Tropical Tryst: 25 All New and Exclusive Sexy Reads

by Nicole Morgan

  I’m pretending to read my book, all the while actually studying the man beside me, his lusciously dark hair, deep and soulful gray eyes, and that sexy as hell scruff that runs the length of his jaw. God, how I ached to have that scruff on my body, I bet it felt all kinds of wicked. And then I notice the sleeping toddler in the seat next to him. Curled up like a perfect little chubby-cheeked cherub with her thumb in her mouth, long blonde curls covering most of her forehead. He’s draped his coat over her, and she’s using what appears to be his sweater as a pillow. A furry animal of some sort, maybe a bunny, peeks out from underneath her arm. All I can see is a pink nose and one glossy black eye, but I’m almost certain it’s a bunny.

  I let my eyes flit back to my book for just a second, and suddenly a hand lands on my belly and begins to rub it rhythmically.

  I give him an incredulous look. “Excuse me, sir, but what do you think you are doing?”

  He rolls his eyes. “Are you going to make me role-play our meet-cute every year for the rest of my life? Oh, he’s kicking!” Derrick’s eyes, glittering and happy, flash to mine. “That was a hard one. Does it hurt?”

  My hand falls on top of his as we feel our son try to get himself comfortable. My eyes flutter shut, and I sigh. “No, not really. He’s still got some space yet. Another month or two and he’ll be up in my ribs, just like Holly was.”

  He chuckles. “And there she stayed.”

  I stretch and smile but don’t bother to open my eyes. “Yes, and there she stayed. Stubborn little monkey. How’d you get her to fall asleep, finally?”

  His fingers link with mine, and he brings the back of my hand to his lips. “I told her she’ll be too tired for the beach tomorrow unless she gets some sleep now. Then she asked if she’ll get to see Connor and Thea. I told her not unless she has a nap.”

  Another sigh. “This was a very good idea. Hawaii for two whole weeks, with Chase and his family.”

  “Yeah,” he yawns. “And you all pregnant and gorgeous in a bikini. I’m excited.”

  I snort and shake my head. “I can’t believe this time next year there will be four of us. It seemed so hard at first when she was newborn. And now it’s easy…” I pop one eye open, and he’s giving me a couple of raised brows. “Okay, okay, it’s not easy, it’s easier.”

  The brows appear to climb even higher. “This coming from the woman who was threatening to leave our child in the gift shop just an hour ago, when she threw the mother of all tantrums?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Touché. Fine, not easier.”

  I can tell he’s struggling not to smile. He doesn’t say anything.

  “I’m just nervous about having two kids. We need this time away, just the three of us.”

  Stowing his laptop into its case, he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I let my head fall to his and close my eyes again. “It’ll be tough at first. But we’re in this together. Just another adventure, right? Though instead of being robbed blind of money and cameras, they’re just going to rob us of sleep, sex and our sanity for the foreseeable future. Oh, and maybe my hair.” With a worried frown, he runs his free hand through his silky locks.

  Oh, how I hope he goes salt and pepper.

  “But you know, they’ll probably just make you go gray.” I snort, and he plants a kiss to my forehead. “You, me, them…this is us, and I couldn’t be happier about what’s in store.”

  A lone tear trickles down my cheek, and I let my free hand fall to the somersaulting infant in my belly. “This is us, isn’t it? Happy, healthy…”

  “And head-over-heels in love.”

  I swallow and look up at him, unshed tears blurring my vision. He has them, too. “And head-over-heels in love.”

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  Whitley Cox

  LOVE, PASSION AND POWER: PART 1

  THE DARK AND DAMAGED HEARTS SERIES, BOOK 1

  KENDRA

  “Whoa-ho-ho, just take a look at Mr. Mega-Bucks who just pulled into the parking lot. All perfect hair and over-priced sunglasses.”

  I glanced up to where Damien was indicating. Sure enough, there was a Mr. Mega-Bucks, albeit also a Mr. Super-Sexy Mega-Bucks, stepping out of a gunmetal gray Aston Martin DB9. The slick paint job and clean rims glistening like freshly polished silver in the warm May sunshine.

