the bar. Immediately, she’d felt the attraction. He was so handsome, so confident and had affected her in ways no one else ever had. She’d had sex with him. Wonderful sex, but always here in the bar, never alone. She felt safe here on the main floor. They were as close as any two people could be physically, but emotionally, she’d kept him at arm’s length. But he’d never given up on her. He’d been patient and understanding, letting her take things at her own pace. Dax was right. It was time that changed. She’d made small steps. In fact, she’d even told him her real name just a few weeks ago. At first, she’d almost regretted the impulsive decision to whisper her real name in his ear, but that all

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faded the first time he’d called her Nikki. Hearing the nickname spoken with such love had melted her heart. “A medical emergency, I’m sure.” Nicole blinked at Dax in confusion then tried to pay more attention to what he was saying. “Nothing less would keep the good doctor from your side. You should put the man out of his misery and tell him you love him.” Nicole frowned. “I do not know if I love him.” “Yes you do. It’s been years, Mirage. Your father is dead and Jaimee is not like him. He’d rather kill himself than hurt even one hair on your head. When are you going to move on and take the love this man offers you?” She knew deep down he was right, but her nightmares continued to hold her back. “I’m trying, Dax. Really, I am.” “I know you are, Mirage. Just let him know as well,” Dax said with a nod of his head toward the door. Nicole looked and caught Jaimee’s smoldering brown stare. The soft lights reflected off his black hair, giving it a soft bluish hue. His dark Earth–Mediterranean looks sent her heart skipping frantically. Out of all the displays and good-looking men in the bar, Jaimee was the only one who could send her body into immediate arousal. Once she’d had the pleasure of his massive cock ramming into her she’d not wanted anyone or even anything else. Even her toys weren’t enough. Only her Jaimee could appease the need that gripped her whenever she thought of him. Did she love him? Or was it just a massive case of lust? After all the pain she’d suffered as a child and then the abuse at the hands of a former boyfriend, she was scared to death. She watched him approach, her gaze taking in his wide shoulders, trim waist and lean hips. She knew very well what that body looked like nude and her hands shook

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with the desire to lick every inch of his dark, smooth skin. “You’re late,” she admonished. “Am I?” He glanced at his watch and grinned playfully. “Will you punish me then?” His deep voice sent a tremor along her spine and she took a deep breath before continuing. “Possibly. That depends on how you plan on making it up to me.” He leaned forward and rested his hands on the bar behind her, one on either side of her hips. The movement kept her pinned and brought his lips extremely close to hers. She inhaled his musky scent mixed with the smell of morkin, an evergreen bush indigenous to the swampy planet of Klindor. “How would you like for me to make it up to you, my pet?” “Take me to my suite and fuck me senseless,” she brazenly replied. He raised a dark eyebrow. “Your suite? Not here in the crowd?” “No. Tonight I want to be alone with you.” For a moment he just studied her, his dark brown eyes boring intently into hers. She’d never invited him to her suite before, so she was sure he was surprised. She’d even surprised herself, but she wanted to do this for him. To show him she did trust him. And love him. She could admit it now as she gazed into his eyes, so full of love and compassion. He accepted her, made her feel beautiful and safe. She wanted more than just sex in the middle of a bar. She wanted to sleep in his arms. To be able to cuddle, and talk about their dreams. Moving closer, she brushed her lips across his. “Take me upstairs and make love to me, Jaimee.” Taking his hand in hers, she led him up the stairs to the third level. At the end of the long hallway was her suite of rooms, far away from the noise and music of the bar below them. It would be as if they were totally alone.

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She opened the set of double doors and stepped aside, allowing him to enter before her. She locked the doors then turned, leaning her back against them. Taking a deep breath, she eyed Jaimee, standing just a few feet away. He looked so handsome. Especially when a lock of wayward hair fell across his brow, giving him a roguish look. “This is a big step for you,” he said quietly, a tiny grin making his eyes crinkle. The harsh Klindor sun had aged him, giving him deep lines prematurely. “I know,” she whispered before taking another deep breath. “But I believe I’m ready. I want this.” He stepped closer and her hands gripped the door handles behind her back. But not from fear. Only desire made her body tense tonight. Desire for the man who’d melted her hardened heart and beaten down the walls she’d erected. His palms gently cupped her face and she sighed, parting her lips in anticipation of his kiss. A kiss she knew would leave her weak. They always did. “And I want you,” he breathed against her lips. He kept the touch of his mouth light, raining little butterfly kisses along her lips. Parting them, she silently encouraged him to slide his tongue into her mouth and consume her. The second he did, she moaned and collapsed against the thick wooden door at her back. He was such a good kisser and every nerve ending in her body tingled with pleasure. Reaching behind her, he removed her hands from the door handles. With a gentle smile, he brought the backs of her fingers to his lips. Heat traveled up her arm, sending shocks of awareness straight to her throbbing pussy. No one had ever been as gentle with her as he was, and she followed helplessly as he walked backward, pulling her with him to the bedroom. “I’m amazed you’ve put up with me for this long,” she whispered, her brow scrunching into a frown. “I think you know why I have.” He placed a soft kiss on her brow, smoothing away the tension. 9

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She grinned slightly then moved to suck his finger into her mouth, simulating a blowjob. He groaned and Nicole sucked harder, her teeth nipping at the tip. Just like always, Jaimee accepted her and loved her. She’d been a fool all this time. But not any longer. Letting go of his finger, she grabbed a handful of his thin cotton top and tugged him to her for a kiss. Jaimee didn’t disappoint, claiming her mouth in a way that left her shaking with need. She tasted mint and a hint of orange tea and her tongue slipped into every crevice, devouring all his sweet taste she could find. Strong hands roamed down her back and over her ass, sending chills up her spine. Her whole body burned in flames so hot they threatened to consume her. She needed him. Not the gentle, slow lovemaking she’d had in mind, but fast and hard. His thick cock pressed into her stomach and she wiggled against it with a moan. He would feel so good inside her, and she didn’t know how much longer she could wait. “Jaimee,” she groaned, brushing her aching nipples across his chest. Grabbing the front of her pink jacket, he tugged, popping the jeweled buttons free, causing them to ping against the hardwood floors. She gasped, her breasts springing free of the tight material. With an animalistic growl, his mouth claimed her sensitive nipples and sucked. She cried out, arching her back to fit her breast more fully into his hot mouth. He moved to the other one as his hand made quick work of her slacks. Once around her ankles, she kicked them and her shoes to the side then lowered her arms, allowing her jacket to fall to the floor. She stood totally naked before him. As he gazed at her body, her flesh tingled and the heat of a blush moved up her cheeks. They’d had sex so many times over the last two years, but never like this. She’d kept their time together in the bar or outside in public. He’d never pushed. Somehow he’d known she’d come to him in her own time and maybe it was that patient, persistent side of him that made her love him so much. 10

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“God, Nicole. You’re so beautiful.” She smiled and titled her head, studying his still-clothed form. “It’s your turn now.” With a wicked grin, he stepped back and slowly undressed himself, revealing his muscular form inch by excruciating inch to her hungry gaze. His chest was massive, with hard, firm pecs and washboard abs. Tan from the Klindor sun, he looked like some Greek god sent to drive her to distraction. Pursing her lips, she pointed to his hips. “Pants.” “You want them off. You do it.” Strolling over to where he stood, she gently cupped the bulge behind the zipper of his coarse slacks. “My, my, doctor. What is this you have here?” “Something I think you’ll like,” he replied with a crooked grin. “Really?” she said with seriousness. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” Releasing the snap, she unzipped his slacks, allowing his long, thick cock to spring free. She licked her lips as she softly gripped his velvety rod. Oh, yes. She definitely liked. The purple head leaked pre-cum and she leaned down to flick her tongue out and lick up the salty confection. “Enough, woman,” he growled and stepped out of his slacks. “On your back, Nicole. I want to feel your body under me as I fuck you.” Nicole’s breathing hitched and her heart pounded furiously. She liked this side of him and quickly did as he ordered. Lying in the center of the mattress, the cool navy blue satin comforter beneath her, she watched as Jaimee settled himself between her thighs. They’d never had sex in a bed and the feel of his body pressing her into the soft mattress was heavenly. She sighed and lifted her knees, cradling his firm hips between her thighs. Just as his mouth clamped down on hers, his cock plunged deep, causing her to moan deep in her throat.

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His huge cock ramming into her never failed to take her breath. She bucked her hips, meeting every thrust, every demand of his hot body. “Jaimee,” she sighed between kisses. “Oh God. It feels so good.” His thrusts increased, deepened, and she moaned her pleasure, taking every inch of his shaft inside her over and over. She could go on like this forever, and fought the rising tension in her muscles. But Jaimee’s relentless thrusts pushed her over the edge in a climax so strong light exploded behind her eyes. She screamed and wrapped her legs higher around his ribs. His cock slid deeper and she felt the shudder run through the muscles in his back. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. His thrusts slowed down, prolonging her orgasm until she thought she would die from the sheer ecstasy. With one final deep thrust, Jaimee found his own release and growled loudly. Keeping his weight on his elbows, he relaxed on top of her, his face buried in her neck. “Oh, Nicole. I love you, my beautiful Nikki,” he whispered. Nicole’s heart burst, and she rained kisses along his shoulder. “Jaimee, I need to tell you something. Something I should have told you a long time ago.” He rose up and met her anxious gaze. She’d never told anyone what she was about to tell him and the very thought stopped her cold. She did love him with all her heart, but could she say it? Just as she opened her mouth, his communicator beeped. “No,” she whined, closing her eyes. “Damn it,” he growled and reached for the offending device, flipping it open. “What?” he fairly shouted. Nicole heard bits and pieces of the conversation, enough to know it was medical in nature. He would need to go. Jaimee was one of only two doctors on Klindor and was always busy.

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“All right, Jack. I’ll be right there.” Flipping it closed, he glanced at Nicole in sadness. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She smiled and cupped the side of his face. She loved how his day’s growth of whiskers scratched at her palm. “It’s okay. We can talk when you get back.” “I won’t be long. I promise.” With a peck to her cheek, he jumped up and quickly dressed. “Don’t move from that spot,” he said with a grin before leaving her suite, shutting the door behind him. With a sigh, she dropped back to the mattress. “I love you, Jaimee,” she whispered toward the ceiling.

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Chapter Two Jaimee left Fantasy Bar and stepped out into the hot, humid night. He hated Klindor. It was too hot, too muggy and too damn swampy. The only reason he remained was Nicole. He smiled. He’d pursued her for two long years, waiting for the day she’d finally let her guard down and trust him. Looked like that day had finally arrived. She’d looked so beautiful with her chestnut hair spread out on the pillow, her blue eyes shining with passion. He could never seem to get enough of her and he was determined to get this done quickly so he could get back to her and the warm cocoon of her body. With a slight skip in his step, he jumped into his small runabout and flew the twenty kilometers to the other side of Klindor City. One of Jack’s nighttime security men had been injured and was unconscious in Jack’s office on the top floor of the building. Jack had no idea how it had happened. He said he’d found him lying in the entryway when he’d returned from the gaming hall two blocks over. Jack assumed it was one of the rival protectors in the area. Jack provided protection services for the lower side of Klindor. For a price, of course. Jaimee didn’t approve of Jack’s practices, but he was still responsible for them medically. Powering down his runner outside the building, he shut down the engines and made his way to the rundown four-story apartment complex. His gaze darted around him, watching for anything or anyone dangerous as he secured his pistol in the waistband of his pants. This was one end of town he hated coming to at night regardless of how well he could take care of himself.

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The smell of damp swamp permeated the air and he wrinkled his nose, staring with a groan at the dirty swamp water that ran perpendicular to the sidewalk. When the hell were they going to clean that damn swamp out? It had been like that since he’d arrived two years ago. A commotion just ahead caught his attention and he stopped. A woman ran from the complex, her blonde hair flying behind her. Even from here he could see the fear in her eyes. Her lips were swollen and bleeding, her eyes beginning to show signs of becoming black where someone had hit her. What the hell? Two men gave chase, practically tackling her to the ground before pulling her back into the building, the blonde woman kicking and screaming the whole way. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Then it hit him like a brick. Shoranda Kimpack. High Regent Kimpack’s daughter. Son of a bitch! What the hell were they doing with her? Jaimee took off at a run, determined to help the woman he’d known since he was a child. Kimpack and his father were good friends. Had been for years. Bursting through the front entrance, he stood still and listened. Whimpers came from the room to his right, so he eased closer, trying to determine how many there were. “Shut up,” one of them shouted just before the distinct sound of a slap rang through the air. “You enjoy doing that entirely too much,” another voice replied from what sounded like the farthest corner. “Like you don’t,” the first man sneered. The door was slightly ajar, so Jaimee stepped closer, trying to see into the room. Shoranda was in a chair, her hands being tied behind her back by her kidnappers. His gut clenched at her beaten and swollen face. How could anyone do that to a woman?

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Glancing around, he tried to get a better look. How many were there? He couldn’t just barge in without first finding out, he would get himself killed and that wouldn’t help either him or the woman. Reaching behind his back, he felt for the pistol he’d secured to his pants. One of the men moved to stand before Shoranda and took her chin between his fingers. “Such a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” “We don’t have time for this, you fool,” the second man growled. “You’ve already fucked her, Caric. Put her out of her misery.” A third voice, Jaimee thought with a sigh. He might be able to handle two, but not three. What the hell was he supposed to do? “Yeah, but I liked the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock. So tight and hot. Did you like me fucking you? Huh? Did you like the feel of my cock filling you?” His hand reached out to roughly squeeze her breast, and she spit in his face. Jaimee quirked an eyebrow in admiration. She had spunk, despite what she’d obviously been through. The man raised his hand to strike her but stopped mid-swing as blood and remnants of her brains splattered on his shirt. “Son of a bitch,” the man shouted. “What the hell did you do that for?” Jaimee’s heart hammered in his chest. Oh my God, they’d just shot her with a vorgin, a silent but deadly blaster that shot tiny grenades that exploded on contact. “You were taking too fucking long. Now cut off her hands and send them to Kimpack. I’m going to get that double-crossing son of a bitch if it’s the last thing I do.” “You were working both sides of the fence. What did you expect him to do, throw you a party?” Someone snickered. “The man tried to kill me for doing his dirty work,” the first man snapped angrily and Jaimee frowned, trying to block out the image of Shoranda’s lifeless body on the

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floor. “He sent me to Dellon 5, then fucking left me there to rot after I finished the assignment.” Jaimee blinked in shock. That man had been an agent? He stepped back, knocking over a box that was behind him. It landed on the floor with a dull thud and his heart lodged in his throat. Damn it, that was real fucking smart. He looked back to the door just in time to see two men staring at him in shock, neither one the man he’d seen with the girl. “He can identify us,” one of them growled. The third man appeared behind them. There was no possibility he could shoot his way out of this. He’d have to take his chances and make a run for it. Turning, he dodged one of their blaster shots, the wall beside him splintering next to his head. Ignoring the shrapnel that pierced his neck, he shoved through the front door, trying to make it to his runabout before they killed him too. They were fast on his heels, but Jaimee was a quick runner and stayed well ahead of them. He had to get to Meenus Prime and warn Kimpak. Using his remote, he opened the door of the sporty runabout and jumped inside. Jack would have to call the other doctor. There was nothing he could do about his man now. Regret slammed through him that he hadn’t been able to save the girl, but at least he could identify her killers. Their faces would forever be etched in his mind. Starting the engine, he breathed a sigh of relief as he took off down the street. One shot caught his engine and the fuel tank embedded next to it. The engine whined then exploded in a blinding ball of light. Heat singed his skin and he cried out in pain as the smell of burnt flesh filled his nostrils. His last thought was of his beautiful Nikki before he slipped into blissful unconsciousness.

***** Nicole paced her suite of rooms before finally dressing and heading downstairs. What was taking him so long? He’d left hours ago.

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Dax was the only one left in the bar, everyone else had departed, leaving the room eerily quiet. “You haven’t heard anything from him, have you, Dax?” “Jaimee?” “Yeah,” she said with a nod. “No, sintah. Not since he left earlier.” She bit her lower lip and crossed her arms over her chest, warding off a chill of doom. Something was wrong, she just knew it. “Relax, Mirage. I’m sure he’s fine.” A knock sounded at the front entrance. The large oak double doors carved with erotic images were one of the Fantasy Bar’s trademarks. But who would be knocking this early? Unease worked its way up her throat as she followed Dax to the doors. Dax opened them, letting the morning sunlight inside to warm the cold hardwood floors. “Good morning, Jackson. What can I do for you?” Dax asked. Jack? That’s who Jaimee had been on his way to see. She stepped forward, pushing Dax out of her way. Not an easy feat considering his massive size. “Jackson? Did Jaimee come and see you last night?” she asked anxiously. He took his hat off and swallowed, his bald head reddening under her nervous stare. “I’m real sorry, Miss Mirage.” “Sorry?” she croaked. Nicole had known Jack for eight years. She’d met him the first week they’d opened the bar and despite his mob lifestyle, he’d grown on her. But she’d never seen him like this. He couldn’t even look her in the eye. “There was an accident last night with Jaimee’s runabout. The ship…well…” “What, Jack?” she whispered. Her stomach tightened in knots as she waited for Jack to say something. “The runabout exploded with him in it. He didn’t survive.”

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Bile rose up the back of her throat as she stood frozen. No. It wasn’t true. Jaimee couldn’t be dead. Her shaking hand fluttered to her throat as she struggled to catch her breath. The room began to spin and she closed her eyes to ward off the dizziness and burning tears. “Mirage,” Dax said softly and placed his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t,” she snapped and stepped away from him. “He’s not dead. It’s a mistake.” Her heart was breaking into a million pieces and she couldn’t stop the pain from almost doubling her over. Her life was falling apart. “No, Miss Mirage. I helped them pull his body from the swamp. Or what there was left of it. He didn’t survive.” “No,” she whined, shaking her head in denial. Her lower lip began to quiver as she stared into Jack’s sorrowful face. “Jaimee!” Nicole screamed in pain and would have slid to the floor if Dax hadn’t caught her. “No, no, Dax. He can’t be dead. He just can’t be.” Dax held her tightly, letting her cry out her grief.

