Page 16 of Sinners Retreat

Kindra

He turns to me with a sheepish smile. I’m a bit shocked to find him at the lobby desk instead of the lounge where we agreed to meet. His choice of attire also surprises me.

The maroon shirt threatens to cut off the circulation to the entirety of his upper body, and the black sport shorts have officially usurped gray sweats in the Cock-Showcase Olympics. The man is packing a grenade launcher in those things, and I’m prepared to offer myself as sacrifice.

“Kindra, I’m terribly sorry,” he says. “I’ve locked myself out of my room, and this nice lady at the desk refuses to make a copy of my key.”

I flash the girl a cotton-candy grin. “Oh, that’s okay. I’ll just give the resort owners a call.”

As I pull my cell phone from my pocket, the girl at the desk begins typing something into her keyboard.

“No need,” she says. “Since you’ve confirmed that he’s Ezra Carter, I’ll get the key made right away.”

I slip the phone back into my pocket. “Thanks, sweety. I’ll let Cheryl know what an excellent employee you are at our next mimosa brunch.”

The desk girl shuffles away to a back room, leaving me alone with Ezra.

“Thanks for that,” he says as he runs his hand through his damp hair. “I’m so glad you know the owner. What a stroke of luck.”

“Oh, I don’t know any such person, but the resort owner waxes on about herself for about an hour in the intro video on the television. I just snagged some of the info I overheard while I was getting ready.”

“Stunning and sly. What else will I learn about you this evening, Miss Amato?”

He eyes me with a smirk that turns my pussy into a Slip ‘n Slide, and his gaze assesses me as if he knows what I look like without any clothes on. If any other man looked at me this way, I’d eat him alive, but something tells me I’m the one on the menu tonight.

There is something to be said about a man who drips with natural masculine energy. Most men put on a front. They posture and parade around like gorillas when they’re nothing more than kittens in costume. Ezra has no need for any of that. The beast within him lingers just below the surface, hiding behind his dark eyes and waiting to pounce.

The blonde scurries back to her post and holds a key card toward Ezra. He takes it with a nod, then turns to me.

“Would it be too much of a bother if I pop up to my room for a quick change? These are my brother’s clothes, and I fear my bits will make an appearance the first time I dare to sit down.”

His “bits” are already making an appearance, and I’m thoroughly enjoying the view.

“No bother at all,” I say. “In fact, I’ll come with, if that’s okay?”

Like the devilish beast I pegged him as, he catches my meaning and offers another of those sinfully delicious smirks. There’s no need for false pretenses. We didn’t plan this evening so we could hang out and share a meal. The only things we want to share are our bodily fluids and a couple of orgasms.

Part of my brain still screams that this is a bad idea. I should spend this time preparing Cat for the island. She’ll be as obvious as a pubic hair on a bar of soap if I’m not careful, and this is one short-and-curly I can’t risk exposing. She could ruin everything.

But then I look back at Ezra, and all rationality evaporates. When will I have the chance to enjoy a one-night stand with someone as attractive as the man walking beside me? There’s no risk of feelings or attachments. Just raw, primal need. It’s pretty perfect.

We head toward the elevators, and I can practically feel the sexually charged energy bouncing between us. With one look as he presses the call button, he’s turned my nipples into tiny pink pebbles held back by thin lace. The anticipation of what’s to come is almost too much to bear.

The elevator doors glide open with a ding. We step inside, and as soon as he’s pressed the button for his floor, he’s on me.

His mouth meets mine with a hunger that sets my skin on fire. I’m caged between his arms as his body presses me against the mirrored wall. My fingers glide up his chest and wind around the back of his neck as his hands drop to the backs of my thighs. With little effort, he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist.

I’m not exactly a svelte supermodel, so I’m surprised he’s chosen to manhandle me like this. Surprised, but not at all disappointed.

“God, you smell incredible,” he says as he lowers his mouth to my throat and nips the sensitive skin.

I tilt my head to give him more access, and he rewards me by massaging my pulse point with the tip of his well-muscled tongue. The power and precision behind that thing makes me want to rip off my clothes right now and shove his face between my legs.

If it weren’t for the cameras I’m sure are hidden somewhere in here, I’d do exactly that.

The car begins to slow, and my stomach does a flip as the elevator settles on his floor. He lowers me to my feet, places his hand on the small of my back, and guides me toward his room.

Using his new room key, he unlocks the door, and we step inside. I expect a moment of awkward fumbling before we get back to what we were doing in the elevator, but this man is all calculated precision. His lips are on mine as soon as the door clicks shut behind him.

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