Luke and I were going to the beach later today. There was a luau tonight at the hotel, then we were planning to visit some Oahu sites tomorrow and then do some island hopping the next day.
I wondered how finding the body on the terrace below ours would affect our plans. I figured it wouldn’t overmuch. We didn’t know the man, had no connection to him whatsoever, and couldn’t contribute anything to the investigation.
And, yet, there was a homicide detective waiting for me when I returned to the hotel.
He was in the lobby and had approached me the instant I walked through the door.
“Excuse me, are you Mrs. Fontaine?”
“Yes.”
He flipped open a wallet to show me a badge. Then he motioned the bodyguard forward.
“And are you Mr. Fontaine?” the detective asked.
“No.” The bodyguard put himself between the detective and me. “I’m with Mr. Fontaine’s security detail here on the island. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Where is Mr. Fontaine?”
“He’ll be along in about twenty minutes or so.”
“Thank you.” He stepped to the side so he could see me beyond the bodyguard’s bulk. “Mrs. Fontaine, I’m Detective John Harker. I’d like to speak with you.”
“Of course,” I said. “I don’t know that I’ll be of much help, but I’ll be glad to answer your questions.”
“The hotel has provided us a small conference room,” he said. “Please step this way.”
The bodyguard stepped forward. “Wait. Mrs. Fontaine, shall I accompany you?”
“I’ll be questioning Mrs. Fontaine alone,” Detective Harker said.
“Very well. Then I’ll wait here for Mr. Fontaine.”
“Please do,” said Detective Harker. “Let him know I’d like to speak with him as soon as I finish talking with his wife.”
“Mrs. Fontaine, would you like me to take your bag up to your room?” the bodyguard asked.
My eyes widened. “Please.”
He nodded and took the bad. “I’ll see to it right away.”
Detective Harker, a man of average height, slender build, and thinning dark blond hair, led me back to a conference room with an oval table surrounded by six chairs. Although the table took up the majority of the room, there was a credenza on the far side of the room with bottled water and a coffee maker.
“Would you care for a bottle of water?” Detective Harker asked.
“No, thank you. I’m fine.” And I was…at the moment. I simply hoped this wouldn’t take too long. Something about the entire ordeal made me nervous. I was beginning to wish we hadn’t been the ones to make that morbid discovery.
And, with that thought, Detective Harker seemed to dive right into my thoughts.
“Mrs. Fontaine, you told the security guard here at the hotel that you were standing on your balcony at approximately seven fifteen a.m. when you discovered the man lying on the balcony below yours. Is that correct?”
“Actually, my husband is the one who first saw the body. He took a photo of me with the phone in his camera, and then he noticed the man lying on the veranda below us.”
“And did he immediately call security?” he asked.
“Of course he did.”
“Had you met the couple staying in the room below yours?” he asked.
“As we already told the security guard, we have not met them…nor have we met any of the other couples staying at the hotel,” I said. “We’re planning on going to our first luau tonight. Perhaps we’ll socialize some then.”
“Right. So you know nothing of the man you discovered this morning?”
“Nothing.” What was he trying to get at? Hadn’t I made myself pretty clear?
“All right. I guess that’s all I have for you for now.” He handed me his card. “Should you think of anything…even anything you can think of that might be trivial…about the victim or his wife….”
“Victim?” I interrupted.
“Yes. Mr. Columbus was murdered.”
I gasped. “By whom?”
“Well…that’s what we’re trying to discover,” he said. He stood. “Thank you for your time, Mrs. Fontaine.”
“Of course.” I placed his card in my purse and stood.
Detective Harker opened the door to the conference room, and I stepped out into the hallway. Luke and the bodyguard were there waiting for us.
“Good. You’re here, Mr. Fontaine,” said Detective Harker. “May I speak privately with you now?”
“After I have a moment with my wife, you may.” Luke pulled me slightly aside. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “I’m fine. It’s just that the man we saw this morning…the police think somebody murdered him.”
“Stay in the lobby with Fisk until I speak with the detective. I don’t want you to be alone.”
“Okay.” I turned to Fisk, glad that I finally had a name for him. “Do you mind, Mr. Fisk?”
He smiled slightly. “Not at all. That’s what I’m here for.”
Luke ran a hand down my cheek. “Everything will be all right. Don’t worry.”
I nodded. But it was hard not to worry. Had the murder of Mr. Columbus been an isolated incident? Or were others—like Luke and I—in danger too? Luke was an important businessman, thus, Fisk and other security guards. Was Harker questioning us because he thought Luke might’ve been the killer’s intended target?
Chapter Three
After talking with Detective Harker, Luke joined Fisk and me in the lobby.
“Let’s go into the coffee shop and have a latte,” he said.
Fisk nodded as if “latte” was some sort of code word.
We went into the coffee shop. Luke and Fisk did indeed get a latte. I got a cappuccino and talked Luke and Fisk into joining me in having chocolate cupcakes with coconut frosting. They were so big they came on a saucer with a fork. Yummo!
