Stranded In Paradise

by Jennifer Cole

  The physicians had purchased a three-acre lot on the outskirts of a developing county. Their vision included a large pharmacy, full service laboratory, and a state of the art x-ray and ultrasound department. Each doctor was well established in the medical field, each specializing in a different aspect of medicine. By combining their resources, it was their hope that their patients would have all of their medical needs met under one roof.

  The three-acre lot was a more than adequate space for Dax to implement the doctors’ requests and needs. The reception area would be open concept, a warm and welcoming environment with several thermal panel skylights. The examination rooms themselves were larger than the norm, to accommodate families when necessary. Once the facility was erected and the parking lot paved, a large enclosed playground would be assembled behind the building.

  Lush woodlands lined the perimeter of the vacant lot on three sides, and Dax had every intention of leaving the natural landscape intact. The sound of birds filled the warm air around the group. To the right of where they stood, the Appalachians provided an incredible backdrop for the facility. In the fall, the view from here would be spectacular as the leaves of the trees changed colors, decorating the mountainsides. He couldn’t wait to see the scenery the changing of the seasons would display.

  Taking in the spectacular landscape around him, Dax grinned. Yup, he thought, I could definitely get used to this.

  “Well then, gentlemen,” Dax said as he shook the last man’s hand, “let’s get down to business.”

  * * * *

  Kenny watched in silent awe as Dax commanded the meeting. His confidence and enthusiasm while he discussed the landscape and best positioning of the building had her beaming with pride. Pulling the blueprints from one of the tubes, he spread them across the hood of a car and while everyone gathered around, he described his vision for their medical facility.

  All six physicians expressed their pleasure that Dax had incorporated their ideas along with his own, to give them each what they sought in their new space. From what limited experience Kenny had with this sort of thing, she felt as though the meeting seemed to be moving along nicely. The men conversed about drainage, bricks, roofing materials, water, electrical and a shitload of other things she hadn’t a clue about.

  Although she had not said a word, all fourteen men were sure to include her in their discussion.

  As she enjoyed this glimpse into the design world of Dax Winslow, Kenny’s head was spinning. He was confident and powerful and he made her body yearn. This part of his world was fast-paced and exciting, and she wondered just how in the hell he kept up with everything. Practicing law was a full time job and her heart ached to think he probably didn’t have a whole lot of spare time to indulge in his true passion. There was no doubt in her mind Dax was an exceptional lawyer, but watching him command this meeting to sell his very own idea, himself, she knew architectural design was his true calling.

  Kenny had been so busy enjoying herself watching her lover work, she hadn’t realized they’d been standing in the field for an hour and a half.

  “Gentlemen, that concludes my proposal, and it has been my absolute pleasure,” Dax said as he extended his hand to each of the men in the group. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

  Dr. Wagner then spoke up. “We want your design, Mr. Winslow. Your vision is exactly what we are looking for. Gentlemen?” he asked his five colleagues, who all nodded in agreement. “Davis, may I have the contract and the check, please?” he asked one of the men who Kenny recalled was a lawyer.

  The doctor handed Dax a large manila envelope. “Take this with you and read it over. I think you’ll find it to your satisfaction, but I want you to be sure. As we discussed on the phone, we want you to oversee the entire project personally. From the first shovel in the dirt to the ribbon-cutting on opening day.” He chuckled, handing a smaller envelope to Dax. “To show you we are serious, this is an advance, payment for the design as you and I discussed, and for your time thus far. Now, once we review the proposals from the attending contractors and select one, we’ll be ready to break ground. Again, it’s been a pleasure. Ms. Zurich. Mr. Winslow, we look forward to working with you.”

  At the beginning of the meeting Dax had introduced Kenny as his assistant. She supposed ‘lover’ would not have been appropriate. At the thought, her cheeks heated with mild embarrassment.

  “Gentlemen, I’ll walk you to your car.” Dax smiled, shaking Dr. Wagner’s hand.

