Any Way You Want It by Maureen Smith
Acknowledgments
A huge, heartfelt thanks to the many readers and fans who enjoyed Whatever You Like and eagerly requested Remy and Zandra’s story.
I truly hope that Any Way You Want It will live up to your expectations.
My sincere thanks to Senior Executive Editor
Glenda Howard for her editorial guidance
and unwavering patience and support.
Chapter One
Zandra Kennedy reclined on a chaise lounge along a stretch of white sand beach sheltered by swaying palms. She’d gone out there to relax with a fruity cocktail and catch up on her summer reading. But her mai tai sat untouched, her novel completely forgotten.
She’d found something better to stimulate her imagination.
And she wasn’t alone, judging by the riveted gazes of several other women lounging on the beach.
From behind a pair of dark sunglasses, Zandra watched as Remington Brand swam toward the shore, his strong limbs slicing cleanly through the shimmering turquoise waters. Though he’d been discharged from the navy three years ago, the rigorous training regimen he’d undergone as a SEAL had given him a body to rival any classic Grecian statue.
As Zandra watched, pulse thudding, his head broke the surface of the water. And then came the rest of him, rising slowly from the waves like some mythical sea god. Massive shoulders, abs ripped with muscle, powerful thighs and sculpted calves.
His body was, indeed, a work of art. A Rembrandt. So that’s what Zandra called him. Privately, of course. She’d never give Remy Brand the satisfaction of thinking he was the hottest guy she’d ever met.
Which he was. Hands down.
He smoothed water off his face, oblivious to the predatory stares of every female on the beach, many of whom would fantasize about him when they made love to their partners tonight. Their hungry eyes followed him as he sauntered across the sugary sand, brown skin glistening in the tropical sun, testosterone seeping from every pore.
Zandra realized she was gawking and quickly dropped her gaze.
Moments later Remy reached the palm-thatched hut where she lay in the shade, pretending to be absorbed in her book.
“Man, that water feels good.” The deep, smoky timbre of his voice made Zandra shiver as her nipples hardened. “You don’t know what you’re missing, Z.”
Oh, but she did. Every time she looked at him, she knew exactly what she was missing. Which was why she tried not to look at him very often. But it was hard not to, considering how ridiculously gorgeous he was. With sharp cheekbones, a square jaw and chin, and dark, electrifying eyes shaded by thick black brows, his face was perfect for a military recruitment poster. But it was his lush, sensual lips framed by a trim goatee that drove a woman’s thoughts straight to cunnilingus. The kind of back-arching, thigh-shaking, toe-curling cunnilingus that enslaved you for life.
And therein lay the problem.
Zandra and Remy had known each other for twenty-five years, and for most of that time, she’d never seen him as more than just a friend. But something had changed over the past several months, and now she couldn’t be anywhere near Remy without wanting to do all sorts of raunchy things to him. She’d tried to keep her distance from him, but he wasn’t cooperating. He’d started showing up unannounced at her office to commandeer her into having lunch with him. Three weeks ago, he’d invited himself to a small dinner party she was hosting for some professional associates. He’d claimed that he was interested in networking, but he’d spent most of the night watching Zandra as she mingled with her guests.
At the end of the evening, one of her friends had pulled her aside and gushed, “You are so damn lucky! I’d forfeit my inheritance to have a gorgeous hunk like that completely under my spell!”