The shop was practically deserted, but Luke led us over to a table in the far corner. Fisk took the seat facing the front of the shop, and Luke sat facing the window. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I felt I was in the middle of some sort of top secret mission. I didn’t care. I had a cupcake.
After oh-so-carefully placing my cupcake and cappuccino on the table, I took the seat to Luke’s left. I dug my fork into the cupcake, took a bite, and moaned in ecstasy.
Luke arched a brow. “Really?”
“Really,” I said. “Taste.”
He took a bite. “Not bad.”
I rolled my eyes. Men. Sometimes I think they don’t know how to fully appreciate anything.
“Fisk, I’d like you to find out everything you can about this Columbus guy who was found dead on his veranda this morning,” Luke said.
“Yes, sir,” said Fisk.
“Say whatever you need to say—you’re concerned about the security of your client…whatever—but dig a little. Bribe, if you need to. Do you have enough cash on you for that?”
Fisk nodded. He was a man of few words.
“Great. I want to solve his murder before Harker does,” said Luke.
My eyes widened, and I nearly choked on my bite of cupcake. I took a sip of my cappuccino. “You’re kidding, right?”
Luke shook his head. “No. I’m completely serious. You know I read a lot of thrillers and mysteries. I’ve always thought I would make a good detective. I can finally put my theory to the test.”
“But surely Harker has leads,” I said.
“Then why would he waste time talking with us?” Luke asked. “The security guard already deduced that we know nothing about Mr. Columbus. Then he spoke with both of us separately. He doesn’t have a clue about this case.”
“You’d think if he wanted to know something from us, he’d be a little more forthcoming with his information,” I said. “I mean, do they think it was a botched robbery attempt?”
“He didn’t tell me any of his theories,” Luke said. “That’s why I think he doesn’t have muc
h.”
“Then what makes you think you’ll fare better than the police in solving this case?” I asked.
“Are you doubting my abilities?” he asked. “Do you think I can’t do something I put my mind to?”
I smiled. “I know you can do anything you put your mind to.”
“And I’m putting my mind to solving the murder of Mark Columbus.” He winked.
Fisk stood. “I should get to ferretting out any information I can then. If you don’t mind, I’ll take my latte with me.”
“Great, Fisk. Thank you,” said Luke.
Fisk nodded to me, took his latte, and left the coffee shop.
“You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?” I asked.
He nodded. “I think I can do this. Correction—I know we can do it. What do you say? We’re here for a fortnight full of adventure. Let’s add one more.”
I laughed. “You know I’m all for your adventures.”
“Good. Let’s go back to the room.”
I looked at his plate. “You’ve barely touched your cupcake. And Fisk didn’t touch his.”
“I’ll get a box, and we’ll take them with us.”
I took another bite of my cupcake while Luke was retrieving the box. I didn’t need the calories…but I figured Luke and I would work them off later.
As we walked down the hall toward our room, I wondered aloud how we’d know whose bag was whose.
“I mean, both were plain brown paper bags,” I said. “Do we just dump both in the middle of the bed and have show-and-tell?”
Luke shook his head. “Nope. Fisk is efficient. I’m certain he took care of it.”
He was right. When we went into the room, the bags were on the bed. Fisk had used the pen on the nightstand to write His and Hers on them.
I laughed. “He is efficient. Where’d you find him?”
“I use Fisk’s agency whenever I’m on the West Coast,” he said. “We’ve worked together for years.”
“He doesn’t say much.”
“Doesn’t have to. When you’re in a tight spot, Fisk is the guy you want to have your back.”
I went over and linked my arms around his neck. “You’re the guy I want to have my back.”
“I’ve got it, baby. I’ve got it.” He bent his head and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues twined together as we pressed our bodies closer.
When Luke moved his mouth to my neck, I said, “About that show-and-tell….”
He gave a husky laugh. “Show-and-tell will have to wait. Fisk might call to report his findings any minute, and I don’t want to be disturbed during show-and-tell.”
“I hope he comes up with something before tonight’s luau,” I said. “That might be an excellent place to gather information.”
“Ah…so you’re getting into the spirit of things too.”
I grinned. “I am. It’s exciting. But then everything is exciting with you.”
“Slip on your swimsuit, and let’s go down to the beach.”
We walked hand in hand ankle-deep in the water off Waikiki Beach. The sun felt glorious on my skin. I wore a black bikini with a gauzy white cover-up and a wide-brimmed white straw hat.
Luke wore red swim trunks. I caught several women staring at him as we passed by, openly admiring. Who could blame them, though? My guy was gorgeous—dark hair, frosty blue eyes, perfect teeth, dimples you could drink from. And that was only from the neck up! With his broad shoulders, chiseled pecs and abs, flat stomach, tight butt, and muscular legs, he was just the total package.
I smiled at the women like Ha ha, he’s all mine.
A sudden, more forceful wave came up and splashed our calves. I squealed and giggled.
Luke swept me up into his arms. “I could take you out and drop you into the ocean, you know.”
“You could. But I’ll drag you down with me.”
“Hmm…might be fun.” He let me down. “I’d better save that move for later, though. I have my phone in my pocket.”
