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Deacon was going to Paris on a business trip. I’d wanted to go along and told him so. I just knew I’d love Paris. I’d always heard that there was no other place on earth as romantic.
“Sorry, babe. I’m only going to be there a day or so to complete a deal.”
I began to pout.
“I’ll tell you what, the next time I go back, you’ll come with me, and we’ll spend at least a week. What do you say?”
“I don’t know …”
“Well, I do. I don’t need Morgan on this trip. Why don’t you and Morgan go to Barbados and stay at the villa?”
Before I knew it, Morgan and I were on a plane heading for the island. Deacon’s villa was right on the beach. A butler and a maid kept it a perfect paradise all year round. There were three bedrooms, a kitchen and dining area, along with a lovely solarium. The master bedroom had a huge round bed and a sauna. There was also a nifty wet bar tucked away in a corner. There was no doubt in my mind that Deacon knew how to live.
The beach was beautiful, but staring out at the rolling aquamarine waves lost its appeal after the second afternoon. Bored, I watched the guests staying at the other villas as they sunned themselves. Morgan scowled at me when he caught me looking at the other guys. My luck, he’d tell Deacon and I’d never hear the end if it.
The overnight trip to Paris became a week in no time, and I wondered what was taking so long.
“Have you heard from Deacon, Morgan?”
“Nothing today, Kayla. Get it through your pretty little head that he’ll return when he can.”
“What could he possibly be doing in Paris?” I asked, but not really wanting to know. I had a feeling I might not like it.
“Look, why don’t you soak in the sauna? It will relieve your tension.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Take a nap in the solarium. All your damn complaining tires me out.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. He shook his head and walked out of the room. I opened the refrigerator. Sonny, our butler, had left a pitcher of margaritas. “Bless you, Sonny,” I said aloud, pouring myself a drink and taking it to a chair, where I began to thumb through a magazine. I finished the drink quickly and had another. The magazine lost its appeal, and I tossed it aside. I felt like a caged animal.
I guess Morgan wasn’t too happy, either. He’d been so testy lately. In fact, he’d complained that very morning about me prancing around practically naked in a string bikini. Where did he think we were? This was a beach, for God’s sake. I didn’t complain to him about his skimpy Speedos, which left little to my imagination. But to tell the truth, I loved seeing him in them. A sudden possibility sickened me. What if Morgan were gay? That could explain why he didn’t appreciate my walking around in such skimpy attire.
I finished my second margarita and began another before I went in search of Morgan. Maybe he’d play a game of cards with me. That was better than nothing, I figured. I found him stretched out on a lounger sound asleep in the solarium. His smooth, mocha-colored, hard body looked delicious glistening in the sunlight. There was a smile on his face and a telltale bulge straining against the fabric of his bathing suit, as if he were dreaming about someone. Seeing him like that was enough to send shivers of delight through my body. The simmering attraction I felt for him had just reached its boiling point and was about to spill over. At that moment, I wanted Morgan Grant like I wanted no other man.
I bent down and kissed him tentatively on his mouth, to test the water, so to speak. His lips were warm and welcoming and parted enough for me to slip my tongue inside. To my surprise, his strong arms encircled my back and drew me down toward him on the lounger. Having desired to touch him for so long, I ran my hands up and down his hard, muscled chest, sending further sweet vibrations throughout my body. I began to plant tender kisses down Morgan’s wide chest, tonguing one tight bud and then the other. He gasped. Smiling at his reaction, I continued to kiss my way down until I reached the edge of his bathing briefs. I ran my hand slowly over the bulge, feeling its hardness before I stroked it over the thinly stretched fabric.
I freed his cock, gently licking the head and underside in a swirling motion with the tip of my tongue. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tried to pull me toward him, in an attempt to get me to suck him. I ignored his plea, wanting to tease him further until he really wanted it, and continued to run my tongue up and down his cock. He let out an audible moan. I knew he was primed. The next time I reached the head of his penis, I took him into my mouth and began to suck gently. Again, he tried to push my head down further, but I resisted. Then, ever so slowly, I took a little more of him in each time until his cock reached the back of my throat.
I moved up his entire shaft, from its base to the top, before I went back down slowly again, swallowing all of his cock once again. I did this over and over again. I caressed his balls and watched as a look of bliss passed over his handsome features.
His breath was coming out in audible gasps, indicating he was close to coming. He pulled