***** Jaimee groaned, the pain racking his body taking the very breath from his lungs. God, it hurt to breathe. Inhaling slowly, he caught the scent of singed flesh and choked. Was that his own? The pain faded as his mind awakened from the haze that had surrounded it. He tried to lift his head, open his eyes, but he couldn’t do either. He struggled with consciousness and growing anxiety as he tried to remember what had happened and where he was. “What…” His voice was harsh and gravelly. “Where…” “Don’t try to move. You’ve been given a nerve shot. You’re immobile from the neck down. You’re on Meenus Prime at the government hospital.” “Why? What’s wrong with my eyes?”

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“They’re just swollen shut. There’s no optical damage. As for the rest of you, do have any memory at all of what happened?” Jaimee struggled to pull memories and images together, but they were such a jumbled mess. “I think so. My ship exploded. How did I survive?” “You were thrown from it and into the swamp. A man named Jack pulled you out.” “Who are you?” “I’m Brett Morallis, Secret Service for High Regent Kimpak. Can you describe the men that did this?” “They killed Shoranda.” “I know. We found her body, missing her hands of all things. But we need to know who did it. Who’s after Kimpak? Can you describe them?” Jaimee nodded. “Yes. I think so. One of them was an agent.” His head was spinning, his memories becoming hazy. Even with the nerve shot, his body was shutting down. “How bad is it?” he asked, dreading the answer. “It’s bad,” Brett replied softly. “But we can fix you.” “How bad?” Jaimee repeated, struggling to keep his mind intact. “Third-degree burns on eighty-five percent of your body. Mostly your legs and chest. Your legs will have to be completely regrown. There’s no skin there at all and a lot of the muscle is gone. Your hair is gone as well. It was so damaged it will probably grow back a different color. Your face was damaged with deep lacerations as you were thrown from the runabout. But it’s all cosmetic and can be repaired. You’ll look different, which is actually a good thing. We don’t want the men that tried to kill you to know you’re still alive.” Jaimee swallowed as he listened to Brett. “You’ll be put into a drug-induced coma while you recover. Probably about three months. It has to be that way or you would never survive the pain of the skin regrowth. You’ll need rehab when you come out, due to the damage as well as the lengthy coma.”

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Jaimee nodded as he listened. He knew what three months of bed rest could do to a person’s muscles. “Once you come to, we’ll need to give you a new identity,” Brett said. “Why?” Jaimee asked, in surprise. What would he need a new identity for? He was still having trouble comprehending, wrapping his mind around what Brett was saying. He knew why they were doing this. They needed his consent for the procedure. He was familiar with it, but had never seen it performed. Skin and muscle re-growth of this magnitude was still highly experimental, but the new identity stuff… Did it not make sense or was he just too fogged up to understand? “We need to make sure those men believe you’re dead. You’re the only one who can describe them. Kimpak is in hiding, but as soon as you come to we need to work on sketches so we can find these men. Do you understand and consent?” Jaimee swallowed, trying to moisten his parched throat. His brain was becoming too foggy, too confused. It was all too much. Nicole. Where’s Nicole? “Jaimee,” Brett snapped. “Do you understand?” “Yes,” he whispered. “I understand. I consent. Please. Tell Nik…” His voice dropped off as his mind shut down, slipping him into unconsciousness.

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Chapter Three Four months later

Kira stepped into her husband’s private suite of offices at Fantasy Resort. He sat at the bamboo table that had been delivered from Earth just a few weeks prior. He’d placed it just outside the French doors leading to the balcony. It was a gorgeous view below them. Nothing but pink sandy beaches and turquoise oceans as far as the eye could see. The location she and Nicole had picked for the resort couldn’t have been any better. Thanks to the thermal core of the planet, the water was always warm and the temperature comfortable, springlike, all year long. She still couldn’t get used to calling Mirage “Nicole”. They’d known each other since they were teenagers, but when they opened the bar Nicole had wanted to change her name. Kira only shortened hers. Kiranda was too formal. But Nicole had wanted a whole new identity. It was a new life for her. So to keep things simple, Kira just dropped Nicole all together and started calling her Mirage. Now that she was here at the resort, Nicole wanted to put that part of her life behind her and had gone back to her real name. Nicole had taken to life here pretty well. She’d put her nursing degree to use and started working with the medical staff. Kira was convinced Nicole had missed her calling. She was good at taking care of people and really enjoyed it. She was a natural mother hen. Walking toward the balcony, she eyed Jerrod as he studied the computer screen before him. He appeared troubled, his brows drawn together in a frown. Letting her gaze travel lower, she smiled at his bare feet, his loose-fitting cabana pants and the open shirt, which showed a generous view of his muscled chest and abs. His skin had tanned

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a golden brown under the Portakin 3 sunshine and her hands itched to skim along its softness. As she quietly came up behind him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers down the center of his chest. Her lips grazed the side of his neck and she smiled as a shiver ran just beneath his flesh. “Good afternoon, gorgeous,” he said, throwing her a sideways grin over his shoulder. “Good afternoon. Busy?” “I’m never too busy for you.” Kira smiled and nibbled on his earlobe. “How’s Nicole?” he asked. “She doing better?” With a sigh, she came around to straddle his lap, placing her hands on his strong shoulders. “Much better. She’s decided not to go back to Fantasy Bar. I told her she could stay here as long as she wants.” “Of course she can,” he said as he slid his palms up the outside of her thighs, pushing her shirt higher. “I can understand why she doesn’t want to go back. That was where her life was with Jaimee.” Kira struggled to remain on topic. His fingers now massaged her hip, sending little shots of desire to her lower stomach. “She really enjoys working with the medical team. I think she’s found her niche.” “Good.” His lips brushed along her collarbone and she shivered. “I think I may have just the thing for her then.” She pulled back and stared at him. “Really? What?” “You know that communiqué I received this morning?” “Yeah.” “It was Kimpak. They have a witness to his daughter’s murder.” Her eyes widened. “Are you serious?” 23

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He nodded. “Have they ever released where his daughter was murdered?” she asked. “No. There were rumors for a while she was killed on Klindor, but nothing conclusive surfaced.” “So where has the witness been all this time?” “Apparently he was severely injured trying to get away from them. He’s been recovering. They want to hide him here while they search for the men.” His questioning gaze met hers. “Are you okay with this?” She smiled and brushed a lock of hair from his brow. She liked that he’d let it grow out a little. It made him look younger and more dashing. “I trust you, Jerrod. If you’re okay with it, then I am. But what does all this have to do with Nicole?” “Well, he’s still going to need some help getting around and with his rehab. I thought Nicole would be the perfect candidate. Taking care of someone else might take her mind off things. And she seems to like it. Considering her history do you think she’ll be okay with being alone with him? You and I are just a call away, but there will be times they’ll be completely alone.” “Well, he’s recovering so I can’t imagine he would be too much of a threat, but I’ll talk to her and see what her thoughts are. She enjoys playing the mother hen so much she may just jump at the chance to do this.” Kira raised an eyebrow in confusion. “But why aren’t they sending someone with him?” “They wanted to keep it as low profile as possible and an injured man with a bunch of bodyguards isn’t low profile. I thought I’d put him in the Eden suite, down on the beach. It’s large enough for him and Nicole to each have their own space.” Kira smiled. “I think it’s a wonderful idea. Since she’s been here, she’s really relaxed more. She feels more confident in herself.” Jerrod nodded. “True, but I still haven’t seen her participating in the sex.”

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“She still misses Jaimee, so that doesn’t surprise me.” She shoved at his shoulder playfully. “That just goes to show you how differently men and women think. Men would immediately jump back into someone’s bed.” Jerrod chuckled. “Well, of course.” She scrunched her nose, making him laugh. He kissed the tip of it softly. “I would die right along with you, my love. Is that what you want to hear?” His fingers had been slowly working the front buttons of her dress loose and had now slipped inside and were gently rubbing circles over her distended nipples. She sighed and pushed her breasts farther in to his hands. “Maybe,” she murmured. “Have I told you today,” he asked as he pressed his palm against the underside of her breasts and pushed them upward toward his warm lips, “how much I like this dress?” “Do you?” she purred. “Mmm-huh. Easy access.” She giggled, then gasped as he twirled his tongue around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Heat traveled with lightning speed to her pussy, making her walls spasm with increasing need. “We have guests that need attention, Jerrod,” she chided, but at the moment couldn’t really care less about the guests. “Later,” he growled and gripped her hips, moving her aching pussy over his hard cock. “Right now your husband needs a little attention.” Kira grinned and rotated her hips, grinding herself onto his thick length. She’d give him all the attention he could handle.

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“I’m good. How are you?” Brett returned with a smile. His dark blond hair was longer than Jerrod remembered, and his usual laughing hazel eyes had lost some of their merriment. Now they appeared clouded with worry. Jerrod extended his hand in welcome and pulled Brett into the room. “Brett, I’d like you to meet my wife, Kira.” Brett stepped forward and took Kira’s hand in his. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed the backs of her fingers. “Kira. I’ve heard a lot about you.” “Good things I hope,” she replied with a grin. “All good things, But I’m afraid your husband hasn’t nearly done you justice. You’re stunning.” “Thank you.” Jerrod slapped Brett on the back. “Moving along.” Brett laughed and released Kira’s hand. “And who is this lovely woman? Another wife?” Jerrod chuckled and moved to stand behind Nicole. “No. This is the woman I told you would be taking care of Ethan.” “Nicole, right?” Brett asked. “Yes,” she said with a nod. “It’s nice to meet you.” “You as well,” Brett said, obvious interest shining in his gaze. Jerrod shot a glance toward Kira and she raised an eyebrow in surprise as she met his stare. “Where is Ethan?” Jerrod asked. Brett looked at Jerrod in slight confusion, then cleared his throat. “He’s in the transport. I’d like to go ahead and take him to the cabin, get him settled. Once the doctor has had a few minutes to go over his wounds and make sure they’re healing properly we can bring Nicole in.” His hazel eyes moved back to Nicole. “Ethan is a lucky man to have such a beautiful nurse by his side. Almost makes me want to get seriously injured.”

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Nicole gave him a sideways smile and for the first time in months Jerrod noticed a slight twinkle of amusement in her eyes. “Here’s the key to the cabin,” Kira said as she placed the key into Brett’s hand. “Just let us know when you’re ready for Nicole.” “I will. Thank you.” Brett turned to Jerrod and shook his hand. “And thank you, Jerrod.” “It was no problem. Besides, I owed Kimpak one.” Brett smiled, but said nothing more before heading back out the door and the awaiting transport.

***** Ethan slowly stepped from the transport, leaning on Brett’s shoulder for support as he did so, Dr. Sanders close on their heels. It had been a long ride and his legs were stiff weak. For a second, he stood still and took a deep breath of the morning air. It was beautiful here, although he didn’t have a clue where here was. They hadn’t told him. All he knew was he would be recovering somewhere private while they searched for the men who’d tried to kill him. The last month had been hell. Even after three months in a coma, he still awoke to pain. Both physical and mental. Tilting his head toward the sun, he inhaled deeply of the sea air. Before them was a small white cabin, nestled within a grove of trees. They shaded the house like umbrellas and Ethan frowned, trying to remember what type they were. Beyond the trees was a private beach, surrounded on both sides by rock cliffs. It was amazing. Where the hell were they? “How are you feeling, Ethan?” Brett asked. “I’ve been better, but I’m getting there.” “It’s a hell of a place to recover, isn’t it?” Brett asked as he took one of Ethan’s elbows and helped him down the path to the house. Ethan still had trouble with his legs at times, for they had been the most damaged. 27

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“Yeah. But it would be better if I wasn’t alone.” God, he missed Nicole. He’d asked for Mirage as soon as he’d woken up. She’d worked hard to keep her real identity a secret, so he’d made sure to use her fake name when asking about her. But Brett had made it clear from the start. Mirage thought he was dead and it needed to remain that way. The men might be watching her, making sure he was really dead. If they brought her to the hospital, they might follow and find out Jaimee was still alive. “You won’t be.” Ethan stopped and turned to stare at Brett with a frown. “Excuse me? What do you mean I won’t be? I thought you were going to be out looking for the men based on those sketches we did.” “I am. But I made arrangements for someone to stay here with you. Help you get around and make sure you stick to your rehab schedule. We need you fully healed for the trial.” “Who? Some decrepit old man with a whip, like Sanders here?” He inclined his head toward the tyrant of a doctor that had been taking care of him since he’d come out of the coma. The man was a damn slave driver. Brett chuckled. “No. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” “You could go get Mirage for me.” “No.” Brett firmly shook his head and Ethan sighed. “I told you, Ethan. No one, not even Mirage, can know you’re alive. Just you, me, the doctor and Kimpak. It’s better this way. We’ve discussed this. Besides, I spoke with Dax at the bar and he said Mirage left shortly after your death. He has no idea where she went or when she will return.” Pain sliced through Ethan’s chest. God, what she must be going through. “Don’t let him fool you. I guarantee Dax knows exactly where she is.” “It doesn’t matter anyway, Ethan. She cannot know.” “Yeah, yeah, I know, I know,” Ethan sighed.

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Brett opened the front door, then allowed Ethan to step inside. For a second, he was speechless as he stared at his surroundings. A massive row of windows and French doors took up the far wall with an incredible view of the private beach. The wicker furniture was white with thick sky-blue cushions. Hardwood floors decorated with blue and white rugs to match the furniture lay beneath his feet. The open windows and doors let in the cool breeze and the scent of flowers mixed with the smell of the ocean. To his right was a small kitchen with a long hallway leading to, he assumed, bedrooms. Slowly stepping through the French doors to the patio, he noticed the small private swimming pool to his right, just outside the kitchen. Steam rose off the water, indicating the warmth, and his aching muscles jumped in reflex. He couldn’t wait to sink into that thing and let the warm water relax his pains away. Ethan heard a knock at the door, and with a sigh turned to head back inside. His appointed caregiver, more than likely. “Hello, Nicole. Right on time.” Ethan stopped dead in his tracks. He braced his hand against the frame of the door for support as he stared at the woman that had just come through the door. His heart raced in his chest and his knees weakened beneath his much-slimmer weight. Oh, God. Mirage. He swallowed the desire to run to her, take her in his arms and never let her go. He scowled at Brett. Was this a sick joke? What the hell was she doing here?

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Chapter Four Nicole stared at the man bracing himself against the doorframe. Her heart ached for him. He was tall and slim, the width of his shoulders hinting at the once powerful frame that must have graced him before his accident. His hair was blond and thick, with just a hint of curl on the ends around his collar. His skin was pale, like the flesh of a newborn babe. Jerrod had told her he’d been in a hospital for several weeks, so that would explain his appearance. She would need to get him outside. Sunshine would do wonders for him. His full lips thinned into a tight line as he glared at Brett. She got the definite impression he wasn’t pleased with her being here. Would he be a difficult man to work with? That was fine, she thought with determination. She could be just as difficult. Deep brown eyes turned back to her, and she swallowed back a feeling of déjà vu. There was something about his eyes that seemed so familiar. “Ethan. Are you all right?” Brett asked. “I need to talk to you, Brett. Now.” He pushed away from the door and slowly made his way to one of the bedrooms. She noticed a slight limp to his step and her heart tugged for him. Was he in pain? “Excuse me, Nicole,” Brett said with a slight nod. “It’s fine. I’ll just get my things from outside.” Brett came into the bedroom, standing just inside the door. “Close it,” Ethan growled. Shooting him a questioning look, Brett reached behind him and closed the door with a click. “What’s your problem, Ethan?”

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Ethan turned on him with all the aggravation and anger he felt eating away at his insides. “I’ll tell you what my problem is,” he shouted, then ran a hand through his hair to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted was for Nicole to hear them. “What the hell were you thinking? You tell me I can’t tell her and then you fucking bring her here?” “What the hell are you talking about?” “Nicole, damn it.” “What’s wrong with Nicole? Jerrod assures me she’s very trustworthy. We can count on her to keep quiet. She’s part of the medical staff here.” “Jerrod?” Ethan asked and sank on the bed. “Jerrod Scollin?” “Yes. You know him?” Brett asked. “Yes, you fool. He’s the husband to Mirage’s best friend. The companion you just saddled me with is Mirage!” “Oh, fuck,” Brett sighed. “Don’t you do your fucking homework?” “Keep your damn voice down,” Brett growled. Ethan sighed, his shoulders sinking in defeat and regret. “I have to tell her, Brett.” “No. Damn it, Ethan. We’ve been through this. Do I need to remind you again just what these men have done to women in the past to get information? If they even suspect she knows something, they’ll tear her apart finding out what it is. Do you want that to happen to her?” “No. But how the hell am I supposed to be here with her and not tell her who I am?” “You better figure out a way,” Brett snarled. “I can’t get rid of her without telling Jerrod why and we can’t do that. So you’ll just have to deal with it until I can find somewhere else for you to go. You can’t stay here with her.”

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Ethan shook his head, wanting to cry with the injustice of it all. “How are you going to explain that to Jerrod?” “I’ll think of something.” “You have no idea what you’re asking,” Ethan sighed, running his hand through his hair. “Yes, I do. But this is what has to be done. For all we know, they knew about Mirage and they’re watching her. She’s been depressed over losing you, so if her demeanor changes in any way or they see her with you, they might begin to suspect you’re still alive.” “Man, you are fucking grasping at straws and you know it.” “It was common knowledge that you had a thing with Mirage. If you open your mouth and tell her, I’ll kill you myself.” Ethan snorted and shot him a look of doubt. “Don’t push it, Ethan.” With a sigh, Ethan fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. How the hell was he going to pull this off? “Wouldn’t it be better if I stay here? Even with Nicole? At least that way she’s under protection as well.” “I don’t know,” Brett sighed. “The longer you’re together, the more of a chance there is she’ll figure it out. Or you’ll slip up.” “It’s a chance I’m willing to take, Brett. I’ll be careful.” He wanted Nicole with him, even this way. At this point, he’d take what he could get. With a shake of his head, Brett rubbed at the back of his neck. “I’ll get the doctor and have him give you a final once-over before we leave. In the meantime, I’ll think on the idea. But if I decide it’s too risky, that’s the end of it. You be thinking of those images I showed you of the other women they’ve used as bait and remember them when you have the desire to confess.”

