“Lily!” they shouted.
Their strong bodies wrenched yet another wild orgasm from her.
And pleasure embraced her again, swallowing her like a rogue ocean wave.
Chapter Five
The loneliness Josh had been experiencing in his life had vanished. That thought brought a smile to his lips. He watched Lily wrapped in Ryland’s strong embrace as they slept soundly on the king-sized bed Ryland and Josh had brought her to last night after leaving the gazebo. Instincts told him Lily and Ryland would be happy together, most likely forever. He’d sensed it the instant he’d seen the two of them at his party.
He’d be lying if he hadn’t thought about pursuing Lily for himself back then, but he took his wedding vows to Vivian seriously, despite the fact their marriage had been in trouble for quite some time.
Josh inhaled deeply, reached out and ran his thumb over Lily’s smooth cheek. She moaned softly at his touch, but remained asleep. He loved the velvety feel of her skin. She was a beautiful woman. Inside and out.
He knew she was involved with several causes and charities as well as running a lucrative interior decorating chain. She had money. She was a self-made millionaire, if not billionaire. But Josh knew, even if she had been the poorest of the poor, her sweet, giving and loving character would have hooked Ryland…and himself.
Money didn’t buy you love. He’d found that out the hard way. Money was how he’d won his wife. He’d thought by lavishing her with expensive gifts, she would love him. But then she’d expected more gifts, valuing their marriage on material presents instead of love. But Viv was out of the picture now after finding herself yet another billionaire, her Latina lover who was a real estate agent for well-off people looking to retire in third world countries.
Josh had learnt his lesson well. He wanted a sweet, vulnerable woman like Lily. Soft and smart. Giving and accepting of his desires. No matter what they were.
He wanted a bond like Lily and Ryland had. Josh saw the way they looked at each other, secret signals sailing through the air between them. He craved a woman who could take away his sexual loneliness like Lily just had. He wanted a woman who accepted him and his dark desires of wanting to share her with another man. To give her the ultimate pleasure only two and more men could give a woman.
But would he ever get a woman like her? He’d loved the sweet nervousness shining in Lily’s gaze when Ryland had allowed Josh to touch her on the porch. And she had responded to his touches. She hadn’t resisted him when he’d dropped to his knees behind her in the hot tub and orally taken her then made love to her with his fingers. She’d been submissive to them, allowing Josh and Ryan to fuck her senseless. She’d been trusting and accepting of their desire for her.
Josh bit his bottom lip and nodded. Yeah, he wanted a woman just like Lily.
Ryland was hot. Way too hot. He opened his eyes and stared up at the sunshine streaming through the several sky lights in the bedroom ceiling. One of the sky lights was, unfortunately, directly over the bed and he was smack dab in the warm rays.
Lily was his other source of heat. She was wrapped snugly in his arms and love burst within his heart. Damn, he’d never thought it was possible to love someone this much.
“You’re a very lucky man, Ry,” Josh said from the other side of Lily. His smile seemed genuine but Ryland detected some envy in his voice.
“I know,” he admitted and gazed upon Lily. Her hair was messed and strewn like a halo over his arm, which she’d used as her pillow. As she slept, she had such a serene expression on her face. She was satisfied and so was he. From that smile on Josh’s lips, he was fulfilled too.
Knowing that he and Josh had given her the ultimate pleasure, Ryland couldn’t be any happier. After fucking Lily in the hot tub, Ryland had carried her into the house, up here to the second floor, into the master bedroom. Josh and he had continued pleasuring her, Josh finding more than one release in her tight ass and Ryland driving powerfully until Lily and he had reached mind-shattering orgasms. It had seemed like never-ending pleasure. A night of hot sex, caring and lovemaking. Early this morning, they’d finally fallen asleep, exhausted from the night’s activities.
Sharing Lily with another man had given Ryland the ultimate release. It was a prelude to what he’d planned for her for the rest of their lives together.
“Do you think she’ll sleep through the whole day?” Josh chuckled.
“After what we put her through, that may be a possibility.”
“I’m hungry. I’m going downstairs and fix something to eat. Want me to fix you something too?”
Ryland nodded. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
“Me too,” came Lily’s sleepy voice.
She opened her eyes and smiled at Ryland. Suddenly he felt as if he were being swallowed whole by an embrace of love. Despite Josh being in bed with them, there was no better time than right now to surprise her with the main reason he’d brought her here to this island.
Lily noticed the sudden change in Ryland. One second he’d appeared easy-going and talking about food and the next he had a serious expression on his face and his embrace had intensified.
“Lily, did you by chance notice a theme on this island?” he asked softly.
A theme? She tried to shrug away the cobwebs of sleep to concentrate. They were alone on an island with no visible security but she was pretty sure Ryland had people patrolling the island offshore in boats. Josh had mentioned a yacht, but she didn’t think that was what he meant. Everything around the house, including the house itself, was new.
“Well, everything is white. My favourite colour.”
Disappointment etched his face. Oh geez.
“Okay, so that’s not the answer you’re looking for.”
