The day promised sun, sand, and naked guys. Warmth poured through Olivia Bisset, making her skin tingle.
Damn, she loved living at and working for Encounters—a lush and hedonistic Caribbean resort, especially during the ‘anything goes’ weeks. Then, the plush grounds turned truly magical where nudity ruled, threesomes and more rocked, while kink in every flavor sated the most carnal appetite.
Her insides fluttered.
In the past months, she’d gorged to her heart’s content on Cravings Island, the sister property to this one where wanton delights occurred 24/7. Good times for a twenty-six year old who sought physical pleasure from guys, not hopeless forever after fantasies that led to emotional pain. She’d seen enough of that during her impoverished background in the States and sought something better. A life where she, not any man or men, called the shots.
Which she’d do, as soon as she finished her wait shift at Indulgence, a premiere restaurant. Beyond these walls was male eye candy that deserved serious ogling. Until then…
Her fellow servers formed an impenetrable barrier at the artfully concealed kitchen door, the young women eyeing the dining area, its sumptuous foliage a veritable Garden of Eden.
Olivia joined them. “Let me guess. A guest forgot the rules don’t allow nudity in here, and he’s hung like a blue whale?”
Kristen, a co-worker, grinned lewdly. “I’ll bet they both are.”
“Yeah.” She inclined her head to the left.
Olivia’s curiosity battled against her reluctance to look. If the dudes were hung and hot, but into each other, she didn’t want to yearn fruitlessly for their sun-kissed muscles this early in her day. “Are they holding hands?”
Those nearest to her made faces.
She took their reactions as a resounding no and craned her neck to catch the dynamic duo.
Her pulse ticked up.
The guy on the right wore his black hair longish and combed back, his beard and mustache neatly trimmed. His white linen shirt and pants draped his powerful frame, enhancing his masculinity. Early thirties or so, he had classic good looks, like a Greek god.
Her knees got watery.
Next to him stood another man, also early thirties, and as tall. She would have bet her life, six-three or more. His broad shoulders went from here to tomorrow, his bod muscled and lean. Tousled light brown hair crowned his All American features that could have graced countless print ads for sporting equipment. Like his companion, he wore a white linen shirt, but pants in pale blue. Different from yesterday.
Her throat constricted.
On her trek back to her apartment after her last work shift, she’d come upon them striding from the opposite direction. Her step had paused briefly and so had theirs. For a second, time stopped … at least for her. In the island’s dreamlike atmosphere, where sun rained down on them and a gentle breeze ruffled their hair and clothes, they’d seemed to have emerged from a welcomed erotic fantasy.
Once they’d passed, she’d twisted to keep watching, enjoying the show.
They’d glanced over their shoulders at her, despite naked women strolling by.
Now they were here, taking their seats, and shaking their heads at Theo, the male server whose section the hostess had put them in. His bright smile wilted.
“That’s not a good sign.” Kristen bumped against Olivia in her quest to see better. “Is Theo pissing them off? He’d better not be, considering.”
Sounded serious. “Considering what?”
No way could Olivia argue the point. Looks-wise, impressive didn’t begin to address their assets. “They’re male models? Film stars or TV personalities? Sports legends?” In her book, they could have won any game on sheer size and presence alone.
“Huh?” Kristen pushed to her toes to see past the others then stilled. “What is Theo doing?”
He’d faced his fellow servers rather than the guests. Mr. Greek God pointed at the now silent women and said something Olivia couldn’t catch from this distance.
Whatever it was sent Theo padding in their direction, the loincloth uniform he wore flapping against his beefy thighs.
“Shit.” Kristen huffed. “Show’s over. Back to the grind.”
This place hardly constituted the salt mines, but she had a point. Important guests didn’t enjoy the plebs gawking at them, preferring to relax in anonymity. In full agreement, Olivia retreated several steps.
Theo cut through the others, following her. “Hold on.”
She bumped against a long wooden table, which gave her no choice except to stop. “Why?”
“They want you.”
Everyone’s eyes slid to her.
Not understanding, she shook her head, her long cornrows gliding across her chest and back. “Who does?”
“Those guys. They want you.”
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Menage – MFM
For too many months, Shelby’s craved
bad boys Ben and Dominic, cousins and celebrated chefs at the opulent
Caribbean resort where she works. Their heated gazes prove they
hunger for her as much as she does for them, but they’ve yet to
make a move on her.
That won’t do. Yearning for their
potent masculinity, killer smiles, and effortless charm, she sets
into motion a decadent plan to be with them … at least for a little
while. Her ideas include nude photos, a locale where anything goes
24/7, plus BDSM and other kink.
fully onboard. He’s had his eye on Shelby from the start. Ben has
too, but he’s reluctant to mix business with pleasure. Since a
previous work relationship screwed him big time, he doesn’t want to
repeat the experience and won’t … as long as he keeps this
strictly about sex, no strings or expectations.
Yeah, right. In an erotic journey that will surprise this threesome, all
bets are off, resistance impossible, surrender assured.
Genre: Erotic Contemporary – MF
Lissa prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it
takes to get the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel
magazine. Her chance finally arrives. She’s set to experience a
posh Caribbean resort, a dream article and review except for one huge
problem. It’s the anything goes theme week where nudity is expected
and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look downright tame. Holy Hell.
What has she gotten herself into?
Precisely what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he
fears the randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy
review. His only option is to serve as her guide for every decadent
delight from nude body painting to Dom’s Den where submission and
punishment rule. Unless she wants to call the whole thing off…
And lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted
beyond anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some,
surprising him during a sexy adventure like no other.