Sensual Chocolate (2 page)

Stiles laughed.

He even caught the small snicker Jolie tried to stifle. Trenton loved to hear a woman laugh; it was truly just as erotic to him as her sighing in pleasure. The thought that he would like to hear Ms. Tymber jubilant with passion caught him by surprise. He would need to reign himself in. This woman was not a love them and leave them type. A woman who knew and understood the rules of a one-night stand and didn’t ask for more. Hell, every woman he’d been with over the last seven years didn’t even want more, which had been fine by him.

“How about we take a tour of one of the bungalows? So that you can see and walk through the set-up and make sure it will suit your idea for your anniversary.” Jolie dropped the folder on the table and rose.

Stiles was up next as Trenton purposely stood to his feet slowly. He was not looking forward to seeing the small weekend place.

Not waiting for him longer than they had to, Jolie and Stiles chatted about his brother’s three-year anniversary and the lavender jade and silver bracelet he’d gotten Celeste, a reminder of their honeymoon in Japan.

Trenton kept a distance behind them as they made their way through the main house and out the back patio. He was experiencing
amor
overload and needed to clear his head. A proud single man could only take so much. His eyes fell on the sway of Jolie’s round ass as the sweater dress hugged her curves and moved sinfully with every step she took in those damn sexy boots. A woman in calf-high boots was always a visual treat for him. A secret fantasy.

Once they crossed the flagstone area with the large pool, the center of the four small houses and main house, Jolie led them into the first gate. The houses were a good distance apart, yet still close enough for the guests to walk out the back and use the pool when it got warmer. Trenton had to admire the foresight Jolie had in putting privacy fencing around each bungalow. If any of the couples were voyeuristic there would be no peeping into someone else’s window.

“Here we have the kitchen and the living room.” Jolie held her arms out and circled the area, showing off the quaint kitchen, dining table for two and the large couch with a faux fur rug before the fireplace. “We actually took out the second bedroom to expand this front room so that it allowed the space for the dining, lounging and the therapeutic/relaxation area.”

Jolie’s voice drew Trenton deeper inside from his spot in the doorway. As he entered, he could swear he could both smell and taste chocolate in the air. The sensual sweetness was having a strange affect on him, making his mind conjure up all types of ways he would enjoy coating Jolie sexy body with the brown goo.

Damn. Now I’m going crazy.

“The alcove by the window is where the couples chocolate massage will take place if the spa package is ordered. It comes with a white chocolate facial and warm, dark chocolate foot treatment too.”

“I think I just got a cavity.” Trenton rubbed his jaw for effect. Even though the only throbbing he was experiencing wasn’t located in the head on his shoulders. He took a moment to button his suit jacket, ensuring he concealed any evidence of how affected he was by the atmosphere and Jolie.

It was Stiles’s turn to roll his eyes. Jolie tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and fought a smile.

“This way to the bathroom.” Her boots clicked against the hardwood floor, making his cock jump with every step she took.

Like mice behind The Pied Piper he and Stiles followed Jolie from one room to the other.

“Shit, look at the size of that tube,” Stiles declared.

It was huge, Trenton noted. “Your guests don’t need the pool, they could swim in this.”

“We tried to be considerate that all our couples would come in various shapes and sizes. For instance, you are probably six two and a standard bathtub would not fit you comfortably. Especially not if the purpose for the get-a-way is for your wife to join you in it.”

“I’m not married.” The words tumbled out, before Trenton could catch himself.

“I was referring to Stiles, Mr. Rayner.”

Trenton wanted to growl, he was getting tired of hearing his brother’s name on her lips, yet she refused to say his.

Stiles laughed. “Trenton married…” His brother’s words drifted away.

It was no secret that he never planned to marry, but hearing Stiles utter the words while they stood in a bathroom designed for two with Jolie within reach put a sour taste in his mouth.
Fuck, I need to get out of here.

“This is not about me,” Trenton retort.

“Here is the basket containing the bath supplies I told you about.”

One of the pink and brown packets caught Trenton’s eye. “Chocolate silk bath salts?”