  Kenny’s heart was racing; she was delirious with excitement. Not wanting to embarrass Dax by making a fool out of herself hooting and hollering, she bit her lower lip to stop from shouting out. Kenny was so close to exploding from the adrenaline rush, her body quivered. She was so happy for Dax and thrilled to have been a part of his important morning.

  From her spot in the field, she watched Dax conversing quietly with the doctor before he slid into his car. Although she couldn’t hear their discussion, she realized they were relaxed and engaged in a casual conversation. The doctor chuckled and slapped Dax on the back, casting Kenny a glance and a knowing smile. A warm blush crept its way up from her chest to heat her cheeks; they were talking about her. After he finished conversing with the doctor and the car had driven off, Dax joined her once more.

  Once they were alone, Kenny threw her arms around Dax neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  “You were incredible! That was so exciting! Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it! They loved it! I knew you could do it, I just knew it!”

  His lips found hers and he kissed her deeply. Slowly he lowered her down his body until her feet touched the ground.

  “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he mumbled against her lips.

  Kenny laughed. “Oh, yes you could have, but thanks just the same.”

  Holding hands, they walked over to the motorcycle.

  “We should celebrate,” she said excitedly. “What do you think?”

  “I’ve already got it covered,” he said huskily. “We’re going to go home and you are going to put on something incredibly fucking sexy, because I’m taking you to The Terrace Room in Bainbridge.”

  Her face warmed with excitement. Briefly. Then she felt the color drain from her face. “We don’t have to go there. It’s far too expensive.”

  “It’s perfect. And it comes highly recommended.”

  “Is that what you and the good doctor were discussing?”

  “Hmm-mmm.” Nuzzling the crook of her neck, Dax kissed his way up to her ear and then whispered, “I told him I wanted a special place to take an incredible woman out to dinner and he put two and two together. Guess he suspected you aren’t really my assistant. Well, not in business anyway.”

  “Oh, Dax.” She laughed.

  “Come on, baby, let’s go home.”

  As he said “home”, her body trembled in his arms. She tried not to get her hopes up, though. Despite her liking the idea of him staying, she knew it wasn’t a possibility. He had a life to get back to, as did she. It would hurt like hell when the time came for him to leave, but she wasn’t going to worry about it now. For now he was hers, and she his, and that was all that mattered.

  Chapter 8

  Cursing under her breath, clad only in panties and bra, Kenny stared at the contents of her closet with mild embarrassment. Dax had told her to wear something incredibly fucking sexy, and she was coming up empty handed. She hadn’t had the need or the desire to dress fit to kill in…she couldn’t remember how long.

  Now, more than anything in the world she wanted to look and feel incredibly fucking sexy. She wanted to take Dax Winslow’s breath away.

  “Ah,” she said in triumph, pulling a slinky number from the darkest depth of her closet. “I almost forgot you were here.”

  * * * *

  Dax heard the clicking of high heels approaching in the hallway and turned to await Kendall’s arrival. As she stepped into the room, his breath hitched. His body was suddenly on f
ire, and the burning in his loins made his balls ache.

  His knees threatened to buckle.

  “Is this okay?” Her voice was heavy with nervousness. Looking over at him sheepishly, her eyes barely made contact with his.

  Her curly blond hair was down, loose, but pulled up in a clip on the right side, revealing a tiny diamond teardrop earring. A matching necklace adorned her slender neck, the diamond resting in the tasty hollow of her throat. A silky spaghetti-strapped royal blue dress caressed her womanly curves, dipping low in the front to display a delicious amount of cleavage.

  The minx wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Dax’s mouth went dry, his cock rock-hard. He knew he wore a stupid grin on his face, yet he didn’t care. Without words, he motioned for her to spin around for him with the flick of his finger.

  She complied.

  The back of the dress rested teasingly just above her backside.

  Dax could see the cute twin dimples on her lower back and knew she wasn’t wearing panties either.

  As she faced him again, the slit running the length of her right thigh gaped open, where he caught a glimpse of the lacy band of the thigh high stockings she wore.

  His heart raced, pounding so hard he thought it would burst from his chest.

