“You don’t think anyone heard us, do you?”
His grin widened. “I don’t know...we were kind of loud.”
“Oh, God.” She groaned, covering her face with her hands.
Remy laughed. “Relax, sweetheart. These rooms are so big, and the walls are nice and thick. So I’m sure no one heard us.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Zandra grumbled.
“Did it work?”
“No.”
“Okay. What if I tell you that we’re probably not the only ones getting busy tonight? Would that make you feel better?”
“No.” She grinned wryly. “Nice try though.”
“Can’t blame a guy, right?”
“Guess not.” She sighed.
He waited.
“This is such a beautiful island,” she said appreciatively.
“It certainly is,” Remy agreed.
“And this hotel is amazing. Very scenic and romantic.”
“Very.” Remy knew where she was going.
“It’s not hard to understand how people could come here and...you know, lose their inhibitions.”
Bingo.
“No,” Remy said silkily, “it’s not hard to understand at all. But I also think if two people are already attracted to each other, it’s only a matter of time before they’re going to act on those feelings—tropical island or not.”
He felt her swallow. Hard.
He smiled with satisfaction.
She remained silent.
“Nothing to say?”
“Shut up,” she grumbled.
Remy laughed, then reached down and smacked her on the ass.
“Ow!” She angled her head back to glare at him. “What was that for?”
He grinned. “For what you did earlier. Smiling at Rod and not me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jeez, Remy, I never knew you were so sensitive.”
He kissed her forehead. “Only when it comes to you. You’ve always known how to push my buttons. And don’t pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when you dissed me like that.”
As Zandra tried unsuccessfully to hide her smile, Remy chuckled.
“But that’s all right,” he drawled, pushing her onto her back and covering her body with his. “I’ve got something for you.”
Anxious eyes stared up at him. “Remy, I don’t want your family to know—”
He put his finger to her soft lips. “I’ll leave before anyone else wakes up.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” He captured her wrists in one hand and held them over her head as he guided his engorged shaft to her wet opening.
She shivered, her breath quickening.
Watching her intently, Remy parted her swollen * lips, slid through the thick cream that covered them and slowly entered her.
Zandra moaned, her eyes slitting closed.
Staggered by the look of ecstasy on her face, Remy thought of the endless days and nights he’d dreamed of this moment.
And then he got busy making up for lost time.
Chapter Four
When most people learned that Zandra was the owner of an escort agency, they usually assumed that she was a madam who peddled prostitutes, therefore, by extension, she must have a wild sex life.
In reality Zandra had never promoted prostitution. She’d always enforced a no-sex policy for her escorts, which they’d adhered to—with few exceptions.
As for her personal life, she rarely dated, and prior to her recent island tryst, it had been several months since she’d been penetrated by anything other than her vibrator.
She should have kept it that way. Because now that she’d experienced Remy’s lovemaking, it’d be an eternity before she could even think about sleeping with another man, and getting off on her vibrator would only be a cruel tease.