He shook his head. “Try again.”
She glanced over at Josh for help.
“Um, I better get to that food,” he said quickly. He tossed aside the white satin sheets and padded naked across the room and slipped out of the open door.
“You both have nice asses,” she teased. “But I get the feeling that’s not the theme on this island.” She laughed, suddenly feeling nervous.
Ryland didn’t say anything as he also climbed out of bed.
She tried to grab his hand and yank him back into bed, but he was moving too fast and she missed. He laughed. It was a rich, genuine noise that came from deep inside his chest and the sound made her feel so loved.
“I sure know how to clear a bedroom. Was it something I said?” she asked.
“Keep guessing,” he tossed over his shoulder and strolled towards a nearby dresser. She tried not to react to the erotic way his semi-erect cock bobbed as he slid the dresser drawer open and reached inside.
She ached to have him back in bed with her. Holding her, cuddling with her and making love to her. She gazed around, desperate to figure out what the theme was that he asked her to guess. Everything had a white theme, but he’d said that wasn’t it. Everything was perfect. If she was to pick a getaway for downtime, this place would be it and the house…her dream house was what she’d first thought when she’d seen it.
She jolted as realisation hit her. Could this mean he was about to…?
She swallowed at her suddenly dry throat. Both anxiety and exhilaration zipped through her. The excitement won as she watched him pull on a pair of black leisure pants. He was up to something big. It was in the intense way he looked at her as he came back to the bed, then held out his hand to her.
“Come here,” he said quietly. His eyes blazed with so much love it almost hurt to see him this way. So exposed and vulnerable. She could read his feelings flittering across his face. Love. Hope. Fear.
Okay. Now he was really making her nervous. What was he up to?
She gathered the sheets around her and scooted over to his side of the bed. He took her hand and to her surprise, he dropped onto one knee in front of her. He kept his gaze to her face, while he fumbled with his free hand for something in his
pant pocket. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe, then remembered and inhaled deeply, trying to stay calm.
“New house,” he began. “Nice place to live. A big yacht to cruise to the other islands with and visit friends and to shop. And this…”
He reached up and poised the most beautiful pink diamond ring at the tip of her ring finger.
“Oh my goodness,” she breathed as amazement embraced her.
“Lily Rose Tiffany, will you marry me?”
Shock made her speechless. White theme. Dream house. Secluded place to live away from the paparazzi. And an engagement ring.
It was breathtakingly gorgeous and she could only stare at it, watching the sparkles bounce off the big diamond in the sunlight streaming in from the various skylights and windows.
“Interesting reaction.” He chuckled. “But not quite the answer I am looking for.”
She gazed up at him and he cocked an eyebrow at her. Oh! He was waiting for an answer!
She could think of no other man she would want to spend the rest of her life with. No other man who could make her happier than she was right at this moment.
“Yes, yes, I will marry you, Ry.” She’d known they would marry in the beach gazebo!
“That’s the answer I am looking for.” He grinned and slipped the ring onto her shaky finger. “A perfect fit. Just like you and I are,” he said in a thick voice. The look of happiness in his eyes made an array of emotions clutch at her chest and brought tears to her eyes. He blurred in front of her and she quickly brushed the tears away with the back of her hand and then she drew her gaze back to the ring.
Oh my gosh. A pink diamond engagement ring. It was so lovely. Her vision blurred again.
“No, don’t go crying on me, Lily,” Ryland whispered. He moved onto the bed beside her and brushed her tears away with his thumbs. He beamed. “Wait, I know how to keep you from crying.”
He scooped her into his arms, bringing her onto his lap. She gasped as the thick knot of his erection pressed against her ass as he kissed her. The intensity of his power and her need for him to be in her life forever shook her to her very core.
Just then a quick rap came at the door. Ryland broke the kiss and Josh walked into the bedroom. He was fully dressed in blue jogging pants and a smart white polo shirt. He carried a silver tray that held a champagne bottle and several wine glasses.
“A toast to the newly engaged couple,” he said as he placed the tray onto the nearby night table.
Ryland laughed and hugged her closer to him. “How did you know I was going to propose now?”
“You had a funny look on your face. I just knew.” Josh grinned. He popped the cork and began pouring into the wine glasses. “Dom Perignon Rose, pink champagne to go along with your pink diamond ring.” Josh winked at Lily as she handed her a glass filled with the pink bubbly liquid. “He took me ring shopping with him, that’s how I know. When he saw the ring, he said, that’s for my Lily. The most beautiful woman in the world and of course, I agreed.”
Lily’s cheeks flamed at Josh’s compliment. He was such a sweet man and a fantastic lover.
Josh handed Ryland a glass, then poured himself one too.
Josh lifted his goblet. “A toast. To my good friends. I have no doubt you will have many decades of happiness and may you fill this house with children.”
The three of them clinked glasses and Lily sipped the wine, her body tingling at the bubbles tickling her tongue and throat.
Ryland gazed at her with love in his eyes. “We will be happy. Always.”