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Ethan nodded but said nothing. The last thing he wanted was to see Nicole beaten and raped. Once Ethan had given the killers’ descriptions to a sketch artist and the images were drawn, Brett had recognized them immediately. He’d dealt with them in the past but had never been able to catch up to them. “We’re heading out. In the meantime, take care of yourself. You’re the only witness.” “Yeah. I know,” Ethan sighed as he watched Brett leave the room and shut the door behind him. He hated thinking about what they’d done to him to make this possible. They’d pretty much skinned him, removing all the burnt flesh and muscle, then cloned a piece of undamaged skin. The cloned skin was then attached to several areas of his body and allowed to grow, covering his exposed muscle tissue. The pain would have been unbearable and that’s why they’d kept him in a druginduced coma for over two months. When he’d awoken he began the long, grueling process of strengthening his weakened muscles. Some of the muscles in his legs had had to be removed then cloned and graphed due to the deep burns he’d received there. His face had also been rebuilt. He no longer had the Mediterranean lines of his father. He looked completely different, the only things the same were his eyes, and it had taken him days to get used to the changes. He wasn’t sure he would ever get used to it. It was like looking at a complete stranger. He closed his eyes tightly and whispered to no one. “Oh, God, Nicole. Please forgive me for this.”

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She didn’t even know him, but there had been something in his eyes. Hell, not in his eyes, but the eyes themselves. She shook her head, mentally chiding herself. It was her imagination and nothing more. It had just unsettled her, looking into Ethan’s brown eyes that were so much like Jaimee’s. Steeling her spine, she gently knocked on the door before opening it. She’d come here to take care of him and take care of him she would. “Ethan?” she called softly. She noticed him immediately, standing by the open French door leading to the pool outside. He stiffened, but said nothing as she came further into the room. His trim waist and firm hips caught her eye and she let her gaze roam down his body, clad only in a pair of shorts. Even slim from recovery, she could still see the power and strength his body once held. Past him, the night sky twinkled. Three of the larger planets closest to Portakin 3 could be seen. The blue and red lights of the orbiting ships and satellites gave the evening a festive appearance. Like the lights of Christmas back home. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispered softly and moved to stand next to him. “Yes,” he whispered back. “I’m sorry I was such an ass earlier. This rehab and being cooped up is starting to get to me.” “It’s all right.” He kept his gaze on the sky, and she studied his profile. He was a handsome man, with a strong chin and cheekbones, but just a tad gaunt. He needed to eat more, regain some of the strength he’d lost. She knew all about that. The last beating she’d received from her boyfriend had almost killed her and it had taken months for her to return to her normal self. Or at least as normal as she could be. She sighed, and he turned to look at her. There was such sadness in his eyes it tore at her heart. She smiled slightly and a muscle jerked in his cheek. Why did he seem so familiar to her?

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Clearing her throat, she leaned her back against the doorframe and rested her hands at the small of her back. “Tomorrow we’ll see if we can work on that being-cooped-up thing.” His lips quirked just a little. “How do you plan on doing that?” She inclined her head toward the surf. “We can do your rehab on the beach. The sunshine will do wonders for you.” “Think I’m too pale?” he teased. She scrunched her nose and gave him a good once-over. “Maybe just a tad.” He chuckled and turned to stare back out at the sky. “Yeah. I’m certainly not the man I was.” “You will be again.” “Will I?” His gaze remained glued to the stars, his brow creased in thought. With a bit of surprise, she realized he was very easy to talk to and tease. Even though they’d only just met, she felt as though she knew him. “Who is she?” she asked quietly. Only a woman could put such hurt and pain in a man’s eyes. He looked at her in confusion. “What?” “Something has you sad.” She shrugged. “I just assumed it was a woman.” He smiled slightly and turned to lean against the other doorframe, facing her. “I just miss my life. There’s no woman.” “No?” How could someone as handsome as he was not have a woman? His gaze moved back to the surf, sadness once again shadowing his eyes. “So you lied. It is a woman,” she said with a grin tugging at her lips. He snorted. “Is it that obvious?” “Only to another woman.”

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While his head was turned she studied his chest. A long pink scar crossed his left pec muscles, running from the tip of his rib to the right collarbone. A similar scar ran down the side of his right ribs. There was no hair on his chest and as her gaze lowered to take in his long legs visible beneath the shorts she realized he had no hair there either. His skin was just like a baby’s skin. She glanced back up at his face and his anguish-filled eyes. The heat of a blush moved up her cheeks with the realization he’d caught her staring. Clearing her throat, she pulled the medicine from behind her back. “The doctor told me I was to rub this into your legs nightly.” Ethan shook his head. “That’s not necessary, Nicole. I can do it.” She frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous. Stuff like this is what I’m here for. Besides, he said your legs needed to be massaged as well.” As though it were the most natural thing to do, she sent him a teasing smile. “And I’m very good at that.” Ethan swallowed. Hell yeah, she was good at that. But the thought of her touching him, and not being able to touch her in return, tore him up. There was no way he could handle that right now. Nicole pointed toward the wicker bed, giving him her most stern expression. “Move, cowboy. On the bed.” He fought a smile as he watched her boss him around. “Anything else? Would you like me to strip as well?” Her lips pursed as she studied him, and he frowned. “No, Nicole. I’m not stripping.” She flashed that adorable, mischievous grin of hers and his gut clenched. “That’s a shame.” “Behave yourself, woman. I’m a recovering man and my heart can’t take much excitement,” he teased. Shaking her head, she smiled at him. God, she was so beautiful. Her chestnut hair was up and off her long, slender neck. Small ringlets hung down around her ears and

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bounced as she shook her head. His hand itched to remove the hair clamp and run his fingers through its softness. A breeze blew through the door, bringing her lavender scent, and he inhaled deeply as he lay across the bed. “I have a feeling, Mr. Ethan Scott,” she chided with a grin as she settled on the mattress next to his thighs, “that your heart can take much more than you let on.” “Maybe I exaggerated just a bit,” he replied as he held his thumb and forefinger up close together. She spread the cold cream on the skin of his thigh, and he sucked in a shallow breath. His new skin was so sensitive. “Damn, that’s cold.” “Sorry,” she said. “I don’t think there’s a way to warm it.” “It’s fine once the initial shock passes.” His eyes closed and he let his body relax as her hands and fingers massaged his sore muscles. They were firm, yet gentle and he remembered all the other times she’d touched him. Sifted her fingers through his hair, skimmed them along his chest and across his nipples. He felt the beginning stirrings of his cock and he cringed. Damn it, not now. Reaching over his head, he grabbed a pillow and plopped it onto his lower stomach, covering his growing shaft. Opening his eyes, he caught her staring at him with an amused glint in her eye. Damn, the woman didn’t miss a thing. He frowned. “It’s been a while. Okay?” She giggled and moved her massaging fingers to his other thigh. “Well. You are at Fantasy Resort. Maybe we can make that part of your recovery.” His lips quirked as he fought a grin. “Are you offering yourself for that part?” Her surprised gaze shot to his and her hands froze on his leg. He shouldn’t have said that. What the hell was he thinking? “I’m sorry, Nicole. That was a joke.” “All done,” she said and patted the side of his thigh before standing. “I’ll get out of here and let you get some sleep.”

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She hadn’t finished the other leg and Ethan mentally chided himself for opening his big fat mouth. He watched the soft swaying of her hips as she moved to the door. “I’m right next door if you need anything.” She pointed toward the wall on the other side of his bed with a slight smile. I need you, he thought to himself. “Good night, Ethan.” The door shut softly behind her and he squeezed his eyes against the desire to run after her, to tell her he was Jaimee and make love to her all night. “Good night, my Nikki,” he whispered into the silent room.

***** Nicole leaned her back against her bedroom door, trying to settle her rapidly beating heart. His comment about offering herself for sex had startled her. Not because he’d said it, but because for a fleeting second, she’d wanted desperately to say yes. Oh, God. How could she be attracted to him? She’d just lost Jaimee. But there was something about him that tugged at her, made her feel safe just like she’d felt with Jaimee. Even the twinkle in his eyes when he’d teased her reminded her of him. “You’ve just been without a man too long, that’s all,” she told herself as she walked to the French doors and stared out at the moonlit beach. Was that really it? It had only been four months, which was not really that long. “This is ridiculous,” she sighed and rubbed at her aching forehead. “Get your hormones under control, Nicole. You worked at Fantasy Bar for eight years, you can resist one little slip of a man.” She snorted. He might be a little slim, but damn, he was certainly gorgeous and definitely not lacking in the cock area. She smiled slightly as she remembered seeing his thick shaft straining against the material of his shorts. Her touch had affected him and for some reason that made her happy.

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It was insane. It had taken her years to open up to Jaimee and now here was this guy, a total stranger and yet she felt like she knew him. Like she could trust him, and it made no sense at all. Her palm slapped at her thigh as she walked away from the window and headed to her private bath. “I can’t do this. I just can’t. He’s recovering and so am I.” Stopping in the doorway to the bathroom, she hit her fist against the jamb in anger. “Damn you, Jaimee,” she snarled as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Why did you have to leave me?”

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Chapter Five Jaimee strolled behind the bar, sneaking up on Nicole. Her gaze was glued to the couple at the far end. The woman lay on her back, her legs splayed for the man before her. The man’s face dipped, licking his tongue along the woman’s slit. Her moans carried above the soft music playing and several heads turned to stare. His own cock hardened in response to the image and he moved closer to Nicole. Her beautiful blue eyes smiled at him over her shoulder and his heart melted. He loved her so much and would give his life if she would love him back. But she’d been through so much. He knew if he pushed her, she’d run. “Women always come to Vetah for oral sex. I hear he’s quite good.” “At least you’ve only heard and you don’t know firsthand,” he purred in her ear, his hands reaching around to squeeze her firm breasts through the thin material of her blouse. “Would you be jealous if I had?” She gave him a husky giggle and wiggled her hips. His cock hardened painfully and he held her still, pressing it into the soft flesh of her ass. He growled against her neck. “Don’t push it, woman. I’d hate to have to kill the man.” Again, she chuckled and placed her hand over his. Slowly she moved it down her body and beneath her skirt, nestling it at her dripping pussy. Her nether lips were saturated with her juices and he moved his fingers along her slit, spreading it. She moaned and rested her back against his chest. He nipped at her sensitive neck with his teeth. “What’s your fantasy, Nicole?” “I want you to do that to me,” she sighed. “Fuck me with your tongue.” He smiled and circled her swollen clit with the ball of his middle finger. She gasped and jerked her hips forward. “Here, Nicole? Do you want me to throw you up on that bar and fuck you with my tongue until you scream? Right here?” “Oh, yes. Now, Jaimee. Please.” 40

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“Well,” he drawled as he continued to tease her clit. “Since you said please.” He turned her around and lifted her to the bar. With his palms, he slid her skirt up, revealing her beautiful pussy to his hungry gaze. The bar was the perfect height. He stepped between her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders in anticipation of getting his mouth on her. She was perfect and he spread her swollen lips with his fingers. Leaning forward, he inhaled her sweet, musky scent then softly blew against her. Her gasp encouraged him and he moved closer, letting his tongue slowly lick up her slit to circle around her swollen nub. “Oh God. Yes,” she groaned and undulated her hips against his face. With a hand on her stomach, he stopped her movements. “Hold still,” he commanded. “I can’t,” she moaned and thrashed her head from side to side. “You do that so well. Don’t stop.” Keeping a firm hold on her abdomen, he continued the leisurely strokes of his tongue and turned a deaf ear to her pleas. He loved driving her crazy. He loved how she lost control and screamed his name as she climaxed. He pushed one finger then two into her hot channel and gritted his teeth against the desire to ram his cock in her instead. She was so wet and hot, like pure lava coating his fingers. And her taste. God, he would never get enough of her taste. She was like sweet honey. He softly bit at her swollen labia as he removed his fingers and spread her juices around the tight, puckered hole of her anus. She whimpered, and he pushed through the tight opening, sinking his fingers knuckle deep. Her juices flowed and he lapped at them, his fingers fucking her ass as his tongue fucked her pussy. “Oh, yes, Jaimee,” she sighed and moved her hips in time with his thrusts. The walls of her ass quivered along his fingers as he moved to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue. Her hips lifted from the bar, seated her pussy more firmly against his face. He increased the rhythm of his thrusts just as he increased the pressure to her clit and her whole

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body seemed to explode around him. The walls around his fingers clenched and pulsed, her juices poured from her pussy, and he licked away every drop as she slowly floated back down, her moans fading into whimpers. Ethan awoke with a start and gripped his aching cock. His balls ached with the need to spill his seed, and he groaned. Damn it, he hated having these fucking dreams. He’d been having them for the last month, ever since he’d come out of the coma. He always woke up in agony and masturbating never really seemed to help. He needed Nicole, but he didn’t dare go to her. Not as Ethan. With a string of curses, he threw back the covers and headed to the shower. Turning the water to cold, he stepped inside and let the water cascade down his back and buttocks, but the temperature did nothing to appease the ache in his balls. Bracing one hand against the wall, he gripped his cock with the other. He’d be in pain for hours if he didn’t do something. Masturbation was a poor substitute, but he would never get back to sleep if he didn’t. Closing his eyes, he thought of Nicole as he slowly worked his hand up and down his length. His thumb circled the head, spreading the pre-cum around the tip. He groaned, his hips jerking forward. Images of Nicole swam through his mind and he moaned aloud as he imagined her face before him.

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When he didn’t answer, she stepped in, her gaze scanning the empty room and tangled sheets. She heard the shower water running and frowned. What was he doing taking a shower at three in the morning? Another moan sounded and she quickly walked to the bathroom. To her right was a double sink set within Portakin pink marble, on the counter a white ceramic cup but nothing else. Apparently Ethan hadn’t bothered to unpack yet. The floor matched the marble counters and was cold against her bare feet. Ethan moaned again and she stepped closer to the marble shower directly in front of her. She could see his shadow through the frosted glass of the shower door. He was leaning forward slightly, his hand braced on the wall. Was he in pain? Worry for him clouded her better judgment and she quietly opened one side of the shower door. She froze in stunned silence. Ethan was masturbating. His cock was huge and purple. His palm slowly stroked up and down his thick length and her throat dried as she watched his movements. His balls drew up tight and she swallowed down a sudden wave of lust. She didn’t understand this attraction, this invisible link that drew her to him. Unconsciously, she took a step forward. He hadn’t seen her yet, his eyes were still closed, the muscles in his cheek jerking. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock, the need she’d felt all night a noose around her neck. He was in pain. He needed relief and damn it, she wanted to give it to him. Stepping forward, she placed her hand over his. Startled brown eyes the color of whiskey met hers and that same feeling of familiarity came over her again. God, his eyes were just like Jaimee’s. Just as fathomless and sexy. Now they stared at her with a mixture of surprise and pure lust. “Nicole,” he gasped. Pain darkened his eyes and her stomach clenched. She could certainly relate to pain. She’d been without a man’s touch for months now. She hadn’t realized until this very moment how much she actually missed sex. How much sex had actually helped her to heal her past wounds. She could enjoy someone else’s body without being hurt 43

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and not everyone was like her father. If she’d learned nothing else, she’d learned that. But more importantly, Ethan seemed to be in worse shape than she was. Without a word, she removed her robe and stepped into the shower, dropping to her knees before him. She wanted to help him as well as herself. It was time she got over it and moved on. Even if it was without Jaimee. He shook his head. “Nicole, don’t…” “Shhh,” she chided and smoothed her palm along his thick length. Velvet over steel was exactly how he felt as her fingers explored and squeezed. His eyes closed on a groan as he braced both hands against the shower wall in front of him. Every muscle in his body was rigid and tense, straining against his barely controlled passion. Reaching behind him, she turned up the temperature of the water, making the shower fill with steam, then moved her hand back to his impressive cock. Two small pink scars ran across the tops of thighs next to his balls and she slowly licked them, making Ethan shudder. “Nicole,” he sighed. Gripping the base of his cock in one hand, she ran her tongue around the purple head, licking away the salty pre-cum. His cock jerked, and she soothed it by slowly stroking it with her hand. He groaned and moved his hips with her, the muscles in his stomach clenching. Taking a deep breath, she took his cock within her mouth. Ethan sucked in air sharply and she glanced up at him. His eyes remained tightly closed, his long lashes lying softly against his cheeks. The water spray had wet his hair, making it appear darker, and his skin glistened. He was so handsome. When he fully recovered he would be gorgeous. Turning her mind back to the task at hand, she sucked him deeper into her mouth, her lips meeting her hand at the base of his cock. Ethan growled and jerked his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper. Her jaws ached, but she ignored it and focused on pleasing him, sucking him harder and deeper.