  On her feet, Kendall wore black, sling-back sandals with a four-inch heel.

  Feeling his balls tighten, Dax was sure he was about to come on the spot.

  “I’m speechless,” he admitted.

  * * * *

  Pleased with the effect she had on him, Kenny flashed him a sexy grin, sliding her right foot forward, spreading the split wider. Running her tongue along her lower lip, she relished in the heated desire Dax looked her over with. He reminded her of a predator stalking his prey. She shivered at the erotic intensity growing between them. He looked as if he were going to pounce and devour her whole.

  “I guess I meet your approval, Mr. Winslow?” she teased.

  “You are absolutely beautiful, Kendall. And sexy as hell.” He smiled mischievously.

  Kenny gave him the once-over—twice—and licked her lips seductively at him. “You clean up pretty good yourself, handsome.”

  Dax gathered her in his arms kissed her with heated thoroughness. “And you taste as good as you look, baby,” he whispered against her ear and stroked his thumb over the tip of her engorged left nipple. “I can’t wait to sample the rest of you.”

  Kenny quivered in anticipation.

  “Come, our chariot awaits.” Dax placed his hand low on her bare back, urging her toward the front door.

  Up until that moment, she hadn’t given any thought as to how they were going to travel to The Terrace Room. There was no way in hell she was riding her motorcycle in four-inch heels and a three-hundred dollar dress.

  Dax opened the front door, and they were greeted with a black stretch limousine parked in her driveway. A tuxedo-clad gentleman stood patiently by the back door.

  “Dax,” she gasped in surprise and tipped her head, looking up at him.

  “Honey, as much as I love riding behind you on your Hog, I thought we’d travel by car tonight. I want to be able to look my fill of your beautiful face and touch your soft skin and smell you and kiss you until my heart and my body are content.”

  Dax helped her down the stairs and into the limo. Inside, chilled champagne and a dozen long stemmed red roses awaited them. He picked up the bouquet and placed it in Kenny’s lap.

  “Thank you,” she whispered, inhaling the aromatic fragrance of the flowers. “They’re beautiful.”

  “They pale compared to you, my love.” He kissed her lips softly before pouring them each a flute of champagne.

  * * * *

  Kendall and Dax were escorted to a cozy table in a dimly lit corner of the restaurant. Sitting side by side, he still could not get close enough to her. His thigh rested against hers, his arm wrapped around her shoulder holding her to him as he nuzzled her neck. He delighted in the effect his intimate crowding created. Beside him, Kendall’s body trembled under his touch. The scent of her arousal teased his nose, and his tongue was begging to lick the moist flesh between her thighs.

  They dined on caviar and oyster appetizers with pink champagne to tickle their pallets. He watched her with amusement as he tipped a shell to feed her an oyster. Her expression was priceless, as she swallowed the delicacy. Her nose squished up, her eyes squeezed tight and her hand rested on her chest as the slimy little nugget slid down her throat.

  “Well?” He chuckled, watching her.

  She licked her lips and opened her eyes. “You know, that wasn’t half bad,” she admitted. “Now I get to feed you one.”

  As she fed Dax an oyster, he held her hand as she tipped the shell for the meat to slide into his waiting mouth.

  Their entrées arrived, consisting of seafood linguini and filet mignon. Dessert was crème brûlée and more champagne.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk to seduce and take advantage of me, Mr. Winslow?” Kendall tipped her flute, swallowing the bubbly pink liquid, eyeing him with feigned suspicion.

  Dax placed his hand over his heart, a feigned innocence on his face. “Moi? The thought never crossed my mind, Madame. But now that you’ve mentioned it, let’s finish up, I’ve got plans for you in the back of that limo.” He intended to enjoy. He waggled his brows and Kendall laughed.

  There was a chill in the air as they left the restaurant. Dax removed his jacket, draping it over Kendall’s shoulders. He held her close as they walked to the limo.

  Once inside, he raised the dividing window while his fingers stroked up the length of her leg. He turned in the seat to face her, pulling her against his chest as his lips met hers. His tongue slipped past her lips, sweeping along the inside of her moist cavern, exploring, tasting, savoring.

