Seven Nights

Copyright Jesse Petersen, 2011
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without written permission. For information address Jenna Petersen, PO Box 6205, Bloomington, IL 61702

Check out these other books by Jess Michaels:

Secrets, Volume 11

Secrets, Volume 12

Parlor Games

A Red Hot Valentine’s Day

Everything Forbidden

Something Reckless

Taboo

Nothing Denied

Sin

Chapter One

Leah’s breasts rose and fell with each panting, needy breath, the dusky nipples darkening and growing tighter the closer Sean inched. Even though it had been so long since he’d touched her, tasted her, he knew it would be the same heaven as it had always been: her skin like brushed velvet, her nipples sweet berries, her pussy the finest wine. He was going to taste every inch of her. Lick her until she shone in the candlelight and sobbed with desire.

Dropping to his knees, he braced his hands on the arms of her chair, trapping her in an embrace that she arched toward artlessly. Her lip trembled and her breath hitched as he slanted his mouth over hers for a deep, probing kiss. He sucked her tongue, drawing her into his mouth and tasting her need ratchet up a notch, then two.

Despite her whimper of protest, he drew back, slid down. Her skin was as hot as a furnace when his lips pressed against her throat. Her pulse skittered wildly and her hands clenched into fists as he lapped at her flesh in slow licks and gentle sucks and nibbles. Always he drifted lower, focused on tasting and exploring more of her body.

That body he’d never forgotten.

She arched up with a cry when he caught one bud of a nipple between his teeth. He tugged gently, then suckled the nub deep inside the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. She was so damned sweet.

Her cries increased as his fingers found their way off the chair arms and onto her thigh. As he moved his mouth to her opposite breast and blew a hot gust of steam onto the tip, he glided his fingers up and up. Finally, he found wet curls waiting for him.

Her pussy contracted as he nudged her outer lips open. She was soaked with cream, arching against him with wild, throaty cries when he thrust his finger deep inside her molten, trembling sheath.

He surged forward and back as he continued to tongue her breast, loving how her cunt squeezed in time and got hotter with each suck. She was on the edge. Ready to come. And after all their time apart, he wanted to taste her when she did.

Still gliding his fingers in and out in a relentless rhythm, he licked his way lower and lower. He teased her belly button, he sucked her hip and finally, finally… he drew her clit between his lips and sucked the rigid bud.

Immediately, she convulsed, sobbing and screaming as a flood of sweet release coated his fingers. Before she’d even stopped trembling, Sean was on his feet, tearing at his belt and shucking his pants down. She spread her legs and arms in a mute invitation. He leaned in and …

***

The buzzer on Sean Dalton’s intercom made him jump. For a moment, he looked around his empty office, dazed. It hadn’t been real. Just a fantasy.

A fantasy that left his cock rock hard and raging for relief.

The intercom buzzed again and he hit it with enough force that he was surprised the plastic didn’t shatter.

“What?” he snapped as he adjusted in his chair to ease his aching erection.

“Mr. Dalton.” His secretary’s voice was calm and collected, as always.
She
probably never had hot fantasies at her desk. “You wanted me to let you know as soon as we had word. The charter has just taken off. It should be landing in less than an hour.”

Sean’s body jolted with nearly as much force as it had in his fantasy. “Thank you,” he stammered before he jumped to his feet and started pacing.

This was better than his best dream. This was real. Or it would be in a short time. Because
she
was going to be there in an hour. Just sixty short minutes and he’d have the one thing he’d longed for over the past five years.

He stopped to look out the wall of windows that overlooked his island. Had it really been five years since she’d walked out of his life? Since he’d come home to find her engagement ring abandoned on the kitchen counter with only a note taped beside it.

     He shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to waste a lot of time reminiscing about the past. It only upset him. It certainly didn’t help him with his plans. For this to work out, he had to be cool. He had to be collected. He had to be in control. No matter what she said or did. No matter what feelings seeing her again evoked in him, he had to keep his eye on his goal.

     And what was his goal? Respect.

Well, more than respect, as his erotic day dream had proven. He wanted her to see how far he’d come in the time she’d been away from him, sure. But he also wanted to sweep her away and act out his needs and fantasies. He wanted to prove to her that no matter how far or fast she ran away from him, he could still make her want him in a heartbeat. He wanted her to come to his island sure of her choices and leave longing to get back what she’d lost.

