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  I followed him to the massive front doors. “Doesn’t seem like you need any help in that department.”

  He opened a panel and pressed a code. Inside, two dogs started barking and they sounded big. He glanced back at me. “I forgot to ask— do you like dogs?”

  “I do.”

  “Good. Rebel and Sofia are really sweet.”

  We stepped inside and were instantly greeted by two massive gray animals that looked more like lions than dogs. “Whoa.” I didn’t have to bend down to pet either dog. They both had on bejeweled collars that looked more expensive than anything I’d ever worn in my life. “These are dogs? Do they come with saddles?”

  Breaker laughed. The dogs seemed extremely fond of him. The taller of the two leaned against him as if he wanted to be picked up and cuddled. “They’re Irish Wolfhounds.”

  “I see that. I’ve never seen one in person. They are definitely imposing, but as you said, sweet.”

  I followed Breaker and the dogs to the front room, the one with the massive windows and the million dollar view. A clear blue sky stretched out to the horizon, and the city below glistened in the sunlight. Across a tile paved stretch of patio and cement, turquoise blue pool water coasted lazily across the backyard and seemingly over the edge. “That pool is something else,” I said.

  “Hey, we could take a swim and then I can barbecue a few steaks. I don’t cook much, but I’m pretty handy with a barbecue.”

  “That sounds great.”

  He still had the bags in his hand. “Follow me and I’ll show you to the guest room.” I followed him up a long, winding flight of stairs. The view from the upstairs landing was even more breathtaking. I stopped to look out over the valley. The extreme heat was good for burning off the smog layer, and the scene below was crystal clear.

  Breaker stood directly behind me and looked over my shoulder. Sparks of static electricity seemed to rush between us, and suddenly, all I could think about was him touching me. “I’ve never seen a view like this,” I said.

  “Me either,” he said quietly. It took me a second to realize he wasn’t staring out at the view as he said it.

  I smiled. “Watch yourself there, sir. Flattery like that is better than a jug of cheap wine to a girl like me.”

  He dropped the bag and took hold of my hand. So far, he’d stuck to his word about not making a move without an invite, and as much as I appreciated it, I was also telling myself, why not have some fun, Pepper? Just a good time with no strings like he’d said.

  “Explain that phrase to me,” he said. “A girl like you. What kind of girl is a girl like Pepper?”

  I stared down at his strong fingers wrapped around my hand. “There’s not that much to her, unfortunately. While I’m no saint, and I certainly had some wild years right after high school, I’ve been sort of low key since . . . since my last relationship. I just lost two good years of my life that I’ll never get back, and I don’t want to waste anymore. After awhile, sex with Chase became as unpleasant as being with the man, dry and ugly.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. You don’t deserve that.” His chest was rising and falling as rapidly as my own, but I was sure his nearness was having a far more profound effect on me than I was on him. He was genuine and charming and belonged to a rich family. There just wasn’t any way a small, insignificant girl like me could have any impact on him.

  He dropped my hand, and it felt as if his fingers were still holding me. “No more talk about that jerk, all right. He’s gone, and this is your free vacation.”

  He turned and I followed him down a long hallway. He pushed open a door. “You can stay in here. Go ahead and get changed. I’m going to do the same. I’ll meet you at the pool.”

  Breaker had already seen me in my swimsuit, but for some silly reason, shyness, I suppose, I wrapped myself up in a towel to walk out to the pool. Music was playing from speakers, positioned all around the pool area. It really was like an expensive resort. Some people sure lived the life.

  My vacation buddy sat on the steps in the shallow end, with his incredible body and mosaic of tattoos and heartbreaking smile. He just added to the surreal feel of the place. I’d never been with a guy like Breaker, and I was still on the fence about whether or not I should let my guard down and just have fun.

  I dropped my towel and lowered my foot down to the first step.

  “I know you like to get into a pool like my mom, slow and easy, even if it’s hot as hell outside.”

