Page 89 of The VIP Package

“Thank God.” Taking my hand, he gives me a smile that singes my panties. “Because I studied your intake forms carefully. There’s one fantasy left to fulfill.”

We don’t immediately banglike bunnies in the back of the plane. Shocking, I know.

But we do make love for half of the night in Ash’s grand palace on his own private island. It’s gentle and sweet and everything I dreamed it could be. Filthy is fun, and so are quick, dirty flings in unexpected places. But lovemaking with a man who moves mountains—and a parrot—to be with me?

Priceless.

I wake in the morning to Ash kissing me gently. “Morning,” he murmurs. “Ready for the barbecue?”

“Barbecue?” I glance at the clock. “It’s nine in the morning.”

“I know.” He kisses me again, tugging the sheet back as he works his way over my collarbones. “But the welcome back party for all the consorts starts at eleven. I thought you’d like time to get showered and dressed and?—”

“Pick out something cute to wear for choosing two men to bang me?” Because yeah, that’s the plan.

Ash smiles and drags down the sheet. “Cute clothing might be beside the point, since we’ll all wind up naked eventually.”

“Good point.” My skin starts to tingle as he kisses his way down my belly. “Aren’t you worn out yet?”

“Never.” He’s almost to my hip bone, and I gasp as his teeth drag my skin. “I will never, ever get tired of devouring you.”

“Good to know.” I shudder. “But you’re right. I should really shower and get dressed. And you should save some stamina for later.”

With a sigh, he sits up. “I’m only stopping because you’re right. At my age, I want to make sure I can keep up with whomever you choose to invite to the bedroom.”

I snort. “Says the man who fucked me for three hours straight last night.” I pat his arm as I roll out of bed. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about in that department.”

“Still,” he muses, watching me walk nude to the bathroom. “A man must conserve his resources.”

We shower together as Ash goes over the plan. With the pilots’ strike over, most of the consorts have returned to the resort and are planning to be at the barbecue. I’ll mingle all day and gradually get to know them. There’s no pressure to choose anyone if I’m just not feeling it. But if there’s someone—two someones—who I happen to click with, Ash will ensure I fulfill my fantasy of being with three men at once.

By the time we boat over to Crystal Bliss, the party is underway. Music booms from a sound system at the edge of the shore, and four shirtless men are playing a game of beach volleyball. A man who is decidedlynotLars the chef stands grilling at a gigantic barbecue by the pool. The smell of charred meat and sunscreen swirls together with laughter and loud claps on the shoulder as the consorts welcome each other back.

I catch a few surprised looks as Ash and I stride across the pool deck holding hands. A few people greet him, including two members of the housekeeping team who rush up to thank him for their vacation bonuses.

Another good deed the man never mentioned.

“I was able to pay off my medical debt,” says a sweet-faced woman who makes the sign of the cross. “I can’t thank you enough.”

Ash grips my hand with an embarrassed smile. “Thank you for all your hard work, Selena.”

As soon as she leaves, I look up at Ash. “That’s hot.”

His brow furrows. “I can have a few fans brought out to?—”

“Not what I meant.” I tip my chin toward the retreating employee. “The fact that you know your whole staff by name. That you take such good care of your employees.”

Ash looks confused. “I’m just doing what’s right.”

“Exactly,” I say, squeezing his hand. “Remember that the next time you start telling yourself you’re not a good man.”

“Camille!” Sybil breaks free from a small pack of consorts by the bar, launching herself at me like a blond, curly missile. She hugs me so hard that I hiccup.

“I’m glad he got out of his own way,” she whispers, glancing at Ash with a smile. “I still think you should have hit him up for a pony.”

“The parrot was plenty.”

She addresses Ash with a knowing expression. “Mind if I steal your girlfriend for a few minutes?”

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