  “Well isn’t he a delectable little piece?” Manuel added, coming up behind me and resting his elbows on the counter, settling his stubbly chin on his interlocked hands. “Who do you think he is?”

  “He’s Justin Williams, and he’s going to be working with you, Kendra. He’s been referred by his physician, and you’re to give him the works,” Lacy said, looking up at me beneath her feathery lashes.

  “Lucky girl,” Manuel whined playfully. “I’d certainly like to give him the works!” Then he elbowed me in the ribs before heading to the back to see to his massage client.

  I rolled my eyes. Yes, lucky me indeed. I get to work with this pompous ass. Who probably has more money than brains and better hair than most women I know. Lucky me indeed. I watched as he sauntered toward the front door and opened it, the sun behind his head giving him an almost biblical glow as he removed his sunglasses. He tucked his shades into the neck of his baby-blue polo shirt, and graced the foyer with his presence.

  And despite my usual indifference toward someone with more money than brains, because clearly, that was the case with this guy, I couldn’t help but feel myself get a tad winded by his looks as he strode toward us. Light brown hair fell just so over his forehead with messy windswept abandon, while eyes, as blue and bright as the Caribbean Ocean, sparkled above youthful rosy cheeks. Boyish and innocent Hollywood — not that there is anything innocent about Hollywood and there probably wasn’t anything innocent about this guy either.

  But when he smiled at Lacy — Jesus Christ! I just about swallowed my tongue. Big, straight white teeth on that million-dollar grin, to go along with what I can only assume were his millions of dollars. His swagger was practiced and carefree, but it also exuded cockiness and confidence. And the heavy sway of the bulge in his khaki shorts said he was well practiced in bringing a woman to her knees and keeping her there — willingly!

  “Hi,” he said, all smiles with a coquettish wink at Lacy who was eating it up with both hands. She batted her eyelashes and flipped her platinum shoulder-length hair around her head as if there was a giant fan in the corner. “Justin Williams. I’m here for a consult. Dr. Ernest referred me.”

  I turned my back on them, too embarrassed by the ridiculousness of my co-worker to continue watching. Instead, I busied myself with the file in my hand, straightening papers that didn’t need straightening and reading things I didn’t need to read.

  “Yes… yes, Mr. Williams. We’ve uh… we’ve been expecting you.” Lacy’s words fumbled and fell out of her mouth like marbles in a teaspoon. Get it together woman; he’s just another pretty face. “Uh, Kendra…?”

  I turned to her, taking great care not to look at the sexy God-like creature standing on the opposite side of the reception desk. “Yeah, wuzzup?” I instantly cringed inside at my overly cavalier attitude. I never say ‘wuzzup.’ Nobody says ‘wuzzup’ anymore. It’s been thirty seconds, and already this man has me acting like a complete fool.

  “Are you free to take Mr. Williams into the back for his consult and orientation?”

  “Sure. Mr. Williams, if you’ll follow me please.” I gave a vague and disinterested smile to Mr. Williams, motioning for him to follow me. He gave another flashy grin and wink to Lacy, which sent her into a fit of giggles and snickers like a moon-struck schoolgirl, her hair flying in a completely unnecessary tailspin around her bobble head.

  We traveled down the hallway in silence, but the fact that I couldn’t see him didn’t mean I wasn’t fully aware of the eyeball-sized holes he was boring into my ass — the man was an incorrigible pig.r />
  “In here. Have a seat, and we’ll get started.” I gestured, holding the door open to the office I shared with other personal trainers on staff.

  The room was empty. Damien, Cheryl, and Tim were all out with clients, and with that emptiness, I felt a sudden awareness of this man and his big — I’m guessing six-foot-three, two-hundred-pound body — being only inches from mine as he crossed the threshold. And of course, he smelled magnificent; a heavenly mixture of aftershave, coconuts, and soap.

  His eyes traveled up and down my body in slow appraisal and, although I had clothes on, the way he was looking at me I could have been wearing nothing at all. Instinctively I squirmed under his gaze as I propped open the door and walked around the desk to take my seat.

  “So, Mr. Williams, let’s start off with you telling me a little bit about yourself and why Dr. Ernest referred you to our facility.”