And Lily knew he spoke the truth.
About the Author
Jan lives in Ontario, Canada. She writes her books on four acres of paradise nestled in the picturesque cottage country of the Haliburton Highlands. When not writing Jan enjoys hiking, kayaking, gardening and taking photos. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Passionate Ink (RWA Erotic Romance Chapter). Jan loves getting emails from her readers.
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Chapter One
Elise Cowdery stepped out of the limousine. The hotel gleamed in the hot Greek sunshine, the stark white walls contrasting with the blue of the domed roof. She smiled at her husband Blair. “It’s beautiful.”
“If you like it I’ll buy it for you,” he said. “Hell, I’ll buy the entire island.”
“I think the people of Santorini might object.” She squeezed his hand. “And no matter how much money you have, you’re way too canny to buy the hotel before you find out whether it’s going to be a profitable investment or not.”
“If you wanted it,” Blair replied, “I’d get it for you.”
Elise walked her fingers up the front of his shirt. “You know what I want, don’t you, baby?”
“I do,” he said. “But it remains to be seen whether it can be had here.” The familiar hot burn of his hazel eyes sent shivers of anticipation skittering up her spine. She splayed her hand over his chest, and rubbed her index finger across the hard nub of his nipple.
“May I take your bags, Sir and Madam?” The voice from behind them startled Elise and she dropped her hand to her side. The porter stood there, accompanied by three other members of staff, all eager to serve them. Blair winked at Elise. It didn’t take much to work out that Blair’s name had been recognised. His wealth made sure of that almost everywhere they went.
The impression was confirmed when they were met at the door by one of the most striking men Elise had ever seen. Tall and dark, handsome as the gods that were said to once have inhabited Greece, he stepped forward and introduced himself. “I’m Nick Zervolos, the manager. Welcome to the hotel and to Santorini. Your check-in has already been completed.” His English was perfect, the slightest suggestion of an accent only adding an intriguing edge. “There is no need for you or Mr Cowdery to be inconvenienced.”
The words were deferential enough, but his light grey eyes, startling in his golden-tan face, focused on Elise in a way that made her pulse flutter. She looked quickly at Blair to see if he’d noticed. He raised one eyebrow. She should have known. Very little escaped his attention, especially another man’s interest in her.
Nick gestured to the lift in the corner. “If you would accompany me, I’ll take you to your room and make sure everything is to your satisfaction.”
Elise went ahead of him, making sure she swayed her hips a little more than usual. She would have loved to glance over her shoulder to see his reaction. Blair didn’t have the same reluctance. He turned his head so he could see the manager as he walked just a step or two behind them. Her husband’s hand tightened on hers and he pulled her in closer to his side.
In the lift, Nick pressed the button for their floor. “Have you been to Santorini before?” His question was routine, but those disconcerting eyes looked directly at Elise for a long moment. His pupils dilated, the black swallowing the grey, before his gaze flicked to Blair.
“This is our first visit,” Elise said, making sure his focus came back to her. “What do you recommend we do here?” She smiled. “We don’t want anything touristy. What do you like to do in your free time?”
Nick stared at a spot just over her shoulder. “I’m afraid my job keeps me very busy. I don’t have a lot of free time.” The lift came to a halt. “This is your floor.”
At the door of their suite Nick inserted the card and waited until Blair and Elise entered. His manner professional and efficient, he showed them through the rooms. Elise followed, noting with approval that the suite was elegant and spacious. Not that she was surprised. Blair expected and paid for nothing less.
He’d come here to evaluate the hotel. His main interest was in large chains and he preferred to p
ersonally negotiate new acquisitions. He loved the tension and strategy involved in multi-million dollar business deals. In another time, Blair would have been a general, controlling battles and directing the movement of thousands of troops and weapons.
The purchase of this hotel was different. This was to be a personal project, not for Blair but for Elise. The final decision would rest with her. She had a choice to make, both about the hotel, and about something more immediate and compelling.
Nick opened the curtains to reveal whitewashed walls, wide windows open to the astonishing Greek light, hand-crafted wood and iron-framed furniture, upholstered in traditionally patterned fabrics. Everything was exquisite in design, masterful in craftsmanship, immaculate in presentation.
“Do you like it?” Blair asked.
“Very much.” Her glance took in the room and the tall, handsome manager still standing by the window. The bright sunshine threw his face into shadow. She couldn’t read his expression but his rigid posture radiated tension. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. Nick’s sudden intake of breath, clearly audible in the silence, made her smile.
“If there is anything you need, anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please don’t hesitate to contact me,” Nick said, his words so fast they almost ran into each other. “I’ll attend to your needs personally, at any time, day or night.”
With one last, intense look from Elise to Blair, he strode out of the room.
Blair sat down on the sofa, settled himself against the generously padded cushions and stacked his hands behind his head. “Well?” he asked.
“Oh, I think so,” Elise replied. “I think I’m going to like this hotel very much indeed.”
“The manager seemed very attentive,” Blair said, gazing intently into her eyes.
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