  “If that doesn’t just make a girl get hot and tingly, being compared to a guy’s mother.”

  He swam over, and no longer wanting to remind him of his mother, I dove in. I brushed past him, my thigh grazing his hard abdomen as I floated by. I swam to the edge where the illusion of infinity was created. The water poured off into a small gutter to be recycled eventually back into the pool. “So, this is how it’s done,” I said. “It’s kind of like knowing the secret behind a magic trick.”

  He swam up next to me. Wet hair and clumped wet eyelashes only made him that much hotter. Pool water beaded on his tattoo covered skin. Then, without warning, he put a hand on each side of me, trapping me between his body and the infinity wall of the pool. He didn’t touch me, but with the way he looked at me, he might as well have.

  “Sorry to destroy the illusion.” The water between our bodies heated, or at least I thought it had. I felt small and vulnerable standing between him and the wall, but there was nothing menacing about the situation. I liked the idea that he had me trapped there. The fact that he hadn’t touched me yet was frustrating. I couldn’t believe how easily this guy had made me feel this way with hardly any effort on his part. He hadn’t even kissed me yet, but all I could think about were his hands on me. He’d given me control of the situation, and while he could easily have taken back that control, he didn’t.

  Breaker’s eyes raked over my bikini-clad breasts. My nipples hardened beneath his scrutiny, and now I wanted his mouth on them. My breaths came in short spurts as he stared at me, not coming any closer but somehow managing to make me feel his touch with just his gaze. Let your guard down, Pepper, I told myself. Have some fun just don’t get your heart involved. Another heartbreak is the last thing you need.

  “Breaker,” his name puffed out of my lips on a breath.

  He stared at me and waited for me to finish.

  “Make a move on me.”

  He removed his hands from the wall, and his arms wrapped around me. His mouth covered mine, and I reached up and curled my hands in his hair as he kissed me. It began as a hard, urgent kiss and then softened to a coaxing, erotic kiss that sparked an ache in my pussy that I hadn’t felt in months.

  My hands slid down to his arms. They were like steel under my fingers, and his power, his strength made me shiver in his arms. I wanted him to crush me against him, to cradle me against his rock hard chest.

  “Pepper,” he muttered against my lips, “I knew you would taste like this.” He pressed his body against mine, and his hard erection pushed against my thigh. “I know we just got in—.”

  “Let’s get out,” I suggested.

  “You read my mind.”

  We swam to the steps and climbed out. Even though I’d seen him in underwear ,and I’d been well aware of his size, I still sucked in a breath as he climbed out in his wet suit. He wanted me, it seemed, as badly as I wanted him. I’d given in fully to the notion that I needed this. I just had to make sure I didn’t come out the other side with a broken heart. Mine had already been shattered enough. Just keep it physical, Pepper, I reminded myself even as Breaker stared at me with an expression that made me feel emotional, as if I was getting attached to him already. I wasn’t the kind of girl to throw myself easily into a man’s arms or life, but there was something about Breaker that was so different than other men I’d been with that staying detached wo
uld be a challenge.

  He reached back for my hand, and, like a teen with stars in my eyes, I followed him to where we’d placed our towels. It had been a long while since I’d lost my virginity to Bobby Holsted in the backseat of his beat-up jeep, but I was nervous . . . or maybe it was the thrill, the notion of having sex with Breaker that made the butterflies do their thing.

  He turned around. His eyes looked emerald green in the late afternoon sun reflecting off the pool. For someone who was usually talkative, he’d grown serious and quiet, as if it was all about focus. It made me smile. “You look as if you’re concentrating on a hard math problem. I promise, I’m easy to please.”

  “Just want to do this right.” He leaned closer and put his hands on each side of my waist. “Give me the next thirty-six hours, sweetie, and I promise to wipe away all the bad stuff that idiot left behind. All you need to do is relax and let me do the work.” He reached back behind my neck and pulled out the knot in my bikini top. Before releasing the strings, he spoke again. “Do you trust me, Pepper?”