I laughed and looked around at the crowded beach, the feathery palms, the giggling children, the foamy waves, and the sailboats a short distance away. “Isn’t all this glorious?”
“Yes, it is.” He took my hand, raised it to his lips, and kissed it. Then he kept it ensconced in his own large hand as we continued walking down the beach.
I noticed a young couple with a baby. Farther on down the beach, an old couple was walking together. The man had a metal detector, and they were apparently searching for treasure. I grinned at the life progression represented here on the beach.
“What’re you smiling about?” Luke asked.
I nodded toward the elderly couple. “That might be us someday.”
“Maybe.”
Luke’s phone rang. As he answered it, we strode out of the water and onto the beach.
“Hi, Fisk. What’d you find out?”
He listened while Fisk relayed the information. I could hear Fisk’s clipped voice, but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I knew Luke would fill me in when he finished his call.
I bent and picked up a large triton shell by my foot. It was white with a ruffled edge and brown and tan markings.
Luke walked over to me as he put his phone back into his pocket. “What did you find?”
“A shell. Isn’t it pretty?”
“It is.” He held out his hand. “Here. I’ll put it in my pocket until we get back to the room.”
I handed him the shell. “What did Fisk say?”
“The Columbus and De Marco wedding party is still staying at the hotel. The couple had only gotten married yesterday.”
“And he was found dead this morning? How tragic!”
“It is,” Luke agreed. “Fisk says the security guards have no leads whatsoever.”
“So then…what?” I asked. “What was the motive for the murder?”
“That’s what we’ll soon find out, babe.” He winked. “But, for now, I want to see what you bought at the toy store.”
I laughed. “No. I want to see what you bought.”
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
When we got back to our room, Luke suggested we start with one of mine. I chose the massage kit.
“This has possibilities,” he said.
“Get undressed and lie back on the bed, and let’s discover those possibilities.”
I lit the aromatherapy candle and then turned on the massager so it would heat up. I put the warming oil on the nightstand.
I’d already taken off my hat, but I slowly and sensuously removed my cover-up, then my bikini top, and then my panties. I was thrilled to see that my performance got a rise out of Luke.
He lay naked on the bed, his legs splayed apart, and his hands clasped behind his head.
I started at the foot of the bed, kissing his left ankle…working my way up his calf…his thigh…and then licking his balls before moving back down to the other leg. Again, I worked my way up to licking his balls, pleased when he spread his legs wider and arched his back.
I put my mouth over his erect cock and slid down, sucking the head and teasing it with my tongue every time I came up. He groaned.
“You’re killing me,” he ground out.
I went back down. I sucked him slowly, wanting to tantalize him. I cupped his sac and ran my thumb over his balls as I sucked his cock.
Then I sat up, straddled him, and tasted his nipples. When they grew even harder, I took the aromatherapy candle and dripped just a little wax onto the buds.
“Ow!” He smiled. “That was wicked.”
I returned his smile. “I’m just getting started.” I took the warming oil and rubbed it in my palms. I rubbed it over Luke’s chest, his shoulders, his legs.
“Roll over,” I said.
He looked down at his erection. “Seriously?”
“Okay, then, stand up and face the bed.”
He did.
I took more warming oil and rubbed it down his back. Then I warmed m
ore in my hands and began to massage his sexy ass. First, I massaged the cheeks, and then I tickled the skin between his sac and his hole.
He moaned.
When I slid my index finger into his hole, he drew in his breath.
“Feel good?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I added my middle finger to give him a little more girth.
He groaned. “I need you…please…let me have you.”
I fingered him just a few moments longer. “How do you want me?”
“Bent over this bed…doggy style.”
I slowly, teasingly, removed my fingers and stood. Before bending over the bed, I kissed him.
He made the kiss more forceful, his tongue invading my mouth and taking possession of it. Then he turned me away from him, bent me over the bed, and drove his dick into my hot, wet pussy. He pounded me, slapping my ass, and then holding my hips as he rode me harder, driving into me so deep I could feel his balls against me.
“Oh, yes!” I cried. “Yes!”
He took one hand and fingered my clit until I thought my legs were going to give out. And then we came together.
A few minutes later, we were cuddled on the bed when Luke said, “Now I get to show you one of mine.”
“Already?”
He chuckled. “It’s just something I want you to wear for me.” He reached into the bag he’d placed on his side of the bed and took out a small pink box.
I opened the box to reveal a barely-there pair of black lace and satin panties. The sides were lace with satin ties, and they were satin in the front and back.
“Wow, these are sexy.”
“I know,” Luke said. “And while we’re at the luau, I want the anticipation of taking them off you.”
Chapter Four
While Luke was shaving, I slipped on the panties he’d bought me. They felt a little odd—a bit heavy in front—but I chalked it up to their being new and my not wearing any panties all day prior to putting them on. I put on a black lace corset to complement them. I’d bought it before we left, and Luke hadn’t seen it yet. I thought that if he was looking forward to seeing me in the panties, then the corset would be an added, unexpected bonus for him. Then I slid on a strapless, black silk maxi dress with a slit to mid-thigh and a pair of silver thong sandals. It was a casual look, but I thought it was sexy too.
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