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As her mouth worked his cock, her other hand moved between his butt cheeks and found the puckered hole of his anus. She needed a lubricant, and moved her hand to her pussy, using her own juices to coat her fingers. She was so turned on, had been all night, and for a moment let her fingers linger at the opening to her wet channel. She teased the head of his shaft with her teeth as her wet fingers moved back to his behind. Gently, she slid one finger inside, causing Ethan to stiffen. “Nicole,” he chided. “Shhh, let me do this for you, Ethan.” “Oh, fuck,” he growled as she slid her finger deeper, finding the small, walnutsized ball inside. Gently, she massaged the ball, stimulating him further as her mouth encased his well-endowed shaft. Ethan panted as both hands and her mouth worked to bring him to release, her own body screaming for a release of its own. The more she sucked his cock, the more she wanted. Her tongue circled and teased his tip, her hand worked faster until Ethan shouted, his hot semen filling her mouth and sliding down her throat. She removed her finger and continued to lick away every drop, her hand slowing as his body began to relax. In amazement, she stared at his shaft. It had remained hard and thick, obviously ready for another round. Gently, she squeezed his balls and stood, her shoulders resting between his arms, still braced against the wall. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. The whiskey color was now almost black with passion, and she gasped at the intensity. If she just looked at his eyes, she’d swear she was staring at Jaimee, and her whole body throbbed with the need to be with him. But he wasn’t Jaimee and she couldn’t forget that. He stared at her, his eyes narrowed in desire and need, his breathing harsh and shallow. God, he looked good, and she licked her lips. “You needed that.” “What I fucking need is you,” he growled, and Nicole gasped. Before she could utter a word, he slanted his lips across hers and kissed her. It was fierce and wild and so what she needed—what she wanted. With a moan, she returned the kiss, her tongue battling his for control. 45

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With a harsh growl, he put his palms beneath her buttocks and lifted her, settling her throbbing pussy against his straining rod. For a split second, she felt fear. She’d never been with this man, didn’t know him. What was she doing? But there was another part of her, a part buried deep inside that knew he wouldn’t hurt her. She had to be nuts. Confusion made her tense and he pulled back, his lips a whisper away from hers. “I would never hurt you,” he murmured, his breath brushing across her lips. “Ever.” Looking into his eyes, she believed him. With a sigh, she ground herself along his length, silently begging him take her. Now. He slammed her back against the shower wall just as his thick shaft plunged into her pussy. She screamed and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. He felt so good stretching her and filling her that she lost control. Lost the last bit of fear and uncertainty. “Oh God. Yes,” she screamed. “Fuck me.” Ethan covered her mouth with his and plunged deeper, filling her to the womb. She moaned and pushed against him, wanting more. Needing more. Her hips worked frantically, his cock thrust mercilessly, driving her closer to that blissful release. Her muscles tightened and she groaned into his kiss. His tongue fucked her mouth just as his massive cock fucked her pussy. Over and over. Harder and deeper until she thought she would split in two. But it felt so good, so incredible, and she fought off her climax, wanting it to last forever. Suddenly Ethan pushed deep and threw back his head. His neck muscles corded with the strain, and she knew he was close. So was she. Every muscle, every nerve ending quaked with her oncoming orgasm. Arching her back, she ground her hips, rubbing her clit against him. It wasn’t gentle or loving. It was animalistic and wild and hot. And so damn familiar it was unsettling. 46

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“Oh, fuck,” Ethan growled, then Nicole screamed, her climax racing through every inch of her body. She jerked, her stomach clenching, the walls of her vagina pulsing around his cock. With a shout of his own, Ethan gave one final thrust and spewed his hot seed deep inside her. Neither said a word for several seconds, the only sound in the room the water spraying down and their harsh breathing slowly returning to normal. What the hell had she just done? Opening her eyes, she caught him staring at her with the same shock she felt, and for the first time in years she didn’t have a clue what to say. Should she apologize? Should she run and not say anything? “Nicole…” he began and she closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I need to get back to my room,” she whispered and extricated herself from his arms as best she could. Without looking at him, she quickly picked up her robe and fled. Ethan watched her go with a sinking heart. He hadn’t meant to do that, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. What the hell was she doing coming in here like that? Running a hand down his face, he turned to shut off the water. His legs felt weak and he grabbed the side of the shower stall to hold himself up. Why the fuck was he jealous of himself? He may have another name and another face, but he was still Jaimee and maybe deep down some part of her knew that. He stepped from the stall and caught his reflection in the fogged glass of the mirror. As he stared at the reflection and the man he didn’t recognize, anger seethed through him. Anger about what happened and his inability to stop the men four months ago. Anger at being stuck in this situation of playing out a farce, being someone he wasn’t. But the worst was the injustice of Nicole being here and him having to lie to her.

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With an anguish-filled growl, he picked up the ceramic cup and threw it at the mirror, shattering the glass.

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Chapter Six Nicole stood at the kitchen counter the next morning, watching the sun come over the water, making the sand appear fuchsia. It was going to be a beautiful day, but all she could seem to think about was last night. What the hell did she say to him this morning? She was supposed to be taking care of him, not seducing him. And where was the fear she’d felt for all those years? For some reason, she wasn’t afraid of him or of being alone with him, and she didn’t understand. He wasn’t Jaimee, but her body seemed to think otherwise and came to life every time he came near her. A noise jarred her from her thoughts and she turned to stare at Ethan. He stood at the edge of the kitchen, his expression uncertain. He was still barefoot, his blue silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips. She swallowed, remembering how good his cock had felt sinking into her willing flesh. With as much courage as she could muster, she let her gaze travel back up his chest, determined to meet his gaze head-on no matter what. His hands clasped in front of him stopped her perusal. One was wrapped in a towel, blood sliding down his forearm. Her heart slammed in her chest, and she quickly set her coffee cup down on the counter, last night completely forgotten for the moment. “Ethan. What on earth happened?” she asked as she pulled his bloody hand closer. “Well. I’m afraid I did something very childish. I broke the mirror last night. When I woke this morning, I thought I’d better clean up the mess I made. I’m afraid I didn’t do a very good job of it.” She clucked her tongue and surveyed the deep gash in his palm. “You should have let me handle that.” “And let you cut yourself like this? No.” 49

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She shook her head with a scowl. “Just like a man.” “I can’t help it, Nicole,” he replied with a sideways grin. “I am a man.” “Believe me, Ethan. You don’t have to remind me of that fact.” The second she said it, she wished she hadn’t. The silence was deafening, and she struggled to not look at him. Grabbing a towel, she pulled him over to the sink and began to clean the wound. He grunted at her gentle probing, and she glanced up, concerned she’d hurt him. “I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He shrugged, offering her a gentle smile. “It’s okay. It’s nothing compared to the last couple of months.” She folded the towel and applied firm pressure to stop the bleeding. “Why did someone try to kill you?” “To be honest, I don’t know,” he lied. “I don’t remember a lot of what happened.” She studied him and for some reason got the distinct impression he was lying. “But you remember the men that tried to kill you.” He shook his head. “No. I didn’t. They had to trigger my memory through regression.” “Oh,” she said. Maybe he wasn’t lying after all, but there was definitely something he wasn’t telling her. “Nicole, about last night…” he started but she turned away from him, searching through the cabinets for the first-aid kit every cabin had. “Let’s don’t talk about that.” “We need to. I don’t want to spend the next…” he waved his hand through the air, “however long we’re here tripping over each other because of this.” She moved back to the table and dropped the box with a loud bang. “Ethan, please. We’ve both been through a lot the last few months and we just needed it.” “It was more than that, Nicole,” he stated firmly, his eyes boring into hers.

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“Damn it, Jaimee. No it wasn’t,” she snapped then clasped her hand over her mouth. “What?” his eyes widened in surprise as he stared at her, and she swallowed down a sob. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” Why had she just called him that? He took a step toward her and she moved back, leaning against the counter. “Nicole,” he whispered. “It’s okay.” She shook her head, staring at the floor. “I shouldn’t have…” He gripped her chin, forcing her tear-filled gaze to his. His eyes held understanding and compassion, making her lip quiver even more. “Nicole, listen to me. It’s okay.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Like you said. We’ve both been through a lot. It’s already forgotten.” She nodded and swallowed back her shame. What was the matter with her? He didn’t look anything like Jaimee, so why did he remind her of him so much? “We’ll talk about last night later,” he said, and she nodded her agreement, relieved that he was momentarily letting it go. “Jerrod brought some weights for you. They’re out on the back patio,” she whispered, trying to change the subject. She once again grasped his hand and concentrated on sealing the gaping wound in his palm with a medibri. “Great,” Ethan said with a smile. “It’ll be good to get back in shape again.” Nicole inwardly groaned. That’s just what she needed—a more in-shape and gorgeous Ethan.

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There was something about his movements, about the way he held his hands. She swallowed against another wave of lust as images from last night came rushing through her mind. All night she’d kept the eerie feeling of familiarity, of belonging to this man, and she couldn’t shake it. Every time she’d closed her eyes, she could swear she was with Jaimee. His touch, the sound of his moans, even his cock and the way he moved it reminded her of him. Damn it, he’s not Jaimee! Why couldn’t she accept that? “So who’s Jaimee?” “What?” Her startled gaze met his as he sat up on the weight bench and reached for a towel to wipe the sweat away. He looked so good, his chest and arms buff from the workout. “You called me Jaimee earlier. Boyfriend?” he asked. “No.” She shook her head. Walking over, she set a glass of water on the outdoor table close to him. “Well, it’s actually yes, I guess.” “Well, which is it, Nikki?” he asked, his sensual lips lifting in a grin. “No or yes?” Nikki? Jaimee had called her Nikki when he’d told her he loved her. He’d called her his beautiful Nikki. Pain sliced through her. She couldn’t take Ethan calling her that. Not when her emotions toward him were so confusing. “It’s yes and don’t call me Nikki. It’s Nicole.” Ethan looked at her in confusion. “Sorry, didn’t realize I’d done it. But what’s wrong with Nikki?” She shrugged and moved to rearrange the chairs around the table, anything to keep from having to look into those eyes. “Nothing. It’s just…” She pushed against the chair, causing the iron legs to scrape along the concrete. “I’d really rather not talk about it. Okay?” “It has to do with Jaimee, doesn’t it?” “Yeah,” she whispered.

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For several moments there was nothing but the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore, the wind blowing in the trees and the tenseness in the air gnawing at her stomach. She had to say something, and glanced over at him. He still sat on the bench, his forearms resting on his thighs, a pensive frown marring his brow. “I’m sorry, Ethan,” she said softly. “For what?” he asked as he looked up at her. She smiled slightly and shrugged. “You know, I’m not sure.” “Did you love him?” The question caught her off guard. She looked into whiskey-colored eyes so like Jaimee’s and her lip began to quiver. Oh, God. She couldn’t cry. Looking away, she tried to compose herself. “Yes,” she choked. “I did. Very much.” Wiping at a tear that slipped free, she kept her gaze averted as she quickly headed toward the house. “I’m going to go fix you some lunch.” Ethan watched her go, his heart soaring in his chest. She loved him. Bending down, he pretended to wipe at the sweat on his forehead to keep her from seeing the smile he couldn’t stop. At least he knew she’d loved Jaimee, but now what the hell did he do about this mess? If Brett were here right now, he’d wring his fucking neck. What would be the problem with telling her? They were here alone. Who would know? He could protect her if they tried to do anything. Like he’d protected himself and Shoranda? He growled softly in frustration. He should probably stick to the plan Brett insisted on. If anything happened to Nicole because he did something he shouldn’t have, he’d never forgive himself. He loved her too much.

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placing her hands on her knees. Her face felt hot and sweaty, her breathing harsh and shallow. She gulped for air and stood straight as he came to a stop and smiled at her. “What’s the matter, sunshine? Can’t keep up with me?” She scowled at him. “You’re barely winded. Weren’t you limping just yesterday? You make me sick.” Ethan chuckled. The sound was so much like Jaimee it startled her for a second. She had to stop this. “I limp when I overdo it, which I had yesterday. I’m sure I’ll be limping again later. Will you rub my legs for me?” he purred suggestively, making the hairs on her flesh rise. Placing her hands on her hips, she frowned, trying desperately not to look at his bare chest and stomach. “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” “I’m enjoying seeing you all sweaty,” he said with a grin. She brushed her hair back from her forehead with a sigh. “You make me crazy. Do you know that?” He walked closer. The scent of his musky skin mixed with sweat brought to her mind the smell of sex, and she inwardly groaned. It was as though some invisible force had her tethered to him and she couldn’t seem to break it no matter what she did. “It’s not my intent to make you crazy,” he replied softly. He stopped before her, and she craned her neck to stare warily up at his eyes. “What is your intent then?” He shrugged. “To get back to my life. Maybe make you smile a bit along the way.” Her lips quirked into a grin as she glanced toward the ground, her toe nervously pushing sand around. “See? Now was that so hard?” he asked as he tipped her chin up with his finger. For a moment, his beautiful brown eyes stared into hers, making her stomach tighten in knots. No man had made her feel like this since…well…since Jaimee. 54

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His finger trailed up the side of her cheek, pushing a stray curl behind her ear. “Smile for me, Nicole. You’ve been so sad today.” Heat singed her cheek from his touch and the desire in his eyes made her breath catch. This was wrong. So wrong. She sucked in a breath and stepped back. “I need a swim,” she mumbled and quickly fled toward the ocean. Without even stripping from her workout clothes, she dove into the waves, letting the warm water wash away her lust and guilt. For years after opening the bar, Nicole had sex with whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted. It was all about the physical. No emotions were ever allowed in. Until Jaimee. He’d broken through her barriers, torn down her walls and made her fall in love with him. Only now she was without him, and finding herself suddenly and irrationally attracted to a complete stranger. Pushing her wet hair from her brow, she turned to stare at the beach. Her hands froze on her head as she frantically searched the shoreline. Where was Ethan? Had he gone back to the cottage? Something brushed across her calf. With a gasp, she scanned the clear turquoise water and breathed a sigh of relief as Ethan broke through the surface. With a grin, he shook his head, spraying water across her cheek. “Ooh,” she said with a laugh and swiped at the water droplets on her face. “You frightened me for a second. I didn’t see you on the beach.” Despite her best efforts, her gaze traveled across his chest and shoulders. His skin was beginning to show a hint of pink and she frowned. Other than the deep pink scars, there was nothing. No marks, no blemishes. It was just like baby skin. Reaching out, she skimmed her fingertips down between his pecs and his muscles twitched. She could feel his heart beat beneath her hand as it sped up, pounding a frantic rhythm to match her own.

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“What happened to you, Ethan?” He sighed. “Second and third degree burns over eighty-five percent of my body. This is all new skin.” “And the scars?” she asked as her finger trailed one across his chest. It was jagged, more rough than the others. “It’s where the new skin grew into the old. They will eventually fade, once the process is completely over. That one,” he said and nodded toward the one she was touching, “is from a deep cut. That one probably won’t fade.” “What cut it?” She swallowed against the desire to touch her lips to that scar. “I’m not sure.” Something nagged at her brain. Burned. Ethan was burned. And so was Jaimee. Her hand froze on his chest. No. He’s not Jaimee. He can’t be. She couldn’t do this to herself. Jaimee was dead. She saw them put his body in the ground. It was just a coincidence. “Nicole? Are you all right?” His finger tipped up her chin, forcing her to meet his stare. Worry filled his gaze, turning the brown orbs amber. The pad of his thumb brushed up her cheek, and she tilted her head, trying to get closer to his touch. Raw energy sparked between them as they gazed at one another, their bodies immersed in the warm, waist-deep waves. His head dipped a little, his hot breath fanned across her lips and her heart skipped in response. She couldn’t stop staring at his eyes. They were so like Jaimee’s, and she missed him so much. It was wrong to use Ethan like this. She knew it, but resisting the pull his spicy scent exuded was impossible. “Ethan,” she sighed just before his lips captured hers in a deep, wild kiss.

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Large, gentle hands were everywhere at once. Her breasts ached for his touch and when he finally palmed one she groaned into his mouth, her body shivering in pleasure. His thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple through the thin material of her clothes, making it harden. She desperately wanted to be naked—to feel his hot, bare flesh against hers. With a growl, Ethan picked her up in his arms and headed toward the beach. His mouth never left hers, his hungry kiss devouring her, making her anxious and desperate for so much more. Once out of the waves, he set her on the soft sand, then quickly stripped off her clothes. She shivered as the warm afternoon air hit her wet, fevered skin. The breeze was almost like a caress itself as it brushed across her. Ethan slowly lowered the two of them to the ground. The damp sand scratched at her back and hips as he settled next to her. Warm ocean waves lapped at her ankles and legs, but she barely noticed. All she could feel were Ethan’s hands exploring her body, his lips and teeth nibbling at her neck. His hand moved with excruciating slowness to her aching pussy, making her crazy for his touch long before he ever got there. Long fingers sifted through the hair at the juncture of her thighs and her hips jerked upward in response. His kiss captured her whimper as his finger slid softly along her wet slit. He shifted, bringing his hard cock against her thigh. She moved, rubbing herself against him, and smiled when he moaned. “You’re driving me crazy, Nicole.” He slid two fingers deep into her throbbing pussy and she groaned, lifting her hips off the sand. Her fingers burrowed in his thick blond hair and tugged as his kiss increased in intensity, searing her mouth with his tongue. “Oh, God, Ethan. I don’t know why, but I need you. Please.”

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Chapter Seven Ethan rolled to his back, carrying Nicole with him. Her legs straddled his thighs as she grabbed his shorts and yanked them down. She was so wild and beautiful, her blue eyes ablaze with passionate fire. A part of him hated the fact that she would have sex with Ethan so willingly, but he quickly shoved that jealousy aside. He refused to be jealous of himself. He lifted his hips from the sand and helped her to remove his shorts, allowing his throbbing cock free. Her small fingers wrapped around his hard shaft and he groaned, his hips bucking upward. God, he wanted her. Her teeth nipped at his sac, the balls tightening further, making his jaw clench. In silence he watched her slide her tongue upward along his cock to circle the purple head. Her pink tongue flicked out to lick the pre-cum from the tip and he thought he’d lose it. “Damn it, Nicole.” He ground his teeth in frustration as she slowly circled him again before enveloping his aching shaft within the warmth of her mouth. “God damn it, woman.” He quickly grabbed her shoulders and tugged her up his body. Her pussy slid along his cock, coating it with her hot juices, making him shudder in need. “Take me inside you, Nicole. Fuck me with your pussy.” She raised her hips, positioning the head of his cock at her wet opening. Heat engulfed him like a glove as his cock slid deep, encased to his balls. Nicole arched her back, her breasts jutted outward, and he reached out to massage the firm mounds. Her moans spurred him on as he pinched and pulled at her hard nipples. Her hips rocked against him, each movement taking him deeper into her body. Moving his fingers down her ribs and firm stomach, he toyed with her pubic hair. She moaned and moved back a little more, resting her hands behind her on his thighs, her fingernails digging into his new flesh. 58

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He didn’t care. She could rip it from him if she wanted. He was right where he wanted to be, forever. Moving between her legs, he brushed his thumb across her clit. She shuddered, the sound of her surprised cry lost in the noise of the waves. He concentrated on her, giving her all the pleasure she could take. Her eyes remained shut, her mouth opened and closed as whimpers of ecstasy escaped her lips. He could remain here for eternity, watching her climax over and over. Applying just a little more pressure to her clit, he sighed as the walls of her pussy spasmed around him. Her hips jerked frantically, grinding against him as she screamed out her release. “That’s it, baby.” He groaned and bucked his hips upward, spilling his seed deep into her clenching channel. “Oh, Jaimee.” Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him in mortification. His gut clenched at the mortified expression that crossed her features. She had to know deep down that it was him. He should tell her the truth. This was killing her. Trembling fingers clamped over her mouth and her face flushed in embarrassment. “Oh, God. What’s wrong with me?” “Nicole.” He tried to reach for her, but she swatted his hands away. “You didn’t deserve that.” Tears were now streaming down her face. Ethan wanted desperately to stop her from running away, but she was too fast for him and quickly fled up the beach and back toward the cottage. “Damn it, Nicole. Get back here,” he yelled, but she ignored him, never even looking back.

