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“And every time I use it, it will be all I think about,” I say with a groan.
Ezra adjusts in his seat and turns toward me a bit more. “Maybe you just need someone to hold it against you so you can take your mind off this and focus on something a little more fun.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were propositioning me,” I say with a laugh, though I’m only half joking. Most men are too insecure to allow toys in the bedroom, so I’m certainly intrigued by this fantasy he’s conjured in my mind.
“Maybe I am.” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
Instead of answering him, I peer out the window as the plane starts down the runway.
Chapter Six
Ezra
The plane touches down in Miami, and I only want to return to the air. Once Kindra loosened up from her embarrassment, she’d been the most pleasurable companion.
As it turns out, we have much in common. We both enjoy the complete works of Tolstoy and detest the vast majority of the human race. Neither of us vacation often, and we are married to our work, though we didn’t really touch on what we do to earn our pay. The list of commonalities seemed to go on forever.
If I were a man who believed in kismet, I would have seen this as a sign from the heavens. Fortunately, I believe the only luck we have is that which we make for ourselves, and I plan to make my own luck with her.
As passengers shuffle around in their seats and begin gathering their things, I turn to the beauty beside me. “Kindra, we’ll be staying at the Flamingo Sands Resort tonight. If you can spare the time?—”
“What a coincidence! That’s where my friend and I are staying as well. Maybe we’ll run into each other before she and I are forced to take off again tomorrow morning.”
Again, I do not believe in kismet, but my god. What are the odds?
“Instead of leaving it up to chance,” I say, “why not make a few plans? Maybe dinner and drinks in the lounge just off the lobby?”
Kindra’s tongue slides across her full lips, and I’ve never wanted to put my dick somewhere so badly before. If I can have just one night to ravage those soft curves, I can die a happy man.
“Um...maybe,” she says. I think she’s trying to let me down gently, but then she adds, “How does seven sound?”
Visions of a night of pleasure begin forming in my mind. I can almost feel the way her body will give beneath me. I can almost taste the feral pleasure gathering on my tongue as I lap from that warm space between her legs.
“Unless that doesn’t work for you,” she says, and I realize I haven’t responded.
“Sorry, yes. I’ll meet you in the lounge at seven.”
“No, Ezra,” Bennett says. “Abso-fucking-lutely not. You chose to bring this shitbag along, so you can take care of your little pet yourself. I had to listen to him talk about his political stance for three hours straight, and I can’t stand another minute of it.”
“Can’t you do this for me? Please?” I grip his shoulder to turn him toward me as we stand in one of our two hotel rooms. “I need this.”
Bennett rolls his eyes and shrugs out of my hold. “You—the self-proclaimed sex god—needthis?”
Yes, like air and water and nourishment, I need to know what it feels like to sink inside the sheer perfection that is Kindra. Something about her intrigues me, and I want to know what she sounds like when she comes. But I can’t say that, so I just give him a deadpan stare and hope for the best.
His shoulders stiffen, and he turns to me. “Actually, fine. You can have the single room, but I get to kill Gary on the island.”
“What? No! I did all the legwork on this one, so it’s my kill.”
Bennett shrugs and reaches across the bed to close my suitcase. “Then I suggest you grab your things and get out of my room. It’s the kill or the room. You can’t have it both ways.”
A knock silences our debate for the time being, and I let Gary into the room. He’s dressed in a loud-as-fuck Hawaiian shirt in a shade of yellow that threatens to give me a migraine. At least one pound of gel forces his hair to stand in short spikes, but the style does the man no favors. His pink scalp peeks out in too many places.
“What’s the plan for the night, fellas?” Gary rubs his hands together, and with his bulging eyes, he’s the caricature of a human fly.
Bennett turns toward me with a knowing smile. “Yeah, what are our plans tonight?”
None of this would even be an issue if we weren’t forced to babysit Gary. Getting a third room and leaving him to his own devices isn’t an option, and judging by the swim trunks swallowing his pasty legs, he plans to venture down to one of the resort’s three pools.