  I opened his file and scanned it briefly, slowly lifting my head to meet his gaze; it was penetrating. His head was slightly cocked to one side, and a bemused half-smile danced across his sensuous lips. I raised my eyebrows slightly to prompt a response and show him that, contrary to popular belief, he didn’t have the same effect on all women. I wasn’t about to lose my shit or my cool simply because he’d smiled at me and undressed me with his eyes, all the way down to my toe-ring.

  He leaned back in the chair and crossed his left leg over his right, resting the ankle on the knee, took a deep breath and then exhaled loudly. I didn’t move, fidget or respond. I just waited.

  “Well, what can I say? I’m a workaholic who eats shit, doesn’t exercise, barely sleeps and takes prescription drugs to stay awake. Some of these drugs are not exactly ‘legal.'” He used air quotes. “In Canada… And according to my doctor, all this caused me to have a heart attack a few weeks ago… albeit a mild one.”

  A faint buzzing sound permeated the sudden silence in the room. Immediately he put his foot down on the floor and leaned forward. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he slid his thumb over the touch screen and then it was as though I didn’t exist. That we weren’t in the middle of a serious conversation and that I wasn’t sitting across from him, four feet away.

  I watched as he continued to fiddle on his phone, his face in a pent up scrunch, lines that I hadn’t noticed before etched deep on his otherwise youthful face. Suddenly the phone buzzed again, and he held a finger up to me indicating silence or that he needed a minute, either way, it was rude as hell.

  “Williams!” He snapped into the receiver. “I don’t care right now John, just liquidate and pull out. I don’t need the hassle right now. Pay them fucking overtime for all I care, double-time if we have to, it’ll still be a savings in the long run. Just get it all out of there… good… Call me when it’s done.” And without a farewell, he did the less-than-dramatic red-button press and hung up on “John.”

  “Sorry about that.” He looked up at me and shrugged sheepishly, adding a wink to his grin to try and soften the blow. “Business.”

  “Mr. Williams, we have a strict ‘no phone’ policy in the facility. For future reference, you are to turn your phone off or onto silent mode and either leave it in your locker in the men’s change room or check it at reception with Lacy.”

  His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and that same quirky smirk played across his full pouty lips. “Is that so? Well, I am never without my phone… but I’m up for the challenge. Would you like it now?” he asked as he put it on the desk and mimed sliding to across to me.

  “We won’t be in here long. You can hand it off to Lacy when we pass reception.”

  “Very well… I, uh… I get the feeling… Miss…?”

  “Kendra, Kendra Black,” I snapped, eyeing him up and questioning where this was going.

  “Miss Black, I get the feeling you don’t like me very much. Is that correct? Have I done something to offend you?” His head cocked to the side again as he leaned forward, clasping his hands and resting them on the desk.

  I sighed heavily and leaned back in my own seat gauging him warily. “I don’t know you, Mr. Williams—”

  “Justin, please call me Justin.” Humor and mischief danced in his eyes.

  “Justin, fine, I don’t know you at all… Justin, but I will tell you this. I have zero, zero tolerance for recreational drug use or abuse of prescribed pharmaceuticals. If I find out you’re using again I will drop you as a client faster than you can blink, are we clear? This is a center of rehabilitation for the body and mind. People come here after they have had surgery, an injury, a heart attack like you, a stroke or other kinds of serious trauma or setbacks. But we are not a rehab facility for addicts. Got it? Secondly, I don’t know who you are, or, better yet, who you think you are but don’t think you can charm me like you charmed Lacy. I’m not impressed by money or power. You’re the client, and I’m your trainer, and the sooner you realize and accept that the better this relationship will be.”

  I caught my reflection in the sunglasses he’d hooked in the top of his shirt. I looked pissed off. Why was I so pissed off? I needed to cut the guy some slack. I didn’t know him, and he’d just had a heart attack. I berated myself for my earlier bitchiness and corrected my scowl. I could still maintain professionalism and also be nice. I was a nice person.

  I watched him as he processed my comments, his eyebrows dancing up and down on his tanned forehead while his lips twisted into a tiny pout. It was a cute look for him, I must admit, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted. Nice didn’t have to mean flirty either.