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Her door opened and she knew without having to look it was Ethan. He padded softly across the wooden floor and sat on the side of the bed, causing the mattress to sink on one side. His hand rested gently on her shoulder and her heart ached. Pain clenched it like a vise as she thought of all she’d lost and the pain she’d witnessed in Ethan’s eyes. “Nicole, look at me.” She shook her head. She couldn’t. God, she felt like a stupid child. She was a mess emotionally and the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Ethan. “I loved him so much,” she sobbed. “And I never even had the chance to tell him.” Ethan lay behind her, his arms encircling her waist and pulling her closer. With racking sobs, she turned and buried her face in his chest. He smelled of sea and sunshine, sweat and sex and she snuggled closer, allowing him to comfort her. His hands rubbed up and down her back, smoothing out her hair with gentle strokes and easing her tension-filled body. He didn’t say anything, just held her, letting her cry out her grief.

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The doctor followed behind Brett and nodded a hello at Ethan. “You’ve gotten some sun, I see.” He looked pointedly at Ethan’s sunburned chest. “I thought I told you to be careful of that. It might have damaged you. Your skin is still healing.” “Yeah, well. As you can see, I’m fine.” “What the hell is with your surly attitude?” Brett asked. Ethan sent him a glare. “I think you know damn good and well what’s with it.” Brett’s gaze moved around the room. “Where’s Nicole?” “Sleeping. I’m telling her, Brett.” Brett removed his jacket and laid it across the back of a chair. “The hell you will. We’ve already discussed this.” Ethan moved toward him, his anger rising with each step. “Your reasons are bullshit and you know it. If they were watching her they would have seen me fuck her on the beach yesterday. You don’t think they won’t figure it out?” The muscle in Brett’s cheek jerked and his eyes narrowed dangerously. “What the hell were you thinking?” “Me? I could ask you the same…” His sentence stopped the second he noticed Nicole step from the bedroom. She tied the belt around her robe, then glared at the two of them with her hands on her hips. Her lips thinned into a tight line as she studied him and Brett. “Don’t let me stop you. Would you like to go out on the patio and duke it out or do you want to stop bickering and act like the adults you are?” “We’re sorry we woke you, Nicole,” Brett replied with a charming smile that made Ethan grit his teeth. Nicole crossed her arms and watched them warily. Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft curls, giving her an enticing “just out of bed sexy” look. Unfortunately, Brett noticed it too. Ethan wanted to smack that roguish grin off his face. “What’s with the two of you? You were fighting the last time Brett was here.”

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“We’re not fighting,” Ethan mumbled. “It’s a difference of opinion,” Brett offered. “About?” Nicole arched an eyebrow, her gaze moving back and forth between the two of them. “Ethan disagrees with a strategy that I’ve insisted on.” “Why do I have a feeling that there’s more to it than that?” she asked. The doctor stepped forward, cutting into the conversation. “Ethan, I want to take a look at your skin, make sure you didn’t get too much sun yesterday.” He gestured toward a chair close to the patio doors. Ethan sighed and nodded, only slightly happy for the interruption. “There’s nothing more to it, Nicole. I promise.” Brett stepped forward and placed his hand on Nicole’s arm, leading her to the kitchen. Inside, Ethan fumed. He didn’t like Brett touching her. Actually, he didn’t like Brett at all. He wasn’t sure why, for he didn’t really know him. All he knew was that Brett was responsible for the mess he was in now. He just didn’t understand the reasoning behind not telling Nicole. Was Brett being overcautious or was Ethan being unreasonable? The doctor patted him on the shoulder, pulling his attention away from Nicole and Brett. “You look fine, Ethan. Keep up with what you’re doing, in moderation, of course.” “Thanks, Doc. I do appreciate everything you’ve done.” The doctor’s wise green eyes stared into his then he flashed Ethan a reassuring smile. The wrinkles in the corners of his eyes crinkled, surprisingly making him appear younger. “Hang in there. You’ll have your life back before you know it.” “Will I?” Ethan turned to Nicole. She stood at the counter, a coffee cup cradled in her hands and a smile on her lips as she listened to Brett tell her about his job. Or would he lose her over this?

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God help him if that happened. Nicole glanced over Brett’s shoulder and caught Ethan watching her with the most gut-wrenching uncertainty in his eyes. What was the animosity between him and Brett? She wasn’t stupid. There was certainly more to it than they were letting on. She moved her gaze back to Brett and smiled, but she really wasn’t certain what it was he’d said. Brett was a nice-looking man. He was tall, with beautiful hazel eyes and a very commanding presence, which made him appear even sexier. Definitely a man worth pursuing, unfortunately, she just wasn’t interested. All she could seem to think about was yesterday afternoon and her encounter with Ethan on the beach. She’d kept her eyes closed the whole time and she’d swear she had been with Jaimee. Ethan’s touch, his voice, everything about him reminded her of him. And she hated herself for it. It wasn’t fair to Ethan. He wasn’t Jaimee. Jaimee was dead. She’d watched them put his body in the ground. She’d touched him. She knew in her heart Jaimee was in that cemetery. So why the hell was this happening? Why was she so convinced something wasn’t right? “Nicole?” She turned back to Brett, wide-eyed and embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry, Brett. I’m afraid my mind was elsewhere.” “I’m done, Brett,” the doctor said as he grabbed his bag. “His healing is coming along nicely.” Brett nodded. “Good.” Looking at Ethan, he continued. “We’re close to finding them. It shouldn’t be too much longer.” Ethan remained silent as he stood, his brows drawn in a pensive frown. “Just make it quick. I want this over.” “I know.” Brett placed his hand on Ethan’s shoulder as he walked by. Leaning closer, he whispered something that made Ethan stiffen. What on earth was going on

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between the two of them? “I’ll see you again in a few days. Nicole,” he said with a smile. She inclined her head in return, then watched in silence as they left the cottage. Ethan moved to the French door, his gaze glued to the pink sands just beyond the patio. There was something about the way he held himself that seemed familiar. Stop it, Nicole. See him as Ethan, not Jaimee. Setting her coffee cup down, she glanced at the food on the counter. Her stomach growled in response. “Wow, I just noticed you made breakfast.” He turned to her with a look of confusion, then smiled. “Yeah, I had actually forgotten about it.” “I feel terrible. I’m the one that should be doing this for you, not the other way around.” She broke off a piece of meat and placed it in her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she watched as Ethan made his way over to her. He wore a pair of thin cotton pants in a shade of deep green, the elastic waist hanging low on his hips. His feet were bare and silent as they padded across the hardwood floor to where she stood at the counter. The pink that had covered his chest yesterday had been replaced with a light tan, giving him a slightly golden hue. Wow, he looked good. Her heart jumped with the memory of how his skin had felt beneath her exploring fingers. How his cock had felt buried deep inside her. He came to a stop just inches from her and the heat of his flesh scorched hers even through the thin material of her robe. “You had a rough night, so I thought I’d fix breakfast this time.” She swallowed. “A man who can cook. That’s rare.” He smiled, showing even, white teeth, and her stomach flipped. “I have many talents. How about we take our breakfast outside so we can enjoy the morning?” “All right.”

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Grabbing a plate, she followed him to the wicker table on the patio. A cool breeze blew, ruffling his hair, and she smiled, wanting to run her fingers through it again. It had taken her over two years to fully trust Jaimee but here she was with Ethan as though they’d been best friends for years, and it had only been a few days. None of it made any sense. For the first few moments, they were silent. Ethan pushed his food around his plate more than he actually ate, the frown on his face wrinkling his brow. Again, she wondered about the animosity between him and Brett. Is that what had him so uptight and quiet? “Ethan?” He glanced up at her, a questioning look on his face. “What’s really going on between you and Brett?” His fork hit the plate with a clang as he sat back in his chair. “You.” “I beg your pardon?” “There’s something I need to tell you that Brett doesn’t want me to tell you.” She shook her head. “I don’t understand.” “I know. And to be honest I’m not really sure where to start.” “The beginning is usually a good place,” she suggested. His gaze bored into hers. Uncertainty clouded his brown eyes and for a moment a sliver of apprehension snaked up her spine. “In the beginning, I was in love with a beautiful woman. She was my world. But I had to leave her one night to take care of someone who needed medical attention, and on the way I witnessed a terrible murder.” Nicole’s hands began to shake. Setting her fork down, she reached to grip the armrest of the chair. No. This isn’t right. Ethan took a deep breath and continued, “I wanted to help Kimpak’s daughter but I was outnumbered. I thought the only thing I could do was go to Kimpak and describe them. At least that way they could find a way to track them down. But on the way out

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of the building I knocked over some boxes and they heard me. They chased me to my ship, then one of their shots hit the engine. I don’t remember a whole lot after that. I just remember waking up three months later and Brett telling me I had a new name, a new face and that I had to remain dead to everyone, including you.”

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Chapter Eight Shaking her head in denial, Nicole scowled at him. “No. I saw them put his body in the ground.” “It was someone else’s body.” “You’re not Jaimee!” She stood and walked back into the house, her mind trying to absorb what he’d told her. The stories were just similar, that was all. She felt him behind her, his heat, his presence, and she stiffened. “I am Jaimee, Nicole. I should have told you sooner but…” Quick as a shot she spun around and slapped him, the sound loud in the quiet room. Her chest heaved in anger. What kind of crap was he trying to pull? He didn’t say anything, just watched her. A red handprint slowly appeared on his cheek. His eyes deepened to almost black as they shined back at her, full of misery and regret. “You don’t believe me.” Her lower lip trembled. “You can’t be Jaimee. He would have never kept this from me. He would have never put me through this.” Spinning on her heels, she tried to quickly flee the room. She had to get out of here and away from him. Ethan grabbed her around the waist, holding her to him. In desperation and anger, she struggled trying to free herself from his grip. Pushing at his hands only made them tighten further, and she sobbed in aggravation. “Damn it, Nicole. Listen to me.” “No,” she cried. “Deep down you know I’m telling the truth,” he growled in her ear. “That last night at the bar. Do you remember? I was late. You took me up to your room. You’d never

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done that before. I had been to your suite, but never to have sex. We always kept that on the main floor because you were afraid. Remember, Nicole?” She shoved at his arm once again. She felt ill, unsure whether to believe him or not. “We made love for the first time in a bed and when we were finished I told you I loved you. Remember? I love you, my beautiful Nikki.” Her body shaking with sobs, she sagged in his arms. Ethan loosened his hold, and her vision blurred with tears. “It’s me, Nikki,” he whispered. “Why?” she cried. “Why didn’t you tell me the second I saw you?” He sighed and turned her to face him, taking her hands in his. Gently he kissed the back of her knuckles. “I stupidly went along with Brett. He thought if you knew it would put you in danger. These men, Nicole. You can’t imagine what they would do to you if they thought you knew something. You weren’t supposed to be here. Brett didn’t know you were Mirage and trusted Jerrod when he suggested you take care of me.” “Jerrod doesn’t know?” He shook his head in silence. “I have to remain dead to everyone. I just couldn’t keep this from you anymore.” With trembling fingers, she touched the side of his face. A face so different, yet so familiar. It was the eyes. Jaimee’s eyes. With a sob, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held tight. “I should have known the minute I saw you. I always thought there was something about you that was familiar, but I refused to see it. I kept trying to convince myself I wasn’t crazy.” “You weren’t crazy. I probably didn’t help matters with seducing you on the beach yesterday.” He pulled away and grinned sheepishly at her. The heat of a blush moved up her cheeks. “Well, that wasn’t entirely your fault. And what was with that questioning the other day on the patio?”

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He stared at her confused. “What questioning?” “Did I love him?” “Oh, that,” he replied with a cheeky grin and shrugged. “You’d never told me how you felt. I wanted to know.” “You had to have known how much I loved you. Even though I didn’t.” “I know now,” he whispered against her lips. “But how about you come to bed and show me again?” Nicole grinned and ran her fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe it’s really you.” Ethan smiled. “I can’t believe you’re not killing me right now.” “I may yet,” she whispered against his lips. Her lips touched his, and he growled deep in his throat. “Oh, Nikki. I want to make love to you, as Jaimee. Not Ethan.” She parted her lips in silent invitation and he took full advantage, plundering her mouth like a man dying of thirst. He tasted of coffee and bacon, his mouth warm, his tongue gentle as it probed her mouth. His arms tightened around her waist, crushing her aching breasts against his chest. Again she wondered how she couldn’t have known. He even kissed like Jaimee. Burying her fingers in his hair, she realized that even if her mind didn’t know, her body had. That was why all of her responses had been just like this. Wild, uninhibited and completely for him. She nipped at his lower lip before running her tongue along the spot she had bitten. “Mmmm,” he murmured against the sensitive spot just below her ear. “I like it when you get feisty.” She giggled and ran her hand down his chest. Moving aside the waistband of his pants, she slid her hand inside and cupped his thick cock. It jerked toward her hand, and she squeezed.

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With a groan, he turned her then set her on the kitchen table, his hips settling between her thighs. One tug and her robe was open, his hands moving inside to cup her breasts. His thumbs worked back and forth across her nipples as his lips worked a path down her chest to join his fingers. She arched her back, the burning need taking hold of her. Her whole body shivered with the feel of his tongue circling and teasing her nipples. “Jaimee,” she sighed. He stood straight and smiled down at her. “Say it again.” “Jaimee,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Fuck me right here.” Quick as a shot he pushed his pants down, revealing his hard shaft to her hungry gaze. Her stomach flipped at the sight of him ready for her. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Lying back, she smiled coyly, lifting her arms over her head to thrust her breasts out. His large palms cupped her breasts again, giving them a gentle squeeze before moving to the backs of her thighs. Lifting her legs, he positioned them over his shoulders then drove deep into her pussy with one long thrust. She screamed as he filled her, stretched her to the brink of pain. Slowly, he began to move, pulling out then driving back in so hard his balls slapped against her. She loved every second of it, her pussy squeezing and clamping down on every last inch of him as he fucked her. His fingers gripped her ass before moving to spread her cheeks. The tip of one finger circled the tight bud of her anus, teasing and exploring. Gently he slid the digit inside then added another. She moaned as he moved his fingers in time with his cock, fucking her ass at the same time he fucked her pussy. She moaned and moved with him, so close to climax she felt as though she would combust. The muscles of her anus squeezed at his fingers, taking them deeper. He groaned and thrust harder, pushing his cock deep enough to hit her womb. “Oh, yes, Jaimee. It feels so good.” 70

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Jaimee was close. His eyes rolled back in his head as he fought to control his oncoming orgasm. She felt so damn good. She always did. Her muscles tightened more, quivering around his cock. He slowed his movements, enjoying every spasm that quaked against him. Even the muscles of her anus quivered, and he added another finger. He could feel his shaft through the thin membrane that separated the channels and began to move them in counterpoint to his cock. Nicole moaned her pleasure, her head rocking back and forth. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way her breasts bounced with his thrusts, the way her skin flushed in passion. Even the way her hips rotated against his. The whole image was so fucking hot that his balls tightened with the need to spew his seed. With a shout, he did, erupting inside her with the force of a geyser.

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Chapter Nine Nicole smiled as Jaimee gently nuzzled her neck, his teeth softly biting the sensitive flesh. They’d been in bed most of the day, kissing, talking, making love. This was the happiest she could ever remember being. Her Jaimee was back. “I’ve missed you so much,” she sighed. “I still can’t believe this is all true. I keep thinking I’m going to wake up and realize it’s all been a dream.” Jaimee cupped her cheek and grinned down at her lazily. “I’m real and I’m not going anywhere.” His thumb brushed along her lower lip, and she nipped at it playfully. “Minx,” he growled. She giggled and snuggled closer to his warmth. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “We haven’t eaten since breakfast and it’s almost dinnertime.” “I could eat. How about we go cook something in the nude?” he whispered in her ear teasingly. She glanced at him and didn’t miss the wicked glint in his gaze. “If we do that, I may not be able to keep my mind on what I’m doing.” Her palm skimmed along his chest and down his abs. The muscles twitched beneath her touch. “I may be more interested in this.” Her fingers wrapped around his growing shaft. “Baby, you can have that anytime you want it. Even if it means dinner burns in the process.” She laughed and shoved at his shoulder. “What would you like to have to eat? And don’t say ‘me’ like you did earlier.” His lips quirked and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, but that was one hell of a lunch.”

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“You’re terrible,” she said with a grin. “How about a Portakin dish?” “Like what?” “Vitany?” She pursed her lips thoughtfully. She liked vitany. She just didn’t know how to cook it. Cooking was definitely not her forte. Dax had usually taken care of that at the bar or they’d eaten out. “How do you know how to cook vitany?” “Actually,” he said with a smile, “Researching unusual dishes is one of favorite pastimes.” He shrugged slightly. “Or at least it used to be. I haven’t had much chance to cook lately.” She raised an eyebrow in interest. “Really? You mean to tell me I knew you for two years and didn’t know that you could cook?” “That’s what happens when you repeatedly come up with excuses for not coming to my place for dinner.” Her smile faded while guilt and regret gripped her chest. Again she wondered why he’d put up with her as she studied his chest, unable to meet his stare. “I’m so sorry, Jaimee. I put you through so much. I should have trusted you sooner.” “Don’t do that.” He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “What matters is that we’re here now. How long it took us is irrelevant. Okay?” She nodded and traced his jaw with the tip of her finger. The day’s growth of stubble felt rough and scratchy, but she loved the feel. Especially when he rubbed it along her inner thigh. “I can’t wait to tell Kira you’re alive. She’s going to be as thrilled as I am.” Worry clouded his expression, and she stiffened. “What?” “Oh, honey. You can’t tell Kira. You can’t tell anyone.” “Why?”

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“You have to keep letting everyone think I’m dead. I wasn’t even supposed to tell you.” “But it’s Kira and Jerrod, Jaimee. They wouldn’t…” He put his finger over her lips to silence her. She gazed at him in confusion, not understanding why he wouldn’t tell them. “Promise me. As far as anyone is concerned I’m still dead. Not even Kira can know, Nicole.” She agreed, but inside wondered how she would be able to keep it from Kira. They were so close, if anyone could see a difference in her it would be her friend. Jaimee placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “Come with me, my love, and let’s cook dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner I can have you for dessert.” Nicole’s body warmed with that thought. Climbing from the bed, she followed Jaimee’s tight behind to the kitchen. His face may be different, but his touch, his personality, even his ass were the same. He was her Jaimee and her heart just couldn’t stop soaring. Jaimee reached into the refrigeration unit and pulled out the fish filets he’d had sent over from the resort yesterday along with two bowls of softened butter. Rummaging through the cabinets, he found all the spices he needed and spread everything over the counter within reach. Turning to Nicole, he motioned for her to come stand before him. When she looked at him in question, he grinned. “I’m going to show you how to make it.” He watched as she grabbed a clip and piled her thick chestnut hair on her head, exposing her long, graceful neck and shoulders. Her breasts stood out proudly beneath his gaze and her nipples hardened, making his cock jerk in response. He would never get tired of looking at her. His eyes moved back to hers, so blue and sparkling with just a hint of mischief and delight. She was so beautiful and she was his.