She slipped the envelope from the baskets filled with bottles and jars and held it up so they could see it. “
This,
just like most of our products, is all natural. They have not only been infused with coco but other nutrients and vitamins allowing them to be edible as well as sensuous.”

“Decadent and healthy,” Stiles said, fully taken in by Jolie’s presentation.

“What’s next? Gluten-free truffles?” Trenton mocked.

“If requested.” Jolie didn’t miss a beat as she exited the bath area and went into the bedroom.

When both he and Stiles were inside the master suite, she showed them the cabinet with the flat-screen television and a shelf stocked full of adult videos of all different fetishes.

“Sorry the television is not connected to satellite. It’s only for movie watching.”

“That’s fine for Celeste and me.” Stiles wandered over to the cabinet and scanned the selections.

Trenton wondered if Jolie enjoyed pornographic movies or if she just stocked them for her guests.

As she went on about the various oils, lubes and condoms the nightstand was filled with in a steady, matter-of-fact tone, Trenton surmised that she repeated her spiel so often it was easy for her to separate the words from their actual meaning.

Who says the word porn and lubricant and doesn’t get a little flustered, especially in mixed company. Especially a woman.

The desire to see her a little off center from her ultra-efficient proprietor persona gnawed at Trenton. As the late afternoon sun poured in the window, it glinted off the golden charms of her necklace.

He stepped closer to her, so that he would not have to yell across the room. “That is some necklace you are wearing. Very unique.”

Lifting her hand, she stroked her fingers across the smooth surface. “A past guest made it for me. He and his wife were one of my first customers. It was their fiftieth-seventh wedding anniversary. They spend their free time making ceramics. Somehow they fashioned me a chocolate chocker and figured out a way to glazed it.” She fingered the key and heart.

Trenton’s hand itched to see if the thin, custom-made piece was cold like most ceramic objects or if it absorbed the warmth from her skin.

She smiled and her eyes sparkled in the sunlight. The golden brown color of her irises drew him in, captivated him and made him forget himself.

“What can I say? I’m a slave to chocolate.”

“Want a master?”

Several things happened at the same time. Jolie’s eyes stretched wide, her pupils constricted, her breathing increased and her hand stilled. Trenton’s heart began to race and his gut tightened. Stiles phone rang.

“Excuse me. I have to take this.” Stiles pressed a button and headed toward the living room as he placed the cell to his ear. His brother’s absence left him alone with the one person his mind realized he shouldn’t be alone with and the one person his gut wanted solitude with.

The thought of retracting the words never entered Trenton’s mind.

“What, Mr. Rayner?” the words came out breathy and alluring.

Reaching out, Trenton took hold of her arms, he needed to touch her. “Look, Jolie, for some reason I am having a full-on amatory attraction and desire for you as I have never had for another woman.”

“I don’t see how that’s my problem.” She licked her lips.

His hands contracted on her arms; he was close to leaning in and kissing her, ready to taste the glittery, gold-rush tinted lip gloss and her to see if it made him rich with lust.

He could feel the gentle tremors coursing through her body, her professional veneer gone.

“I know you feel it too.”

When her lips parted, he stopped her. “Don’t deny it. I haven’t made it to thirty-six not knowing when a woman is sexually attracted to me.”

She placed her palms against his chest and pushed. However, he held fast, not willing to budge until they had come to an agreement.

“I don’t know what kind of women you’re used to, Mr.—”

“Trenton, damn it. My name is Trenton.”

“Well,
Trenton,
as I was saying—”

“You don’t have to say it again, I’ll tell you.” He dragged her body against his. “The kind of women I am used to aren’t only beautiful, but completely aware of their sexuality and enjoys pleasures of the flesh.” He lowered his voice and pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. “Are you going to try and convince me, Jolie, while I’m getting drunk off this chocolate haven of yours that you don’t enjoy sexual pleasure?”

A muffled moan came from her. “Trenton. We see things of sensual world in two different lights.”

It didn’t escape him she didn’t deny his words. He buried his nose below her jawline and inhaled, delighted to discover that she smelled of honeyed oranges instead of chocolate. Her scent seemed to balance him, a balm to his soul. His mind would not allow his heart to digest that thought any further, he just needed to have sex with her and get her out of his system. Nothing more.