  Somehow, the question made me tremble slightly, in anticipation of what was to come.

  I looked at this man, who was so beautiful and confident that I should do anything but trust him. But I went with my heart. “Yes, I do.”

  The strings of my biking tickled as they slid down my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts. Breaker smiled appreciatively at them. Even his silent compliments made me blush. He still hadn’t touched them, even though I’d arched my back, hoping that he would kiss them, devour them.

  He reached around, his warm breath brushing my face as he unhooked the back of my top. He lifted it away from my body and tossed it onto a lounge. Then his pale eyes grew darker as he stared straight into my eyes and pushed my bikini bottoms to the ground. I was standing on his friend’s expansive patio, overlooking the entire city, completely naked. Moisture surged between my legs as he stepped back and looked me over.

  “Holy hell,” he muttered, “you are something else.”

  He stepped toward me and swept me up into his arms. I laughed wildly as he carried me stark naked into the house and up the winding stairs. “Have you ever been on a round bed?” he asked halfway up.

  “I have not. But I imagine it’s hard to figure out where to place your pillow.”

  He used his shoulder to push open the door. “I guess that’s why my friend has his entire bed filled with them.”

  Still perched in his arms, I looked around. Plush blankets and mounds of satiny pillows covered a round bed like frosting on a giant cake. The massive circular bed stood on a raised platform, which contained several devices that I was sure came from his sex toy business. A stripper pole jutted up through the floor, and, of course, there were mirrors everywhere, ceiling included. I was speechless at first.

  Breaker sat me on the bed. I looked around stunned and slightly in awe. “It’s like a giant adult playground. Your friend has taken that playfulness theme to a whole new level.”

  Breaker walked over to two French doors. He opened them, and a warm breeze ushered inside. “There’ s a whirlpool on the balcony in case we get bored in here. And look.” He pointed above the bedroom door. There, in dark pink paint, someone had written the motto ‘whatever happens here, stays here’.

  I laughed and flopped back onto the luxurious blankets and pillows. “Shit, I’ll bet if these walls could talk, they’d be blushing while they did it.”

  Breaker walked back and stood over me. He untied his trunks and they dropped to the floor. His cock sprung free, and I gasped at the sight of it. My reaction didn’t escape his notice and he smiled. He reached to the floor, picked up a remote and pressed a few buttons. Music flowed into the room.

  “You do everything to music,” I said, and there was a tiny tremor of nerves in my tone, which also didn’t escape his notice.

  He stretched out next to me. “I do love music.” He lifted his arm and dragged his rough fingertips around in a circle on my stomach. “Almost as much as I love women.”

  I opened my mouth to speak again, possibly trying to prolong the conversation due to a sudden case of nerves. But he pressed two fingers against my lips. “Shh, relax now, sweetheart. Your vacation has begun, and your activity director is at your service. Close your eyes.”

  I shut them, but there was still tension in my body. I felt the bed move as he shuffled around in a box underneath it.

  “You sure know where everything is in this room,” I noted.

  He leaned back down next to me. “What part of shh did you not understand?” he said, and I could hear the grin in his tone.

  I pointed to my eyes. “I kept my eyes shut though.”

  “Yeah, but I think—” Suddenly soft, silky fabric floated across my cheek. “This will be necessary.” He covered my eyes with a blindfold. I reached up with shaky fingers and touched it.

  “Have you never done it blindfolded?” he asked quietly.

  I shook my head, stunned speechless by the notion of it.

  “I think it’s just what you need, baby,” again his deep tone was quiet. My skin was covered in gooseflesh as he continued making noises, but I had no idea what he was up to. I reached up to lift the blindfold.

  He took hold of my wrist. “Well then, I figured the blindfold wouldn’t be enough.” He held my wrists and something fuzzy circled then and snapped shut around first one wrist and then the other. “Good cop,” he whispered against my ear. “But, I’ll make sure to throw in a little bad cop when needed.”

