Welcome to the luxury island resort of Bandicoot Cove…
Where fantasies tend to become reality.
(The unofficial prequel to Office Affair)
“My room is just down there.” Sienna pointed, her voice breathless.
Ah. A beachside bungalow. Figured. Kylie would have saved the best for her best friends. His own suite was situated in the staff quarters. Nothing to sneeze at, but a million miles away from here. “Condoms are in my room,” he told her, wondering why the fuck he didn’t carry one around in his pocket at all times.
New rule. From this second on always carry a condom. Always. No question.
Her lips curved into a sexy grin. “I have some.”
Josh faltered midstep. “You do?”
“There’s a box in the bathroom. Compliments of the hotel.”
“So, they’re not yours?”
She shook her head.
Unquestionable relief stole through him. They weren’t hers. Which meant she hadn’t come here with the intention of having sex.
“I didn’t think to bring any,” she confessed. Her lips twitched as she looked on ahead, steering him towards her bungalow. “I don’t usually use condoms with my vibrator.”
Josh tripped. Over his own feet. Fuck, she hadn’t even blushed when she’d said that.
Sienna turned to steady him. “You okay?”
Christ, the way her eyes danced, mischief painted all over her delectable face, her freckles standing out… “You said that on purpose,” he accused. “Just to get a reaction out of me.”
Why on earth had he ever thought her eyes were the color of a summer sky? Right now they looked black. Her pupils were enormous, dark spheres rimmed with navy.
“Did I get a reaction?” she asked with the tiniest hint of a smirk.
Jesus, what happened to the naïve kid he’d known in school? “Did you want one?”
She shrugged sweetly. “Only if it promises more satisfaction than my vibrator.”
He couldn’t take another second of her teasing. Of her subtle scent that drifted through his nose with hints of cinnamon. Of her creamy white skin, so silky, just begging to be touched. He couldn’t take one more second.
With more speed than he knew he possessed, he backed her up against the trunk of a palm tree, stepped in close—so close she’d have no doubt of the satisfaction his response could provide—and slanted his mouth over hers.
The little minx was ready for him, her lips soft, warm, welcoming and…parted.
Holy fuck! She’d parted her lips for him, inviting his tongue in, leaving the hot, sweet cavern of her mouth open to his exploration.
Her taste hit him with the force of a cannonball, smashing into his chest, winding him. Sweet and tangy, like strawberries and rum. And salty, like the sea air. Innocence, mischief and…sadness, all rolled into one.
He could taste all that on her tongue? Sadness? Why?
Then she whimpered against his lips, and his thoughts scattered. She twined a leg around his, hooking her foot around his ankle, pressing her groin into his and lining her pussy up with his cock.
He hadn’t been kidding earlier when he’d said if she’d touched him, even once, when they were younger, it’d have been game over in a second. Suddenly he was that horny kid all over again. The determined teenager, aroused and desperate for a taste of her, a feel of her, knowing he could never have her.
She slid her hand between their bodies, cupping his dick through his boardies, making him groan savagely into her mouth.
The sound must have motivated her. Less than a second later the same hand was dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts and caressing his bare, aching penis. Here, in the open, standing just on the side of a public pathway, where God knew who could walk past. Anyone.
Anyone. And she was holding his dick in her palm, petting it.
Christ. Fuck. Holy shit.
She was in his arms, pressing her body against him, wrapping her hand around his erection, and damned if he wasn’t on the verge of ending the game right now.
He wrenched his lips from hers, his eyes scrunched shut, pain shooting through his balls.
Fuck, release. He needed release. Needed to come.
“Let go. Quick,” he rasped. Whoa. Close. Way too close. “Say something, anything. Get my mind off fucking you, or it’s not gonna happen.”
Her hand was an instrument of torture, releasing him in tiny, tormenting strokes. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her breasts scraping against his chest with every inhalation.
Not helping. Not one little bit. “Princess, fuck, say something.”
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They’re about to make her fantasy a reality
Bandicoot Cove, Book 3
Fresh off a breakup, Sienna James doesn’t expect to find the star of all of her adolescent fantasies at the exotic resort where she’s holidaying. And she certainly doesn’t expect her ex to show up to convince her it’s not over. Faced with two hot men offering to fulfil her every fantasy, what’s a woman supposed to do?
Josh Lye never forgot Sienna. He wants her just as much today as he did all those years ago. They’re adults now, and there’s nothing to stop them getting together—except her ex, who has the wildest proposition.
When Ben Cowley arrives at Bandicoot Cove, he’s determined to win Sienna back. He knows she still loves him, but he also sees the way she looks at Josh.
Sleeping with both men at the same time in order to decide between them could be a recipe for disaster. Or it could be the start of something unexpected.
Island Idyll is the unofficial prequel to Office Affair.
(Please note: This book has been previously published.)
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