“Teach me. Show me, Jolie.” He lifted his head and stared at her.

“How?” Her pink tongue darted out again, this time brushing her upper lip.

“If you want me to believe all this heart, roses and chocolate romance then let me in. Make a believer out of me.”

Her eyes shifted from left to right as if she were searching his soul through his eyes, looking for some kind of answer. The urge to look away and hide himself blindsided him, but he didn’t overt his gaze.

“Okay. But it will have to be here and I get to plan the evening.” She lifted her chin. “I’ve never been a spread ’em-up-against-the-wall, thank-you-ma’am kind of woman and I won’t start now.”

His cock twitched with the image she painted and he knew that if she wanted a quick pounding against anything his dick was up for it, literally. However, in his gut he knew that wouldn’t be enough. He’d need hours to fulfill his lust for her. Hopefully that would purge her from his mind.

“No problem. Just remember one thing.”

“What’s that?” Her fingers flexed against his chest.

“It’s one night. Nothing more.”

A shadow clouded her eyes, but she nodded.

Allowing one side of his mouth to hitch up in a pseudo smile, he said, “Then let us seal this with a kiss—”

“Sorry about that.” Stiles breezed back into the room. “We’re in the middle of an acquisitions deal.”

Jolie pushed away from him and moved toward Stiles, running her hands along her thighs. “Have you seen everything you need to, Stiles?” Her voice was elevated, almost too loud. “Any questions?”

Trenton turned and saw his brother lifting a single eyebrow high on his forehead as he pinned him with a questioning look, but responded to Jolie. “I’m good. I’ve seen all I need to.”

“Okay, then,” she rushed on. “Let’s head back to the main house and we can sign the contract and handle the reservation and deposit.” She was out of the bedroom as if someone had just announced that lightening was about to strike the bungalow.

Stiles turned to leave next, but not before Trenton noted the smile playing at the corners of his brother’s mouth. He was positive Stiles had seen him a breath away from kissing Jolie. There was no telling what fanciful sentiments his brother had going through his mind.

But Trenton wasn’t going to ask. This situation was between him and Jolie and they were two adults who had agreed to a night of mutual lust fulfillment, nothing else, just as he’d told her. One night. He’d get his fill and walk away just as easily as he did with all the other women who had come before her and would come after.

Chapter 2

“I have to have lost my damn mind.” Jolie stared down at the card in her hand. Trenton’s business card. “Ring me up,” he’d said as he got up from the chair across from her desk as she finished the contract with his brother.

What had possessed her to even consider giving into the arrogant man? It had to be his British accent. She’d always been a sucker for a man with European inflections in his voice—too much late-night BBC television when she was in college. Flicking her nail along the edge of the card, she debated whether or not to go through with it. Her body screamed yes.

It had been a while since she’d had sex. Two years to be exact. Her uncle Johnny, her grandmother’s brother, had owned this property and when he passed away he’d willed it to her. He’d always told her she was his favorite niece, but she always thought he told her and her siblings the same thing. Evidently not, he gave her his business and a substantially amount of money to transform it to something she wanted. Ranyer and Meriwether Property Firm still owned the land, but the business and homes were hers. As long as it continued to turn a profit, there would be no reason for them to claim the property back.

All of her time she’d put into the business, first redesigning it then promoting and running it over the last year. She deserved a little fun. Pleasure. That’s exactly what Trenton’s body promised. He wasn’t only tall, but had broad shoulders a woman could curl up against or hold on to. She hadn’t missed the hard, sculpted muscles of his chest. She’d pressed her hands against a warm concrete wall. The urge to slide her hands down and feel if his abs were just a taut had caused a shiver to race through her core. Her heels had allowed her to stare into dark hazel eyes that were a sea green with a brown ring around the outer edge.

Thick, manly brows the same ebony as his hair that was tapered in the back but longer in the front. Not that he allowed it to fall forward, some kind of hair product kept it slicked back and made it look wet as if he’d just climbed out of the shower. Hmm, she moaned at the thought of seeing him naked and wet.