     That was why he’d spent so much time preparing this elaborate set-up. Why he’d taken so much time away from his blossoming business to arrange for her to be brought to the island. His island.

He just hoped once he got her down here she could move past her shock and let him give her what he wanted. Let him give her every fantasy she held in her heart. Every desire she’d tried so hard to hide. Because once she gave in to what he offered, he knew he had a chance to have it all. And he wanted it all.

He wanted Leah Prescott.

***

The squeak of the puddle jumper’s wheels echoed in the cabin of the chartered plane as they dropped in preparation for landing. Leah Prescott dug her pink nails into the leather armrest and focused all her attention on keeping her lunch down.

“I never knew a travel writer who got air sick before.” Her photographer, Danny Anderson gave her a crooked grin before he placed one large, warm hand over hers and squeezed. “Breathe, honey.”

Leah smiled and took his advice by drawing a long breath through her nose. She held it momentarily, then slowly expelled it between her lips. Danny was right, as always. The simple act of breathing did wonders for her dancing stomach. Good advice, loyal friend and easy on the eyes. Danny was a Colin Farrell look-alike and every woman Leah knew bemoaned the fact that he was gay.

Except for her. She was more than happy not to mix business with pleasure. When she wrote an article that required an overnight stay, she always asked for Danny as her photographer for just that reason. No romantic entanglements.

“I shouldn’t even be here, Danny Boy,” she muttered as the plane’s wheels finally jolted down on the small landing strip just feet from a white sandy beach.

He laughed as he began to gather up his camera equipment from beneath the seat in front of him. “It’s your own fault, so don’t go complaining to me. You should have known that writing a scathing article about fantasy resorts would only cause you problems and headaches.”

Headaches was damn right. At the moment, she had a splitting one starting over her left eye.

“Well, I never imagined writing my opinion on the false promise of fantasy resorts would cause threats of law suits and make our publisher send me down to this
Escapades
resort for a week.” She rolled her eyes. “A
week
, Danny!”

“Ah yes, dear old Dad.” Danny arched a playful eyebrow. “How is he?”

She sighed, but it was more theatrical than full of real exasperation. “My father is peachy. To him, any publicity for
Get-Aways Magazine
is good publicity. Though he did warn me not to incite any riots while I’m down here.”

“There’s a tall order,” her photographer said with a smile as the plane finished its taxi and came to a full stop beside a silver Land Rover SUV. A scantily clad woman stood beside it with a serene smile on her calm face.

“A week in paradise,” Leah muttered as she jammed her laptop into its slender case and slung it over her shoulder.

“Don’t sound so excited.” Danny winked as he headed down the aisle toward the door.

Leah snorted. Excited? No, that wasn’t the word for it. Frustrated fit better. A week on an island having some stuffed suit tell her what her fantasies were? The whole blasted assignment sounded more like hell than heaven.

She’d honestly believed every word she’d written in her article. Fantasy resorts provided false hopes to couples whose marriages were on the edge of extinction. They sold fake dreams and dumbed down desires.

And
Escapades
was the newest and hottest one of that breed of vacation spots. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. No week or even year here was going to change her mind. Still, she forced a smile for the woman by the SUV. It wasn’t
her
fault.

     “Welcome to the island and to
Escapades
, Miss Prescott, Mr. Anderson,” the woman said with a broad smile. Her English was perfect, with only the barest hint of an accent. Leah arched an eyebrow. So much for a genuine island experience.

     “Thank you,” she replied with a side-glance for Danny. Like her, he looked incredulous about this whole situation. “And you are?”

     The girl laughed. “My name is Anita, but it’s inconsequential. Don’t feel as though you have to remember it. This week is about escape and fantasy, not the stresses of every day life like names and titles and meetings.”

     Leah exchanged a long glance with Danny as she sank her teeth into her lip to hold back a response. This was
definitely
going into her article. Maybe something like, ‘the only fantasy this island really fulfills is that of a dominant class…’

Yes, that was nice. She’d have to jot that down once they were on the road to the resort.

“Come.” The girl motioned to the vehicle. “The resort is just a few miles away. And there are people anxious for your arrival.”

Leah nodded as she clamored into the backseat. It smelled like expensive leather and new car. Very swank.

“I’m to speak with Will Todd, right? Will I meet with him when I arrive?”

Will Todd was the handsome owner of the island. Older, distinguished, he fit the “Fantasy Island” profile to a tee. It was almost ridiculous.