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She moved to stand before him, her back against his chest. He could smell her spicy scent and for a moment almost forgot what they were supposed to be doing. “Take the filets and dip them into the bowl of melted butter on the left.” “What’s the one on the right for?” “You’ll see.” Her small hands gripped the fish, then dipped it into the dish of butter. He put his hands on her shoulders, silently watching her turn the fish. The golden liquid spread over the blue flesh of the fish and between their fingers. “Now place it on the pan,” he whispered. He could feel the tiny tremors under her flesh as his cock lightly pressed into the cleft of her ass. “What do I do now?” she asked. “Spread those three spices there. Put them on thickly, covering the skin completely.” As her fingers brushed in the spices, Jaimee dipped his hands into the second bowl of butter then moved his hands to her breasts, massaging the firm mounds. “Rub the spices in just like this,” he whispered, showing her with his fingers on her breasts. Nicole’s hands shook as she massaged the spices into the fish. Once finished, he pinched her nipples, making her gasp and moan. “Now we put it in the oven and let it bake for thirty minutes. While it’s cooking, I’ll clean this butter off you.” Jaimee reached to turn on the oven, while Nicole slid the pan on the center rack. His cock throbbed painfully. He hadn’t intended to turn the cooking session into a seduction but he hadn’t been able to pass up those breasts. The oven door shut with a bang, and she turned to him with narrowed eyes darkening in desire. “I believe you made a mess.”

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His gaze moved to her breasts, and he smiled. She was right. He had made a mess. Her beautiful mounds were covered in warm butter. “Then I suppose I should clean them up for you.” “Yes. You should.” Grabbing her around her waist, he set her on the counter, putting her nipples at eye level. With deliberate slowness, he began to softly lick her breasts, his tongue lapping at the butter. Nicole moaned and squirmed as he cleaned first one breast then the other. He could do this all day. He loved her breasts and the way the nipples beaded beneath his tongue. He liked the sounds of her whimpers when he gently bit at the hard little peaks. His lips slowly worked a path up her chest and neck, lingering just behind her ear. “You’re one very naughty man,” she said with a slight tremor to her voice. “Your little cooking session has me so turned on I could scream.” “Then scream,” he murmured. With a grin, he dipped his fingers in the butter again, then moved to her pussy. The second his butter-laden fingers touched her warm, wet pussy, she moaned. “I like the way your mind works.” “And I have a feeling your juices mixed with this butter will be heaven.” Two fingers slid along her slit, spreading the thick confection. Kneeling slightly, he spread her thighs and massaged her clit with his thumb. With a groan, she fell back, letting her shoulders hit the cabinets behind her with a thud. He glanced at her, making sure she hadn’t hurt herself, and what he saw held him spellbound. Her eyes were closed, her swollen lips parted. The pink of her tongue was visible for only a moment as it darted out to lick at her bottom lip. Her face was flushed in desire and when he increased the pressure to her clit her mouth dropped open a little more, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure.

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“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, then leaned down to lick the butter from her pussy. The taste of her milky juice gave the butter a hint of sweet and he moaned, sliding his tongue deeper into her channel. “Oh, yes,” she sighed and gripped his hair, pulling him closer. He could feel the tiny throbs inside her vagina against his tongue. He knew she was close. Pulling away, he grabbed her around the waist and dropped into the chair behind him. “Hurry, Nicole. Take me inside that hot pussy of yours.” Her legs straddled his, the mouth of her pussy resting at the tip of his cock. He gripped her waist and tugged her down his length. He squeezed his eyes closed as her vagina held him tight. She felt like hot lava, her pussy walls rippling along his engorged length. He began to work them in a rhythm he knew would send her over the edge. Fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulder and he leaned forward to bite at hers. God, she felt so good as her walls tightened around him further, milking the very life from him. With a shout, they both came, her walls spasming around his cock as he spilled his seed deep within her. His arms shook with his release as they snaked around her and held her tight. Nicole’s warm breath fanned his neck as she slowly came back down from her release and the throbs against his shaft subsided. “I love you, Nikki,” he whispered. “I love your cooking lessons.” He laughed and held her tight, never wanting to let her go.

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fireplace took center stage. Nicole had told him that on more than one chilly night guests had gathered around the warmth of the flames for small, impromptu orgies. Now the weather was warm and guests mingled in little or nothing, no one the least bit shy about touching each other or even themselves. One man sat in the corner, reclining in an oversized chair. Two women knelt before him, both of their lips and tongues working his cock. Jaimee’s twitched in response and his chest rumbled with a growl of aggravation. He’d spent two years at Fantasy Bar seducing Nicole and still images like that turned him on. “Interesting place,” he mumbled in Nicole’s ear and a mischievous grin crossed her features. “Anything you could ever want to experience is here. Just tell the workers at the front desk what you’re looking for and they’ll arrange it.” Jaimee nodded toward an interesting threesome that had started on the far side of the room near the patio. “I wouldn’t mind that.” A woman sat between a man’s legs, her back against his chest. His palms held her thighs wide while another woman licked at her pussy. “That man has a hell of a view,” Jaimee teased. Nicole shrugged. “If you like that sort of thing.” Jaimee studied her and didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes. “So are you saying you wouldn’t like for some woman to lick your pussy while I watch?” He leaned in closer and her eyes darkened a shade in desire. “And then you could return the favor and lick her while I fuck you from behind.” Her lips twitched adorably as she fought a grin. “Is that why you brought me here? For a threesome?” “Maybe. Or maybe I had something else in mind.” “Like what?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Despite her movement, he didn’t miss the beading of her nipples beneath the thin material of her shirt.

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“You’ll see.” “Nicole,” Kira yelled and they both turned to watch her beautiful friend approach. She enveloped Nicole in a hug, and for a second Jaimee imagined the three of them entangled. But only for a second. He knew Jerrod would never allow it. He was extremely possessive of Kira. “Honey, you look wonderful,” Kira said with a smile. Nicole glanced at Jaimee and he shook his head slightly. He knew she wanted to tell Kira, but he couldn’t let her. It was too risky. “You haven’t met Ethan yet, have you?” Nicole asked. “No.” Kira turned her sharp green eyes toward him and he inwardly cringed. The woman didn’t miss much and he could tell by the way she studied him with narrowed eyes that her mind was running full steam. “It’s nice to meet you, Ethan. Is Nicole treating you well?” “She’s a slave driver.” “I’m just doing what I was told to do.” Jaimee snorted. “With relish.” Kira’s gaze moved between him and Nicole. She knew something was up. “If you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to head over to the counter and see what this place has available that looks interesting.” Nicole watched him walk away, her attention glued to his tight ass. She wasn’t able to meet Kira’s gaze and more than anything, she hated lying to her friend. “You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” Kira’s quiet voice was full of concern and Nicole spun to face her, wanting desperately to put her friend at ease. “It was a stupid thing, I know, and I’m not even sure how it happened. It just…” She stopped, unable to explain it. “Are you okay?” 79

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“Yes. I’m fine.” At Kira’s doubtful look, Nicole smiled and touched her arm. “I’m fine. I promise.” Her friend nodded and Nicole turned back to Jaimee, who leaned against the counter, his gaze scanning the list of available fantasies. “He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Nicole asked. “Yes. But there’s something about him. You know?” Nicole swallowed. “Like what?” “I don’t know.” Kira shrugged. “It’s probably nothing. I guess I’m just overly worried about you. I know how much you loved Jaimee and how hard it was for you to trust him.” “And then I go and sleep with a complete stranger?” Kira remained silent, staring as though she wanted to read Nicole’s soul. “If you need me, you know where I am.” Nicole’s lips tilted slightly. “I know.” Stepping closer, Nicole embraced Kira and placed a kiss on her cheek. Kira returned the kiss and brushed a piece of hair from Nicole’s eyes. That’s how Jaimee found them, and he smiled devilishly. “The two of you look good together. Shall I reserve a corner for the three of us?” Nicole slapped at his shoulder, making him laugh. “Kira and I don’t do that with each other.” “What a shame,” he purred playfully. “Isn’t that just like a man?” Kira returned. “He sees two women being affectionate and automatically his libido skips right into overdrive.” “Ms. Scollin?” Kira smiled at the approaching desk clerk. “Yes?” “Your husband has requested you join him in the cellar. He’s doing inventory and needs your help.” 80

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“Sure he does,” Kira murmured, making the clerk grin. “You love it and you know it,” Nicole teased with a jab to Kira’s ribs. “I love him,” Kira said with a grin. Turning to the clerk, she added. “Give them whatever they want.” “As always,” the clerk replied as she placed a small key onto Jaimee’s outstretched palm. “What’s that?” Nicole asked once Kira was out of earshot. “How did the chat with Kira go?” Nicole placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “What are you up to?” His lips pursed as he thought for a moment. “Oh, about six foot three.” “Stop,” she snapped. Jaimee chuckled and pulled her along behind him. “Stop what?” he asked innocently. “Evading my question. What are you up to?” He stopped to face her, his eyes darkening and raking over her in a most sensual manner. One that made her heart skip in her chest. “I’m up to showing you a good time.” “Really?” “Yes. Now, how did the chat with Kira go?” “It went well. Our secret is still safe, at least for now.” “Until you tell her?” he asked with a sideways grin. “More like until she figures it out on her own. She guessed I was sleeping with you.” His fingers feathered down her back and over the curve of her hip. The heat of his touch scorched her through the thin material of her skirt. “It’s almost over. I promise. But what I have in mind for you this afternoon. Well…that’s just beginning.”

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Nicole’s stomach flipped wondering just what it was he had in mind. After two years at Fantasy Bar, there wasn’t a whole lot the two of them hadn’t done, so she was intrigued that he could come up with something new. “Not even a hint?” “Not yet. Maybe after lunch.”

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Chapter Ten “Jerrod,” Kira called as she stepped down into the wine cellar. The cool air made her shiver and she crossed her arms, hugging herself to stay warm. “I’m over here, gorgeous.” His voice came from the back, so she wove her way through the numerous shelves ‘til she found him in the far corner. He looked so cute in his casual sandals, loose-fitting tan pants and the thin white cotton shirt. He had it untucked, the ends covering his hips, but she didn’t need to actually see his ass to know he had a great one. With a sigh, she turned her mind from her husband’s hard body to what she needed to speak with him about. “Have you seen Ethan?” He glanced at her over his shoulder, his eyebrow raised in question. “No. Why?” “I think you should. There’s something about him. It’s the eyes.” A sideways grin twitched the corner of his lips. “Are they familiar or evil?” Kira crossed her arms and glared. “I’m serious, Jerrod.” Setting his scanner down, he turned and took her hands in his. The cellar was cold so his warm fingers felt good as they wrapped around hers. “What’s really bothering you, Kira?” He brought her knuckles to his lips and kissed them, sending shivers of desire down her spine. It never ceased to amaze her just how crazy he could get her with a single touch. “Nicole and Ethan came by.” “And?” he asked as his teeth nipped at her middle finger. Closing her eyes, she tried to get control of the raging need he brought out in her. “I don’t know,” she sighed with a shrug.

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“It’s just his eyes.” Jerrod raised an eyebrow, amusement shining in his sapphire eyes. “Jerrod, don’t you think it’s strange that Jaimee died in an explosion and then Ethan was also injured about the same time? With burns no less. None of this seems too coincidental to you?” “Honey, we were both at the funeral with Nicole. We saw them put his body in the ground. He’s dead.” “Couldn’t they have faked that?” “For what reason?” he asked with a shrug. “What’s the reason that Ethan is here? They want the killers to think he’s still dead. Think about it.” Jerrod let go of her hands and settled his fists on his hips with a sigh. “Kira, baby, you’re grasping at straws, and for God’s sake don’t say anything about this to Nicole.” “I wasn’t planning on it,” she replied with indignation. His warm palms rubbed up and down her arms, warming the flesh beneath his touch. “I’m sorry, baby, but we have to be realistic. Jaimee’s dead no matter how much you want him not to be.” “I know I’m right about this. He has Jaimee’s eyes, and I can’t believe Nicole hasn’t seen it.” “Maybe she has but unlike you…” He smiled. “She’s not prone to fantasy.” Kira narrowed her eyes at him. “That’s not funny, Jerrod.” He chuckled and tipped her chin up with his finger. “You know I love you. And for you, I’ll look into this. Okay?” “Promise?” she asked, hope filling her heart. She was right this. She just knew it. “I promise.” He softly kissed her lips. “But you’re going to owe me big time for this.” “I always pay my debts,” she replied with a grin. 84

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***** Jaimee drew Nicole to one of the three restaurants at the resort, determined to make her wait for the surprise he had planned for her. Several months ago she’d told him of a fantasy she’d always wanted to tackle, but had been too afraid to. After her abusive relationships, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it. But Jaimee was determined to go slowly and show her that being bound could be more fun than terrifying. After ordering their meal, they waited patiently for the food. Couples all around them engaged in various acts, from just eating quietly to eating the food off each other or anyone else who decided to join in. The images were extremely erotic and if he made it through lunch without throwing Nicole on the table and fucking her, he’d be amazed. Glancing down, he ran his fingers over the soft satin of her royal blue skirt. The muscles of her thighs bunched beneath his hands as he moved them higher, sliding her skirt up with them and exposing the smooth tan flesh of her thighs. “Are all the restaurants here like this one?” he asked as he fingered the soft tissue on the inside of her knee. She cleared her throat and smiled slightly. “Like this one how?” He looked around at all the couples and small groups. Only one was actually having intercourse. The rest were engaged in various acts of foreplay. Most incorporated food in some way, as well as the various toys that were lying around, and Jaimee came up with a few ideas of his own for Nicole. “All the…entertainment,” he said for a lack of a better word. Nicole laughed and his chest tightened. He loved to hear her laugh and he hadn’t lately. “Most, yes. This restaurant is one of three, each features food from different sectors of the galaxy. There are a few times they require clothing, but it’s for something special and it’s rare. For the most part this place is just how you see it. Wild, free and totally uninhibited.” The waiter walked over and placed crystal glasses before them filled with vigasinah. Jaimee picked up the glass and studied the neon green liquid. “Ms. Kira requested you 85

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have that with lunch,” the waiter offered with a slight grin then nodded toward the bar. Kira smiled and raised a matching glass of vigasinah. Jaimee returned the salute, then leaned in to whisper to Nicole. “Now what do you suppose that friend of yours is up to?” “She’s just being Kira,” Nicole said with a grin. He placed a soft kiss on her temple before taking a sip of the cold liquid. Despite the cool temperature, it burned going down, warming his chest and stomach. Wow. Too many of these and they’d have to carry him back to the room. “What is this?” “It’s a drink from Miganah. It’s pretty potent.” She leaned close and slid her fingers up the inside of his thigh. “And considered quite the aphrodisiac.” He quirked an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Really?” “Really. It’s very popular here. A few of these and you could go all night.” “Baby, I don’t need this to go all night with you.” He playfully nipped at her lower lip before holding the glass to her lips. She opened, allowing the green liquid to enter her mouth and slide down her throat. Her smoldering gaze never left his and the love they felt for each other hung between them like something tangible, something they could grab and hold between them forever. “Your appetizers, sir.” The waiter placed a small plate before them, loaded with fried shrimp from Earth and stuffed halifrap from Meenus Prime. Reaching for one, Nicole took it and settled it before his mouth. Opening his lips, he allowed her to place it on his tongue, then he silently chewed as he repeated the gesture for her. Feeling naughty, Jaimee slid his hand up the inside of her legs, cupping her warm, wet sex with his palm. Nicole moaned and shifted slightly, allowing him better access. Parting her labia, he slid his finger up along her slit, paying close attention to her sensitive nub. “Jaimee,” she sighed.

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Removing his hand, he licked at his wet knuckles. “Good, but I think this will be even better.” With a mischievous smile, he took one of the small shrimp and pushed it just inside her vagina. Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?” “Having a little of you with my lunch,” he whispered in her ear as he removed the shrimp and placed it on his tongue. He closed his eyes and moaned. “Mmmm. That’s nice.” “You are so bad,” she giggled. “And you are so wet. Do you want me, Nikki?” he purred in her ear as his fingers continued to fondle her sex. “You have no idea,” she groaned. The waiter refilled their glasses of the potent drink and Jaimee grabbed his arm, stopping him. Standing Jaimee whispered a request in his ear. The waiter nodded, then moved to fill his request. Nicole stared at him questioning. “You’ll see,” he said. A few moments later the waiter returned and handed Jaimee a vibrator. Nicole’s lips opened into an “o” and then smiled. “Is that for me?” “Yep. Stand up, my pet.” “Here?” she asked with a grin, then glanced around. “Look around you, Nicole.” He waived his hand with a chuckle. “What I’m about to do is tame compared to what else is going on. This place is a variable smorgasbord for the voyeur.” She stood before him and straddled his thighs, giving him ample room to reach her pussy. He glanced around her hip and knew no one would pay them any attention. They were too busy fucking or licking their own partners to care what he and Nicole did.

