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Exotic Indulgence (Bandicoot Cove, Book 1)
by Vivian Arend, Lexxie Couper, Jess Dee
Publication Date: August 23, 2011
Genre: Contemporary, Red Hots!!!, Ménage & More
Series: Bandicoot Cove
Book Length: Free Read
Book Type: eBook
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It’s time for an indulgence, or two…or three.
There’s something magical about Bandicoot Cove. It’s where Kylie Sullivan’s dream of managing a luxury, five-star resort is about to come true. And it’s where people tend to fall in love. Kylie should know. She’s fallen hard—for three very different men.
There’s Brad, who knows just how to relieve her stress and send her body on a crash course through pleasure. Hemi, her untamed Maori, who awakens her primitive side. And Finn, the sexy bartender whose specialty is Screaming Orgasms.
The three men fulfill all her sexual fantasies, but Kylie knows reality will eventually set in and she’ll have to choose. But how? For now she decides not to decide—at least until she makes sure the resort’s soft opening comes off without a hitch.
As far as Brad, Hemi and Finn are concerned, Kylie’s life is too much work and not enough play. The only choice they plan to give her is to say yes to their wildly passionate proposal…
Warnings: Three sexy men pleasing one uninhibited woman—how much more warning do you need? This short story is long on heat, with a drool-worthy setting and sexual interludes in the office, at the beach and the bar. You want a day job like this.
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Copyright © 2011 Vivian Arend, Lexxie Couper and Jess Dee
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
You Are Personally and Cordially Invited to Attend
The Soft Opening of Australia’s Newest FIVE-STAR Luxury Resort
BANDICOOT COVE on Bilby Island.
Bring a plus one if you desire.
All expenses and needs will be catered for
as we test our customer services in preparation for the Grand Opening.
Kylie stared at the embossed card once more. The elaborate curlicues and swirls in the resort name twirled like fireworks going off in celebration. She’d really and truly made it. All those years of schooling, of working her way up through hotel after hotel, and here she was, in charge of the hottest, most exclusive resort to hit Australia.
She flipped the card onto her desk and drained the sparkling water in her wine glass in one gulp.
About bloody time.
Three weeks remained until the doors symbolically swung open, and her feet already throbbed—and not in a good way. There were last-minute details to take care of, which included ensuring she could be reached at all times during the soft opening. The practice weekend would be her last chance to make certain any possible disasters were eradicated before the official opening.
God help anyone who interfered with her preparations over the next few weeks.
The view out her window showcased the resort. When she’d demanded a fourth-floor office instead of one of the penthouse units—like most managers nabbed—the rest of her crew had been shocked. Yeah, she’d have been able to see the entire length of Bilby Island. All the way from the sheltered west-side harbor to the eastern shore where white sand beaches met the Pacific Ocean. But this location put her closer to the action. Let her look into the heart of the resort—the actual people moving around it. Staff wandering the grounds, working the pools, arranging tables and chairs in the bars and restaurants below her.
Management required a certain set of skills, not the least of which was the ability to read the subtle nuances in body language, understanding what people said without saying a word. Kylie was an expert. Always had been, and now that skill was going to make Bandicoot Cove a namesake for excellence in the resort business.
A rapid knock on the door sounded and she smiled with satisfaction. Another thing she was known for. Punctuality. A quick glance at her watch showed this should be her majordomo of the restaurants—twenty minutes early for their final meeting, before he went and dealt with his team overseeing the dozen eateries under his administration. Kylie stepped quickly to the door, cursing her heels. These shoes were a write-off. She’d have to give up at least an inch of height to be able to still walk once the weekend was done.
“I’d like to go over your dessert menus one more time. There’s too much repetition in the specialty choices.” Kylie spoke as she pulled the door open, expecting to find Mr. Jamieson. Instead her gaze had to travel higher than expected. Up a crisp white shirt stretched over an obviously well-muscled chest. The top button was undone, with dark curls peeking out. Jaw already showing a hint of shadow in spite of being clean-shaven. Sensual lips, brilliant white teeth. A pair of bright blue eyes that snared her and stole her breath away.
“I’d love to talk about dessert. Sweet, dark chocolate, smeared all over you so I can lick it off, is my first choice.” The husky tone of his voice shot into her ears and melted her spine a little.
He crowded against her into the room, closed the door behind them, and then she couldn’t admire anything anymore because he had his arms around her and was kissing her senseless.
Warm, wonderfully exciting, toe-curling, pussy-heating excitement hit, and she moaned. It only took an instant to thread her fingers into his hair and lock his mouth against hers. She had absolutely no time for this, and there was no way on earth she was going stop a second before she had to.
He slowed them, moving his tongue to erotically explore her mouth. Stroking, teasing, and making her want to throw the schedule out the window, haul him into her bedroom and not surface until after the soft opening was over.
Brad kissed his way along her jaw line, licking and nipping even as his strong arms took control of her, turning her easily. Her body ended up nestled butt against his groin and he pulled her hipbones to snuggle her tight. Fires flared inside, but she mercilessly stomped them flat. There wasn’t enough time, and she didn’t want to spend the next umpteen hours with soaking wet panties.
“Brad, I need to get back to work.”
One final nip landed on her earlobe before Brad leaned her torso away from him slightly, his hands stroking upward to settle on her shoulders. When he pressed down and started to massage, the words she’d been about to repeat vanished.
“Oh God, that feels good.” All protests vanished. Her ass rested on him, but even more than the thick ridge of his erection, the steady movement of his hands fascinated her. Thumbs digging into her tight muscles, followed by lighter caresses outward.
Brad hummed softly. “I know your schedule, and you have enough time to take a few minutes for yourself. I bet you didn’t even stop for breakfast, did you?”
Kylie tilted her head to the side, mentally urging him to return to the spot he’d hit a second before. Right…right… “…There. Don’t stop. And I didn’t eat yet. I will.”
Once the damn resort was up and fully operational.
With less than a month left before the grand opening, Kylie was taking no chances. The practice run—the soft opening—had been approved by the board six months earlier. Now they were down to the nitty-gritty of making their exclusive clientele not only happy, but sinfully, enthusiastically, over-the-top passionate about Bandicoot Cove, just like Kylie was.
Brad kissed her nape, the magic in his fingers dissolving the knots that had built over the past months. “You won’t be any good to anyone if you don’t stay healthy.”
Brad laughed and tugged her towards the couch. She stepped slowly, her feet protesting mightily.
He stopped and stared at her. “What’s wrong?”
She kicked off one shoe and groaned in relief. “I’m test-driving shoes for the opening. Those went from zero to sixty in terms of pain in the past hour—oh!”
He scooped her up, one arm supporting her back, one under her knees as he carried her to the couch. “Damn sexy.”
“Sexy instruments of torture.” Kylie held onto his neck, peeking a quick glance at her watch and calculating—Jamieson wasn’t here yet. Maybe she had time for a moment’s break. If she ran behind, she’d simply skip lunch as well.
His strong body rubbed hers as he lowered her to the overstuffed cushion, and he lingered over their thigh-to-thigh contact. “I’m happy to report that the harbor is coming along nicely. All the final points will be in place for your inspection by the end of next week.”