  He lifted my hands up above my head. I bit my lip in utter anticipation of what would come next. I was completely helpless and blindfolded and the ache in my pussy grew stronger with each passing second. A flowery fragrance filled the air and warm liquid dripped onto my stomach. Then his hands smoothed the satiny oil all over my skin. It felt rich and indulgent and like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

  “Do you like that, love?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I sighed. His large, strong hands smoothed the oil over my breasts and I arched my back toward his touch, groaning in pleasure as he drew circles of oil around my nipples.

  His hands slid through the warm slippery liquid down my body and to my pussy. “Spread your legs for me,” he said in a hoarse, low tone as if he was feeling this as much as me. But I didn’t see how that could be. He’d hardly touched me, and I was close to coming already.

  I opened my legs. I could feel him shift down on the bed and closer to my pussy. A moan rolled up from my throat as he slid his oil covered fingers down into the warm cream that had already filled my pussy.

  I moved my arms and remembered with a tug of the cuffs that my hands were bound together. His finger stroked my clit and I pushed my ass up higher, a silent plea for him to finger fuck me. I was close to the edge. “Please, Breaker, please touch me. Push those fingers deep inside of me.” My knees dropped open wider in an invitation for his hand to explore me.

  He answered my plea. I cried out as his finger plunged inside of me, his thumb, all the while, still caressing my clit. The blindfold allowed me to focus on just the action between my legs. Nothing else mattered except his fingers massaging my clit and filling my pussy. And then, without warning, his free hand, with a palm full of the velvety oil slid beneath my ass and he impaled me from behind. He pushed a finger into my tight anus, and I found myself pushing against the pressure of it to take more in. It was an experience that was deliciously foreign to me. I’d never had a man invade every intimate space at once, and the thrill of it, along with my submissive position in handcuffs and a blindfold, made the whole thing so fucking surreal, I could have been dreaming it.

  But, it wasn’t a dream, and with incredible expertise, Breaker continued. In seconds, I clenched my legs together and my pussy tightened around his hand. “Yes, yes!” My scream was lost in the music and the vast room.r />
  I was a quivering rag doll by the time my body came down from the erotic rush. I was still blindfolded and cuffed and completely at his mercy. And I didn’t mind. I was his toy. I could only assume what was coming next, and my voice of reason poked through. “Breaker,” I asked, my voice still shaky and my breathing still erratic, “do you have protection?” What an idiot I was asking this now.

  “Always,” he said confidently. “Are your hands tingling? I could remove the cuffs.”

  “My hands are fine, but I want to touch you. A girl doesn’t get to put her hands on a man like you very often.”

  The cuffs clicked open. “Well, when you put it that way.” His face was over mine as I slid the blindfold down. He leaned down for a long, tender kiss. “How did you like the cuffs and blindfold?” he asked.

  “Different.” I could feel my face warm with a blush. “I liked it, but that was probably more due to the fact that you were the one on the other side of the blindfold. I don’t usually say this in the middle of sex, but, you sir, are highly skilled. Thank you.”

  He kissed me again. My eyes closed as I lost myself in the luxurious strokes of his tongue across my lips. My hands free now, I reached for his cock. My fingers wrapped around him, and he groaned against my mouth. I slid my hand along his erection, and my thumb circled the slick, fleshy tip. Just seconds after my orgasm, my pussy throbbed again.

  “You up for some more new experiences?” he asked.

  “Hmm, I guess. It’s my vacation, after all. And I do like adventure.” I moved my hand down and cupped his balls.

  His long lashes drifted down, and he shut his eyes as I stroked him. His throat moved up and down as he swallowed, seemingly reveling in my touch. It was making me hot knowing that my fingers were giving him pleasure. He was the type of man that giving pleasure to was just as exhilarating as getting pleasure from.

  He grunted and took hold of my hand. “There won’t be anything left of me if you keep at it, sweetie.” He leaned down and kissed my breasts. Catching my nipple up between his teeth, he tugged lightly and then released it.