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His palms slid up the outside of her thighs and over her tight ass. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his touch, her flesh slightly flushed from arousal and the unusual drink they’d consumed. Slowly, he moved the vibrator along her slit, teasing her swollen nub. She moaned and placed her hands on his shoulders for support. He could smell her sweet juices, could feel the warmth as it coated his fingers and his cock hardened instantly. It would be so easy to pull her onto his lap and bury himself inside her, but he wanted to make her wait and tease her to the point of pain. With the head of the vibrator, he teased her opening, gently sliding it forward before retreating. She bent her knees slightly, trying to take it farther inside her. Jaimee pulled back, not allowing the toy to go too far. “You’re such a tease,” she groaned as he slid the tip of the toy around her clit. “I’m nowhere near done, baby. This isn’t for your pussy, despite how much you want it there.” “It isn’t?” Her lower lips stuck out in a pout. “No.” He shook his head, his lips twitching. Having lubricated the toy with her juices, he slid it to the tight rosebud opening of her anus. Her lips parted on a gasp as he gently slid the toy into place, filling her. Her fingers gripped his shoulders and her eyes slid closed as he slowly moved it in and out. Nudging her skirt up with his nose, he licked at her clit. Her whole body shuddered and her hold on his flesh tightened. Pulling away from her, he settled her skirt back down and motioned for her to take the seat next to him, the toy still planted firmly in her ass. Nicole could have killed him right here. How could he leave her hanging like that? Damn man. “Oh you’re going to pay for that,” she whispered. “Do you need relief, my pet?” he teased. “You know damn good and well I do,” she snarled, making Jaimee chuckle. “Be a good girl and maybe before lunch is over I’ll give you a little.”

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Every muscle in her body shook with the need to orgasm. God, she’d been so close, and judging by the smirk on his face, he knew it. Shifting, she tried to find a comfortable position with the vibrator inserted. The fullness only intensified her need to be fucked. Would he do it with the dildo in place? Just the very thought made the walls of her vagina spasm in pleasure. The waiter set a steaming plate of food before her, but Nicole couldn’t eat. She was too turned on, too needy. Shooting a glance at Jaimee, she watched as he slowly chewed his food, taking his time with every bite. His lips spread into a sensual smile as he met her gaze. “Not eating? You’ll need your strength.” Her eyes narrowed, making his grin widen. “You’re a wicked man.” He laughed and leaned closer, placing a bite of Norgan veal against her lips. She opened them, allowing him to slip it inside. As she chewed, the spicy flavor of the meat filled her mouth and she sighed. “That is so good.” “I know. It tastes almost as good as you do.” She smiled as an idea came to her. “I think that maybe I didn’t start out with the right appetizer.” “No? Is there something else you want?” Jaimee watched her in amusement then pure lust as she settled between his knees and freed his engorged shaft. “Now who’s the naughty one?” he purred as her tongue flicked across the purple head, licking away his salty pre-cum. Closing her eyes, she slowly enveloped him in her mouth, taking his cock as deep as she could. His fingers buried in her hair and she relaxed her throat, swallowing him. He groaned and pushed his hips up, meeting her mouth in a fast rhythm. Her jaws began to ache as they tried to accommodate his girth, but she didn’t care. She wanted to taste him, feel his cock jerk in her mouth as his seed spilled down her

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throat. With a moan, she teased the purple head with her tongue and moved her other hand to fondle his tight balls and the sensitive spot just behind them. “Damn, Nicole,” Jaimee groaned as he jerked, filling her mouth full of his hot semen. She licked at it, making sure to get every drop that spewed forth, then gently calmed him with slow strokes along his length. With a grin, he tugged her up by the hair and claimed her mouth in a deep, wild kiss. Breaking the kiss, he nipped at her chin playfully. “I say we get this food to go.”

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Chapter Eleven Nicole followed Jaimee into a room filled with scented candles and soft lights. There were no windows in this room, only rich burgundy walls, a single bed, and… Nicole’s breathing increased in trepidation as she noticed the straps hanging from the ceiling at the foot of the bed. Her eyes widened as she glanced at Jaimee. Is this what he had in mind? Bondage? “Jaimee, I…I’m not sure I can do this.” Her hands shook as she took a tiny step back toward the door. “You can do this,” he whispered in her ear, his hands gently massaging her shoulders. “Look how far you’ve come.” “I know,” she sighed, trying to calm her racing heart. “I’ve seen you watch the bondage fantasies at the bar. Despite your past, they intrigued you.” She nodded and swallowed hard. He was right. They had intrigued her. It was the one fantasy she’d never done, but was also the one fantasy she wanted most to try. But now that the opportunity was staring her in the face, she wasn’t so sure she could go through with it. “Do you want us to leave?” Jaimee whispered. “It’s okay if you’re not ready, honey.” Jaimee slid his palms up her arms and across her shoulders. Her eyes remained glued to the bindings that hung from the ceiling. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, preparing herself to jump off that cliff and give all of herself to the man she loved. And trusted. “I don’t want to leave,” she whispered.

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His fingers worked loose the buttons at the back of her dress. The cool air hit her back, making goose bumps rise along her flesh. What was she so worried about? This was Jaimee. He would never hurt her. With a slow, gentle touch he pushed her dress off her shoulders. It fell to pool around her feet where she kicked it aside, leaving just her high-heeled sandals on her feet and the dildo still in her ass. Coming around to the front of her, he took her hand in his and tugged her to stand under the bindings. He kissed her palm then held it high, gently securing the strap around her wrist. At the sound of the lock sliding into place, she flinched and swallowed a lump of sudden fear. “You know I would never hurt you, Nicole,” he said quietly. She nodded, unsure she could speak past the quickly rising combination of fear and desire. He walked around her to the other side, his fingers slowly working a path along her flesh. She shivered as he lifted the other arm. Before clicking the lock into place, he studied her, his eyes boring intently into hers. Her breasts were pushed upward, her body resting on the balls of her feet. She could feel her skin prickle with battling emotions. “If you need me to stop, Nikki, say ‘Mirage’ and I’ll stop. Understand?” “Yes,” she whispered. “Do you want me to continue?” “Yes,” she sighed. This time when the lock clicked into place, she didn’t flinch. She watched as he backed away from her and removed his clothing. His milky flesh reflected the light of the candles, making it shimmer. She licked her lips as her gaze traveled lower, taking in his slim hips and his thick shaft, which once again stood proudly. If he didn’t hurry up and touch her she would surely die. He reached behind him, onto the bed, and picked up a flogger, swinging it slowly in front of his lower stomach. Nicole’s breath lodged in her throat.

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He walked closer and brushed the material of the flogger along her sensitive flesh. It was soft, not leather like she’d initially thought. His eyes never leaving hers, he flicked it, letting it slap against the side of her hip. At first she startled, but then realized the slight sting added to her already heightened desire. It felt good and she wanted him to do it again. He moved to the other side and flicked again, this time hitting her ass just a little harder. She gasped as her muscles clamped around the vibrator, sending shots of pleasure up her spine. “It’s not what you thought, is it?” “No,” she gulped as he slapped the flogger against her side, causing it to wrap around her just under her rib cage. Every inch of her body was now on fire. Her distended nipples ached for his touch, the flick of his tongue. Her pussy pulsed and juices poured from her core to run down the inside of her thigh. Another flick, this one catching her at the side of her breast, and she whimpered, biting down on her lower lip. Every sting of the toy sent pleasure skimming through her in a way she never imagined. Moving behind her, he tugged at the vibrator, moving it in slow, gentle strokes that sent her reeling. One hand moved around to cup her breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching the nipples gently, coaxing a moan from deep in her chest. She tried to move her hips with him, but she was helpless in her position and completely at his mercy. The very idea brought her close to climax and she groaned when Jaimee stopped, once again settling the vibrator deep within her and stepping away. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need you, Jaimee. I need you to fuck me.” “In time,” he whispered before flicking her again with the flogger. With each slap he moved closer to her front, his gaze locked onto her aching breasts. Bending down, he circled one hard nipple with the tip of his tongue before sliding across it and engulfing the tip of her breast in his mouth to suckle her.

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Her head fell back, her eyes closed tightly. Every muscle in her body quaked in ecstasy as his teeth nipped and pulled at her flesh. Pulling on the straps that held her wrists above her head, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him to her. “Damn it, Jaimee,” she sighed and rubbed her clit against the muscles of his stomach. If he didn’t take her now, she’d die from wanting. Settling his hands beneath her hips, he resettled her against his straining cock. With one long stroke, he buried himself balls-deep, both of them shouting at the pure pleasure the sensation caused. His cock coupled with the vibrator sent her over the edge and she bucked against him, trying to take him even deeper. Jaimee groaned, attempting to hold her hips still. “God, Nicole. With that vibrator in there, you’re too tight. I’m not going to last long.” “But it feels so good. Please, Jaimee, don’t stop.” He pushed upward, hitting her womb over and over. She screamed as her release hit, the muscles of both channels gripping and pulsing around the two invading rods. She and Jaimee had done ménages before at the bar more than once, but none of those times was like this. The feeling was so intense she faded, her vision blurring. With one final stroke, Jaimee fell with her, the cry at his own orgasm bouncing off the walls and drowning out her sighs. She sagged against him, her arms no longer able to hold her weight. Keeping one arm around her waist, he removed the shackles and laid her on the bed. She was so drained she barely felt him remove the vibrator and settle behind her, his arms holding her tight.

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breasts and exposed them, her rosy nipples dark against the alabaster complexion of her skin. With the tip of his finger he circled around the areola, watching as the nipple hardened. Moving lower, he brushed down her stomach and between her legs. She shifted and moaned, letting her legs fall open. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing still slow and even. But he couldn’t pass up such a delectable invitation. Settling between her legs, he breathed deep of her honey scent. He would never tire of this. Never get enough. Moving closer, he slowly slid his tongue along her slit. Her legs jerked and he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, soothing her. With one hand beneath each hip, he lifted her to his seeking tongue. A soft moan tore from her throat and her fingers clenched in the sheets by her side. “Jaimee?” she sighed. His answer was to flick his tongue across her clit, making her gasp. “Oh, yes.” With more patience than he dreamed he had, he continued to sip at her juices, which ran between the cheeks of her ass to the mattress beneath her. Her body undulated with his movements and he took his cue from her, licking harder and faster or slowing down and gentling the pressure. Going slow was his favorite. He loved how she moaned and pleaded for him to not stop. He kept her so close to the edge for so long when she finally did come, she shook from head to toe. “Oh God,” she gulped. “That’s a hell of a way to wake up.” Jaimee chuckled and settled his weight on his elbows, his eyes smiling down into hers. “There’s more where that came from.”

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Uh-oh, Kira thought to herself. This doesn’t look good. “What’s going on? They said you needed to see me right away.” He turned to her, his eyes clouded with worry, and her gut clenched. “What’s wrong?” “You were right about Ethan. He’s Jaimee.” “What?” She smiled, her heart soaring for her friend. “That’s wonderful news. How did you find out?” “I confronted Brett. Damn, I could kill him for this. He should never have kept me in the dark.” “Is there a problem?” she asked in growing trepidation. “One of the men Jaimee saw kill Shoranda was seen getting off a transport earlier this morning.” “Here?” Kira gasped. Jerrod nodded with a sigh. “Brett’s on his way, he’s five minutes from here. That should give us a jump on them. Also, call the front desk and tell Marcus to start clearing out the main floors. Make up some excuse other than the truth. I don’t want the guests caught in the crossfire, if there is any.” Brett stepped into the room, his eyes narrowed in fury, four other officers behind him. “How the hell did they find out about this?” “Your guess is as good as mine,” Jerrod said as he pulled two guns from a locked drawer and placed them in the holster under his jacket. His eyes narrowed at the four guards who had come in with Brett. “They’ve been briefed.” Jerrod nodded, but said nothing more. “We need a plan. Let them in here?” Brett asked. Jerrod nodded. “We’ll get Jaimee. Maybe if they see us escorting him they’ll go after us instead of Nicole.” 96

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“What makes you think they’re after Nicole?” “Dax called.” Brett began. “Jaimee’s grave was dug up. My guess is they heard a rumor, tested the body we used, then when they found out it wasn’t Jaimee, tracked Nicole here. It was common knowledge she and Jaimee had a thing. I think they want to use her as bait.” Kira’s gut clenched. “Oh, God. How did they find out Nicole was Mirage?” Turning, she kicked off her high heels and grabbed the spare pair of flat scandals she kept in Jerrod’s office and quickly slipped them on her feet. “We found out one of the men used to be an agent, so he has ways of figuring things out.” “What agent?” Jerrod snapped. Brett shrugged with a sigh. “Apparently he was an assassin that turned on the Senate several years ago. They left him on Dellon 5, but somehow he escaped and he’s been trying to get at Kimpak for years.” Jerrod shook his head in disgust then glanced at Kira’s shoes before narrowing his eyes narrowed in anger. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” “With you.” “No,” he stated firmly. Kira stood in anger, her hands fisting at her hips. “What do you mean ‘no’?” Jerrod turned back to Brett. “You go ahead and get Jaimee.” He glanced at Kira and raised his eyebrow. “Where are they?” “Room 276,” she said. “I’ll get them.” Brett nodded. He and the four men left the room. “I’m right behind you.” Turning to Kira, he put his finger under her chin and forced her to meet his pleading stare. “Listen to me, Kira. I know you want to help.”

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She opened her lips to speak, but he put his finger over them to silence her. “You are my life,” he whispered. “If anything were to happen to you, I couldn’t go on. Please promise me that you’ll stay here.” Her heart swelled at the love and worry in his gaze. Swallowing down a lump, she nodded. “I’ll stay.” Placing a soft kiss against her lips, he turned to leave the room, but shouted over his shoulder before shutting the door, “Don’t forget to call Marcus.” Wrapping her arms around herself, she shook off a wave of sudden fear. Not just for Nicole, but for all of them, especially Jerrod.

***** “Do you even know what the woman looks like?” Vorash asked as they loaded into the rented runner that would take them to Fantasy Resort. It was fifty kilometers away on the coastline of Forshan, the most tropical area of Portakin 3. “I know what she looks like,” Caric replied with a nasty grin. “I’ve seen her in the bar. Sexy little bitch.” “Forget it, Caric. You’re not fucking her. We’re here for one purpose and that’s to set a trap for the good doctor,” Loranis said with a sneer. Caric sneered back, but remained silent. “Why the hell didn’t we stick around and make sure he was dead?” Vorash mumbled. “Who the hell would have thought he would survive that explosion?” Loranis snapped. “Just be glad we overheard that Jackson person telling Dax that Jaimee was actually alive when they pulled him from the swamp. Otherwise we would still be clueless. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that myself. The Senate is notorious for using transients to fake someone’s death.”

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Chapter Twelve Nicole smiled at Jaimee as she slipped her dress over her head. Last night had been incredible. The things he’d done she never dreamed of being able to go through with, but she hadn’t been afraid with him. For the first time in her life, she felt free. Walking over to where he stood, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. With a moan, he pulled her closer and held her tight. “What was that for?” He grinned down at her, his eyes shining with love. “For just being you.” He brushed her hair away from her face and placed a soft kiss against her forehead. “Tell me you love me,” he whispered. “I love you.” Just as his lips were about to touch hers, the door burst open and hit the wall behind it with a bang. Nicole squealed and turned to stare wide-eyed at Jerrod and Brett. “What the hell’s going on?” Jaimee demanded. “They’re here.” Brett said as he stepped forward and grabbed Nicole’s arm, pulling her away from Jaimee. “What are you doing? Who’s here?” “Sergeant, take her to Jerrod’s office with Kira, then stand guard.” “Yes, sir.” “Wait.” Nicole struggled to get free of his grip and turned to look at Jaimee’s worried expression. “Go with him, Nicole,” Jaimee said sternly as he turned to take the gun Jerrod held out to him. 99

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“What’s going on?” she demanded of the man dragging her down the hall. “The men that are after Ethan are here.” “Oh, God,” she sighed, her heart lodging in her throat.

***** Loranis heard someone approach and quickly shoved the other two men behind an open door. “Don’t you think it was a little too easy getting in here?” Caric asked. “Quiet,” Vorash snapped and motioned toward the crack in the door and the couple approaching. “That’s her,” Caric whispered as they watched the officer pull Nicole behind him. They remained behind a partially open door, trying to see where he was taking her. “Did he say Ethan?” Loranis asked with a frown. “Ethan’s Jaimee, I’d bet my life on it. So this is where they’ve been hiding the son of a bitch. Follow him, Caric. We might need her. Loranis and I will go after Jaimee.” Caric smiled as he slowly stepped out into the hallway.

***** “How did they find out?” Jaimee demanded. “We’re not sure,” Brett sighed. The six of them slowly made their way down the corridor. Jerrod and Brett in the front, the three guards in the back and Jaimee in the middle. “So what now?” Jaimee snapped. “Try to get out of this in one piece,” Jerrod said, throwing him a sideways grin over his shoulder. “What about the women?” “They’re safely locked away in my office. No one can get in without a passcode.”

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Jaimee’s grip on his gun tightened as they came to the grand salon, a two-story great room with a balcony that overlooked the main level. They would cross the room on the lower level, which meant they would be sitting ducks to someone above them. “Is there another way to the main entrance?” Brett asked as he surveyed the upper level. “Not from this end.” “We’d have a better shot of this outside.” “Where are you taking me, anyway?” Jaimee asked. “Well, we’re not really taking you anywhere,” Jerrod replied. “Excuse me?” Jaimee narrowed his eyes. Jerrod outweighed him in muscle by a good seventy pounds or more, but that didn’t stop the anger from rising in his chest. “You’re using me as bait?” “Yeah,” Jerrod and Brett replied in unison. “Son of a bitch! You know, the three of us need to work on our communication.” “If we make it out of this,” Brett snickered, “that will be the first thing on the agenda.” Jaimee turned and pointed a finger at Brett, but the scathing put-down he was about to say was stopped short. “Enough, both of you,” Jerrod snapped. “We don’t have time for this. The two of you can kill each other later.” Nodding his head, Jaimee cocked the pistol he carried, his eyes scanning the room ahead. “So you deliberately let them in here, hoping they would try to get me.” “We believe they were initially after Nicole, but we’re hoping they’ll see us escorting you and go after us instead.” “Risky,” Jaimee snarled. “Yeah, but if we’re lucky, effective.” Jerrod grinned. “And if we’re unlucky?” Jaimee asked, raising an eyebrow. 101

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“We’re not going to be unlucky,” Jerrod answered pointedly. “Keep positive.” “Let’s do this. It’s now or never, I guess,” Brett sighed. Motioning with his hand to move forward, the six of them made their way toward the glass doors on the other side of the room. It was empty, the usual crowd moved to a safer location in the building. It seemed strange, seeing it so empty when just yesterday it was packed full of people. Just as they passed the halfway point, a shot rang out from the upper level. Heat seared the back of Jaimee’s shoulder as a laser shot grazed his upper back. “Damn it,” he snapped and ducked behind a chair. “You all right?” Jerrod asked as he crouched behind a chair next to him. A shot hit the wooden edge, splintering it. The shards rained down on him and he bent his head to keep them out of his face. “Yeah, I’m fine. It just grazed me,” Jaimee answered and then ducked as well as another shot hit his chair. Glancing behind Jerrod, he noticed Brett and two of the guards behind a sofa. One of the guards had been shot and remained motionless on the floor. Glancing at his back, he could see he was still breathing. “He’s still alive,” he said to Jerrod and motioned his head toward the fallen guard. Jerrod looked as well and let out a curse. “Cover me,” he said and as Jaimee and Brett fired toward the balcony, Jerrod made a run for the guard, dragging him with him behind the chair. Jaimee quickly examined the wound, making sure it wasn’t life-threatening. It had hit the man’s shoulder but it looked like he may have hit his head as he went down. Blood seeped from an open wound at his temple. “He’ll be okay for now, but he’ll need attention soon,” Jaimee said to Jerrod, who nodded in understanding.