  “Well, Miss Black, I assure you I’m clean and plan to be for the foreseeable future, so you don’t have to worry about that. And as far as the charming goes… well, it’s up to you to be strong enough to resist my charms. I’m just being me.” A satisfied and wry little smirk caught on his mouth.

  I huffed a laugh and then reached for my pen. “Very well, Mister… Justin, if you don’t mind, I’m going to ask you a series of questions so I can get a better idea of your lifestyle. To understand how we can best help you here. Is that all right? I see you completed our online in-depth new client form, thank you, that saves us some time.”

  “Ask away, lady. I’m an open book.” He leaned back and crossed his ankle onto his knee again.

  “All right, well it says here that you are thirty-four, is that correct?”

  “Yes.”

  “How often would you say you exercise per week and what does that exercise consist of?”

  “I don’t work out. At all.”

  “Oh, okay.” I scribbled a big line through the section concerning workout routine.

  “And your diet. What does a typical day’s diet look like for you?”

  “Six cups of coffee, two in the morning, four spread out over the rest of the day, a microwave breakfast burrito if I remember to eat breakfast that is. Maybe a burger, or a slice or two of pizza for lunch and probably the same for dinner or maybe a steak if I have to go out for dinner with clients. And I love potato chips. I usually eat at least a bag a day while at work in my office, salt-and-vinegar or all-dressed, those are my faves. Sometimes I don’t have time for lunch, so I just down a bag of chips before a meeting. And then I finish the night off with a six-pack of beer or two or three doubles of scotch, usually.”

  “Wow, I’m surprised you’re not four hundred pounds.”

  “A fast metabolism runs in my family.”

  I tapped my pen against the desk. “Yes, well, just because you’re not overweight doesn’t mean you’re healthy. Now tell me about your personal life. What do you do to relax and have fun?”

  “I don’t. I work. All. The. Time. I socialize for work purposes, drinks with clients or potential clients, golf to schmooze. I have friends, but besides James I barely see them, we’re all too busy.”

  “Is James your… uh, partner?”

  “No,” he said flatly. Purposefully not giving me any inclination into his sexual orientation. Though by the way he flirted with Lacy and had been blatant
ly raking his eyes up and down my body, I’d bet he was as heterosexual as they come.

  “Romantic relationship status?”

  “Nothing significant.”

  “So, single?”

  “Yes.”

  “How do you relieve stress?”

  “Sex. Or copious amounts of masturbation.”

  I looked up at him from beneath my lashes, determined to look professional and let him know that his comment, although meant to startle me, hadn’t fazed me in the least.

  “That’s it?”

  “Yep. Oh, and I like to read comic books.”

  “Okay then. And how about your relationship with your family?”

  He lifted one shoulder. “Meh, it’s all right. I mean it’s not strained. I love my parents and my brother and sister, but we’re not what I would call ‘close.' I’ve got a good relationship with my dad, but he lives in Hawaii. My mum, step-dad and half-sibs live in Montreal.”

  “And have you taken the leave of absence from work your doctor advised?”

  “No.”

  I tilted my head and lifted an eyebrow. “Why not?”

  “Too busy. I’ll do everything else he’s making me do, but I’m not leaving work.”

  I decided to ignore this as it was ultimately going to get me nowhere and chose to move on. “Okay. So, I see here that Dr. Ernest has recommended you take up yoga for stress and that I set up a fitness routine for you. Something that you can manage and fit into your life so that it is maintainable once we’re through. I’m also going to set you up with a nutrition plan to help change your diet. After all, changing your body for weight-loss or fitness is thirty percent exercise and seventy percent what you put in your mouth. Are you okay with all of this?”

  He lifted one shoulder arrogantly. “Yeah, sure. I mean I don’t want to have another jammer and die.”

  “No of course not. I don’t want you to have another jammer either. So, I think today what we’ll do is do a fitness assessment, get your body mass index, body fat content, your body age. I already have the blood work that the hospital sent over, so that’s good. And then I think we’ll do a yoga session for the last hour to de-stress, so we finish on a high note. Did you bring other clothes?”