  Kendall groaned loudly, her hands gripping his arms.

  Dax’s lips nibbled down her throat and across to her shoulder. On his journey, he slid the offending thin strap of her dress keeping him from her down her arm. With the fluid motion of a predator, he moved and knelt on the floor in front of her. His hands explored her body with sensual purpose. Both straps of her dress now rested loosely around her forearms, her breasts completely free, and his lips caressed hers, hungrily.

  Slowly he slid Kendall to the edge of the plush seat, pushing the skirt of her dress high on her thighs, exposing her damp sex for his enjoyment.

  She pulled away from his mouth. “We can’t do this in here. The driver.”

  “It’s all right, baby, I’m just going to sample what I intend to devour when we get home.”

  Dax growled and dipped his head to suckle her puckered nipple into his mouth. His tongue laved the tight rosy tip, his teeth gently nipped her flesh. His fingers went on the hunt for entertainment of their own. Stroking her inner thighs, climbing higher and higher, until they found the moist heat of her pussy. He pushed a finger inside her body.

  Kendall shivered, moaning loudly.

  His finger stroked deeply for several minutes before adding a second. Kendall ran her fingers through Dax’s dark hair, clutching fistfuls as his fingers explored inside her and his mouth feasted on her breasts.

  “Dax. Ahh Dax, I’m going to…” Kendall whimpered on the seat, thrusting her hips against the fingers thrusting inside her.

  Dax played her body as if she were made only for him. He stilled his fingers and lowered his head between her splayed thighs.

  “Well, then I want to taste you while you come,” he whispered and flicked his tongue across her throbbing clit.

  His mouth closed around her, suckling the swollen nub hungrily, his fingers still inside her. Her body shuddered violently as her climax coursed through her. Kendall’s fingers fisted in his hair, her breath was erratic, harsh as she gasped for air.

  He gazed up at her from between her thighs, savoring her expression as exquisite pleasure racked her body. His tongue continued to lave her pussy, suckling, tugging gently, slipping inside her, driv
ing her to another release.

  “You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Kendall.”

  “Dax.” She shivered, her hands still gripping him.

  He rose up on his knees and unfastened his pants. Fumbling briefly, he pushed them over his hips, to his knees and leaned forward pressing the head of his cock against the slick opening of her pussy.

  She grabbed the top of his shirt and yanked. The buttons scattered around the limo as they were ripped away from the material.

  “Damn woman,” he growled with a smirk of aroused amusement and thrust his hips forward. “We’re going to have buy stock in dress shirts.”

  Kendall gasped in a sharp breath, her eyes rolled back in her head. In one swift, fluid motion, Dax was buried to the hilt inside her body. They shuddered against each other.

  “Dax. Oh God.” She cupped Dax’s ass cheeks in her hands and held him to her as he invoked a sensual rhythm that she met stroke for stroke.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby,” he groaned.

  They both looked down between them, shivering at the sight of their bodies joined together.

  Dax thrust in and out, faster, slower, driving the two of them crazy. She slid her hand down and rubbed her clit in time to his strokes.

  They were so close.

  “God, you are so sexy, Kendall,” he managed to gasp between thrusts. “Your fingers touching your sweet pussy. Christ,” he groaned. “I can’t hold it, honey, come with me.”

  “Yes, Dax, yes!”

  He felt her body tighten around him as Kendall found her release. He thrust into her harder, pushing her orgasm higher. Endlessly she spasmed around him, her body trembled, her skin glowing with perspiration. Her gorgeous blond curls were damp and tousled.

  Satisfied that she was sated, Dax allowed himself his own release. His cock jerked, spewing hot come deeply within, coating her insides.

  Dax placed a fierce kiss upon Kendall’s quivering lips before collapsing against her heaving chest. This was exactly where he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Nestled deep inside this woman—his woman—tasting her flesh, inhaling her feminine scent. Enjoying her. Savoring her. Cherishing her.