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A shout was heard from the upper level and Jaimee glanced around the edge of his hiding spot to see one of the men fall to the floor below. “One down.” “Two to go,” Brett answered back. Jerrod shook his head. “There’s only two up there. There’s only two guns firing.” “How they hell can you tell that?” one of the guards snapped. Brett sighed. “They’re using lasers, we’re not. They sound different.” “Then where’s the third?” Jaimee asked, dread filling his chest. “The women,” Jerrod murmured. Fear gripped Jaimee’s chest. Nicole. He couldn’t let anything happen to her. Standing, he scanned the balcony for the figure he’d seen earlier. “Jaimee, get the fuck down,” Jerrod snapped. Jaimee shook his head as he continued to look for him. No one was firing. Had he left? Finally, he found him. He sat close to the edge, his fingers frantically fiddling with his gun, which had apparently jammed. “I got you, you son of a bitch.” The man looked up just in time to see Jaimee fire his gun, hitting him point-blank between the eyes. Brett shook his head. “You’re either braver than hell or dumber than shit.” “I just want to get to Nicole.” With that he turned and ran in the direction of Jerrod’s office. “Take care of him,” Jerrod said to one of the remaining officers, pointing toward the injured man, and took off after Jaimee, Brett close on his heels.

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lava, usually rendering the victim unconscious regardless of where you shot him. A perfect gun for her since you didn’t have to be a good shot. “Why on earth did I agree to stay here?” she murmured to herself. She could be out there helping them. And where was Nicole? The light on the door panel turned green, and she tensed. Glancing toward the desk, she realized she was too far away to get to the gun in time. “Kira?” Nicole’s voice made her sigh in relief and she started for the door. “Nicole, are you—” A shot was fired from the hallway and the guard behind Kira lurched into the room. Nicole turned to see what had happened and a man stepped forward, backhanding her across the face. She yelped and fell sideways onto the floor. Kira quickly stepped closer to the wall and picked up the heavy brass candlestick resting on a small side table. The man hadn’t seen her yet, and she took a second to look at Nicole. She was struggling to stand, a moan slipping past her lips. The man walked over to Nicole, and as quietly as possible Kira crept up behind him. With as much power as she had, she swung the candlestick, hitting him in the back of the head. He fell to the floor with a groan and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Running to Nicole, she tried to help her stand, but was pulled up by her hair. She squealed as pain raced through her scalp. “Kira,” Nicole shouted as the man threw her across the room toward Jerrod’s desk. Nicole struggled to get away, but her mind was still foggy from the blow. He pulled her up roughly by the collar of her dress, her feet dangling off the ground. “Let me down,” she sneered. She fought off waves of fear and unwanted memories. She’d sworn she’d never let another man do this to her. She had to keep her wits about her. “Such a pretty little thing you are,” he purred.

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His nasty breath brushed across her face and she winced, her nostrils flaring. “Oh, God. You stink. Let me down!” His eyes narrowed dangerously and fear gripped Nicole’s chest. “All in due time, wench.” Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Kira going for the gun. Blood roared through her ears as she tried to think of something to do. Raising her hand, she pressed her thumb into his eye socket. He yelled as her thumb pressed deeper, pushing his eye back into his head. “You bitch!” He dropped her and Nicole crouched on the floor, giving Kira a clear shot. Kira fired and with a yell, he fell back. His screams echoed throughout the room as the burner bullet burned him from the inside out. Kira ran over and helped Nicole to her feet, engulfing her in a hug. “Are you okay?” they asked in unison. Jaimee burst through the door, almost tripping over the guard on the floor. “Nicole,” he sighed when he noticed her by the desk. Running over, he pulled her into his arms. Nicole held tight, her eyes clenched shut to ward off the tears that threatened. “Thank God you’re okay,” he whispered. “Kira?” Jerrod yelled as he too came barreling through the door. Kira launched herself into his arms. “Don’t you ever leave me alone again. Do you hear me?” she sobbed. “I don’t know,” Brett teased as he surveyed the damage. “Looks like you ladies can take care of yourselves.” “If it’s all the same,” Nicole said from the safety of Jaimee’s arms, “I think I’d rather be protected.” “Me, too,” Kira sighed, still not releasing her hold on Jerrod.

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Leaning over the fallen officer, Brett felt for a pulse. “He’s still alive, call for a medic transport,” Brett said to the other officer standing in the doorway. Moving to the man who’d attacked the women, Brett nudged him with his boot, causing him to moan. “I’ll be damned. He’s still alive as well.” “Give me two minutes,” Jaimee sneered. Brett shot him a scowl. “This one will stand trial. You worry about her, let me handle this one.”

***** Nicole sat on a wicker sofa watching the guards load the bodies into a transport bound for Meenus Prime. Jaimee sat next to her, applying a cold compress to her cheek, which had begun to swell. “Better?” he asked. She nodded, her lips lifting into a small smile. It hurt to do any more than that. “Well, looks like we’re all set,” Brett said as he came to stand next to Jerrod and Kira. “I’m sorry you were left out of the loop, Jerrod.” Jerrod scowled. “Just know that in the future, if you want my help again, you’ll tell me everything.” Brett nodded. “Fair enough. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” He glanced around then turned back to Jerrod with a grin. “Interesting place you have here. I’ll have to come back and check it out a little more.” “I’ll save you a room.” He nodded, then turned to Jaimee. For a moment they just stared at one another, lost in silent battle. Nicole sighed and removed the cold compress. “Will the two of you just knock it off? Shake hands,” she demanded.

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Brett snorted and Jaimee laughed. “I guess we better do as she says,” Brett said with a grin and held out his hand. Jaimee stood and accepted it. “Take care, Brett.” “I will,” he said and turned to leave. “See you soon, Jerrod.” “We’ll be here,” he replied, then turned a pointed look to Jaimee. “Don’t you think it’s time we got that back looked at?” “Back?” Nicole asked, then pushed Jaimee’s shoulder, making him turn. A large tear went across the back of his shirt and she pulled it apart to see the long, deep burn beneath. “Jaimee,” she gasped. “A few more inches and the laser could have cut your head off.” “But it didn’t, Nicole,” he whispered to her over his shoulder. Her hands began to shake at just how closely she’d come to losing him again. Jaimee grabbed then and held them tight as he turned to face her. “I’m okay.” Bringing her hands up, he kissed them. “See. I’m okay.” She nodded, the tears building in her eyes. “I know. It’s just a delayed reaction, I guess.” Jerrod squeezed her shoulder and handed her a med kit. “Why don’t you take him to the cabin and fix him up?” She took the kit and smiled up at the man she considered a brother. “I will. Thank you, Jerrod.” He smiled and placed a soft kiss to her cheek. Kira walked over as well and kissed her forehead, then smiled at Jaimee. “Take good care of her.” “I will,” he said with a wink. Jerrod placed his hand on the small of Kira’s back to escort her back to the grand salon, which was now in the middle of some much-needed cleanup as the guests quickly trickled back in. “Come on, baby. Let’s go home,” he said as he pulled her to her feet.

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Home, she thought with a grin. It was funny how she now considered this place home. But in her heart, she knew anywhere she went with Jaimee would be home.

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Chapter Thirteen Four weeks later

“Hello? Are you decent?” Kira asked as she stuck her head into the front door of the tiny cabin, a platter of lobster tails from Earth in her hand. “If we weren’t would you join us?” Jaimee teased with a smile from the kitchen. “Watch it, Romeo,” Jerrod replied dryly as he stepped in behind Kira. “What’s the matter, Jerrod? Afraid she’d like me better?” “All right,” Nicole chided as she walked in from the patio. “That’s enough from the two of you.” Jerrod and Jaimee shared a grin. “It’s such a nice day, I thought we could eat outside,” Nicole said as she grabbed the plate of vegetables and a bottle of wine. The four of them headed out to the patio. Jaimee had moved the table beneath the wide umbrella tree, allowing them some shade from the warmer afternoon sun. “Have you heard from Brett?” Jaimee asked as he opened the wine bottle and filled their glasses. “Actually, he arrived here last night.” “And already paired off with someone.” Kira smiled behind her glass of wine. “He bid for a slave.” Nicole raised an eyebrow. “Really? He didn’t seem the type.” Jerrod frowned. “There’s a specific type that buys a slave?” “Well. Not really a type. He just seemed more charming than…” Kira scrunched her nose, struggling to find the right word. “Than a Dom?” Nicole offered.

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“Exactly,” Kira said with a smile. “Well, whatever the reason, he paid a fortune for her. Seemed determined to have her,” Jerrod said. “Maybe she was the woman of his dreams,” Nicole sighed. Jaimee snorted. “Maybe buying a slave was the only way he could get a woman.” “Jaimee,” Nicole scolded. “Brett is a nice-looking man. Any woman would be interested.” “Any woman, huh?” Jaimee scowled. Jerrod chuckled. “Somehow I don’t think that was the right thing to say.” Leaning closer, Nicole placed a soft kiss against his lips. “He has nothing to worry about and he knows it.” With a smile, Jaimee playfully chucked her under the chin. “Before he headed to the auction, Brett told me the man you ladies shot will survive and stand trial.” He inclined his head toward Jaimee. “They’ll need you when it goes to trial.” “I’ll be there,” Jaimee said and reached for one of the lobster tails. “Have you thought about where you’re going from here?” Jerrod asked as he too filled his plate. “The offer of resort physician is still yours if you want it.” “I appreciate the offer, but Nicole and I have talked about it and I’m going to return to Earth and teach at Cambridge. I talked to them last week about coming back.” “England?” Kira asked. “This cabin is yours, so whenever you want to come back, it’s here.” Jaimee smiled. “Thanks, Jerrod. I’m sure we’ll be back often.” “You better be,” Kira grumbled. “Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked Nicole. “I wanted to wait and be sure that’s what we were doing.” “What are you two going to do about the bar?” Jerrod asked.

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“I’ve been thinking about that and I believe we should make Dax a full partner. What do you think?” Nicole asked Kira. She smiled broadly. “I like the idea. He’s been with us since the beginning.” “Speaking of which, have either of you ever seen him participate in the bar?” Jaimee asked. Nicole pursed her lips, thinking back. “No. Now that I think about it, I don’t think I have. Have you, Kira?” Kira shook her head, a frown creasing her brow. “No.” “Maybe the man’s a eunuch,” Jerrod offered as he scooped vegetables onto his plate. “He’s not a eunuch,” Kira replied with a snort. Three pairs of eyes stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate. Kira’s gaze moved around the table, looking at each of their shocked and questioning expressions. “What? I walked in on him one morning in the shower.” When they didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at her, she sighed. “Nothing happened. I saw him, I left. That’s it.” She glared at their continued silence. “Moving on.” Jerrod chuckled and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Nicole took the platter Jaimee offered and inhaled the strong scent of butter and spices. She overfilled her plate, piling it full of vegetables and bread. She didn’t think twice about the amount until Jerrod pointed it out to her. “Nicole, honey. Are you hungry?” Jerrod asked, his voice filled with amusement. Licking the butter from her finger, Nicole studied the plate before her with a frown. “You know it’s weird, but I can’t seem to get enough to eat this week. I’ve been hungry all the time.” “Hungry all the time? Last week you were sick every morning. And just yesterday you were complaining your breasts hurt.” Kira grinned. “Honey, are you pregnant?”

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Nicole’s hand froze halfway to her mouth, the glass of wine she’d picked up completely forgotten as she stared in shock at her friend. Pregnant? She hadn’t even thought of that. Jaimee quickly grabbed the wineglass from her hand and set it back down on the table. “Don’t drink that.” “What?” she asked, slightly confused. “Nicole, when was your last birth control shot?” Jaimee asked. “I know I had one when I first arrived.” Glancing at Kira, she shook her head. “But I can’t remember. Did I have any more after that?” “I don’t know, honey. If you did, you didn’t tell me.” “Come with me.” Standing, Jaimee grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “We’ll settle this right now.” Kira began to stand as well, but Jerrod grabbed her hand and pulled her back down. “Don’t go in there, Kira. Let them do this alone.” She turned to him wide-eyed and pointed toward the door that Nicole and Jaimee had just entered. “But she…” A soft smile touched his lips. “She’ll be fine. Jaimee’s with her. He is a doctor, after all.” “I know, but…” Again, she glanced at the door, a frown pulling at her brow. Nicole was her best friend and it just seemed strange not being there. Leaning forward, Jerrod cupped her chin and turned her so she would face him. “You know, all this talk about babies has me thinking.” “About?” “About maybe having one of our own.”

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His finger brushed along her jaw sending a shiver down her spine. Had she heard him correctly? Her heart jumped in excitement at the very idea of having his baby. “You want to have a baby?” “We talked about this, remember? I told you I wanted lots of babies.” For a second, he looked unsure, almost nervous. “Have you changed your mind? Do you not want any?” “Jerrod,” she sighed, then smiled from ear to ear as she jumped from her chair and into his lap. He grunted, then laughed as she landed on his thighs and planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips. “I take it that’s a yes,” he smiled between kisses. “Yes,” she giggled, then deepened it, sliding her tongue into his awaiting mouth. He moaned and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. Her soft hands cupped his face, then moved into his hair as the kiss deepened. His free hand moved up to cup her cheek, softly brushing his thumb across her warm flesh. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you more,” he said with a grin. “But wait.” Suddenly, she sat straighter, her eyes widening with worry. “We can’t raise a baby here.” “Honey, we’re beyond wealthy. We can raise this baby wherever you want.” “Really?” she asked, a small smile curving her lips. He was so good to her. Spoiled her, if the truth were known. She was just so thrilled he wanted to have a baby. She’d been thinking about it for a while, but for some reason had been afraid to broach the subject. Unsure that it was the right time. “Really,” he murmured as he cupped her chin and tugged her face back to his for a slow, deep kiss.

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Nicole bit at her lower lip as she watched Jaimee prick her finger then place the blood sample within the med scanner. He looked angry and tense. Was he mad? Did he not want a baby? The ten seconds it took seemed like forever and she took several deep breaths trying to calm her racing heart. A baby. Would she make a good mother? And what if Jaimee didn’t want it? The scanner beeped and she watched the expression on Jaimee’s face. He looked almost relieved as he smiled at the scanner. Her heart sank. “I’m not pregnant.” Jaimee’s gaze shot to hers and he shook his head no. Nicole glanced at the ground, her heart breaking. She’d had no idea how much she wanted kids until just this second. “No, sweetheart, you misunderstood.” His finger tipped up her chin and she met his shining, happy gaze. “You’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.” “What?” She gaped. “I’m pregnant?” “Yeah.” He nodded, his smile widening. He set the scanner on the counter and gently engulfed her in his arms. Once the shock wore off, she laughed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held him tight. “We’re having a baby,” she giggled. “I love you, Nikki,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you too.” Pulling away, she stared into his eyes. “You’re happy about this right? I mean, it’s not too soon?” His strong hands framed her face, and he smiled down at her with the most loving expression—it made her chest tighten. “I’ve never been happier about anything in my life.” He inclined his head toward the patio. “How about we go share the good news?” She returned his smile with one of her own. “Yeah.” Arm in arm, they walked back out to the patio, ready to share the news with their friends. Kira was on Jerrod’s lap, the two of them engaged in a slow kiss that made

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Nicole grin. Jerrod’s hand rested on the side of Kira’s cheek, his other at her back, holding her close. They were so cute, so perfect together. Jaimee cleared his throat, catching their attention. “We can’t leave the two of you alone together for five minutes.” They broke apart slowly, as though not the least bit embarrassed or upset that they’d been caught. Kira smiled at Jerrod dreamily before turning back to Nicole. With a start, she sat up straight. “Well?” she asked. Nicole smiled, her face she was sure beaming with happiness and pride. “We’re going to have a baby.” Kira squealed and jumped from Jerrod’s lap. Jerrod grunted as her hand landed on his crotch in her haste to get off him. Jaimee laughed and Jerrod scowled back at him. “Be quiet. I’m already pissed you interrupted.” “You’re all bark, old man,” Jaimee teased as Jerrod stepped next to him and slapped his shoulder in congratulations. “Oh, honey. I’m so happy for you,” Kira said as she engulfed Nicole in a hug. Jerrod hugged her as well, placing a loud, wet kiss on her cheek, making her laugh. She was still laughing when Kira grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the table. “Come back and eat. You need to feed that baby.” Nicole sat back down in her chair and placed her hand over her stomach. A baby, she thought in wonder. “Something else to drink for the mother-to-be,” Jaimee said as he placed a glass of tea in front of her. Sitting, Jaimee leaned over and kissed her cheek. She smiled at him and softly touched the side of his face with her hand. She had everything she would ever need. The love of her life, a baby on the way, and two of the best friends she could ever hope to have. Life was perfect. The End

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About the Author Trista penned her first ghost story at the age of eight. She still has a love of ghosts, but her taste and writing style have leaned more to the sultry side. She started writing erotic romance two years ago and with the help of her critique partners was soon published and she’s been running full steam ever since. Raised an Air Force brat, Trista surprised her family by marrying a Navy man. But just as she knew he would, her husband won them over despite his military choice. Together they’ve had three children, and she attributes their successful marriage to the fact he’s away flying a lot. Separation does make the heart grow fonder. After all, if he’s not there, she can’t kill him. All joking aside, her family and writing partners are her biggest form of support and encouragement. Trista’s a big believer in happily ever after and although she may put her characters through hell getting there, they will always achieve that goal.

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