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breath.

"That feels great, doesn't it, honey?" Giselle murmured in her ear.

"I bet you'd love him to touch your pussy."

His fingers stroked her moist flesh. Lightly. Sending trembling pleasure shooting through her.

Giselle gently nipped Melissa's earlobe, her fingers twirling and squeezing her hard, sensitive nipples.

"You want him to lick you. To drive your pussy crazy with his mouth."

Melissa nodded.

He leaned forward and licked her slit. She gasped. His big tongue slid through her folds and found her clit, then

dabbed at it.

"Oh God, yes."

He sucked and cajoled while one finger slid inside her, then another. Vaguely, she realized it was Giselle's

fingers, not Armand's, but she didn't care as waves of pleasure swept through her.

"Oh God. Oh yes."

"Look at her, Armand. She's coming." Giselle's excitement fed Melissa's and she wailed as an intense orgasm

blasted through her.

As she caught her breath, Armand slid sideways a bit and she realized Giselle lay beside her. Armand's hand

stroked his wife's thighs and he covered her pussy with his mouth.

"Oh yeah, baby. Oh, that's so good."

Giselle's face contorted in pleasure and she arched her body. Melissa's gaze fastened on her hard nipples. They

looked so beautiful. And needy.

Melissa reached out and touched one. Just a light graze."

"Oh yes, Melissa. Please. More."

A streak of pleasure shot through her at being wanted like this. She leaned over and touched the tip of her

tongue to Gisel e's nub.

"Oh . . . yes . . ."

Bolder, Melissa covered the whole nipple, drawing it fully into her mouth. The aureole pebbled against her

tongue. She sucked deeply.

"Oh . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . " The last ended in a squeak then Gisel e wailed long and loud.

Melissa watched her face as she came. It was beautiful in its bliss. Almost angelic.

Giselle's eyes opened and she smiled at Melissa.

"Thank you, honey. That was really nice." She stroked Melissa's cheek.

Giselle shifted, sitting back against the cushions, then Armand slid Melissa between Giselle's open legs. Now

Giselle was behind her and Armand in front of her. Giselle's hands covered Melissa's breasts and stroked them.

Electric joy rippled through her.

"Do you want more, Melissa?" Armand leaned toward her, his big cock sliding along her inner thigh.

"Yes," she whispered.

His cock nudged her wet opening and she felt faint with need. In a moment, that huge cock would drive into her.

Gisel e stroked and squeezed her nipple with one hand and stroked her hair back with the other. Armand leaned

forward and kissed her, a gentle caress of lips on lips.

"I want you," she murmured." Make love to me."

The words shocked her. Here she was making love to another woman's husband, right in front of her. Actually,

on top of her. Stil , she couldn't turn back now. Her need was too great.

His big cock nudged her tender flesh, then slid forward an inch, burying the tip inside her.

"Oh yes," Melissa sighed.

"Oh baby, drive that cock of yours into her. " Gisel e stroked her husband's cheek and he kissed her.

He pushed forward a little more, burying his cock head fully inside. Melissa squeezed her vaginal muscles, loving

the feel of his invasion.

"More. God, give me more."

He smiled, kissed her briefly, then drove in hard. She gasped, delighted at the feel of his big cock stretching her.

"She likes that, honey," Giselle exclaimed." Look at her face."

He kissed Melissa again, then smiled at her.

"Yes, it's a lovely face. Especially so full of pleasure."

He drew back, then thrust forward again.

Giselle plucked at Melissa's nipples. Armand thrust again. Soon he thrust in and out, faster and faster, driving

her to the edge of ecstasy. He tucked his hands under her thighs and lifted, changing the tilt of her pelvis.

Suddenly, she exploded with pleasure.

She wailed as electric bliss erupted through her. He thrust again and again, then jerked forward and held her

tight to his body. She felt hot liquid fill her.

They collapsed in each other's arms. A moment later, they rolled sideways, Armand spooning her. Giselle curled

in front of Melissa. Melissa's hand crept around Giselle's waist and she relaxed in the warmth of their affection,

soon drifting off to sleep.

Ty hung up the phone. He didn't know why that minx Suzanne had wanted him to cal , then pretended he was

her nonexistent sister, but he was sure she knew what she was doing. He returned to his e-mail. He was waiting

for his assistant to send him an update on the agent who represented the potential buyer for the resort. He had

every faith Ashley would find out who it was.

Soon he heard the blip of the lock and the door push open. Suzanne sauntered in, her face a little flushed.

"What's up?" he asked.

Chapter 8

SUZZANE GLANCED AT HER SHINY DARK PINK FINGERNAILS. "That call I had you make? It was to pull me away

from a mńagè trois. Me and a couple."

Ty's eyebrows arched upward." And why would you want to be pul ed away?"

She sat down beside him, smiling in supreme satisfaction. "To leave Melissa alone with them."

His groin tightened. "Melissa? With them who? Do you mean Melissa and Shane were the couple?"

"No. Me and a couple. Melissa was watching."

Watching? His breath caught. He didn't know why the thought turned him on so much. She'd watched several

couples last night. A damper on that scenario, though, had been that one of them had been her husband.

Earlier that evening, seeing her watching the couples in the hot tub had been pretty hot. Of course, Melissa

participating would have been even more of a turn-on.

"You wanted me to pul you away so she'd take your place?" he asked.

"Now you've got it."

The image of Melissa stretched out on a bed, a man fondling her breasts, a woman licking her pussy, pulsed

through him.

"Do you think she went for it?" The words came out a little hoarse.

"She was teetering on the edge, but I'd wager this whole place that she did."

Suzanne sighed and he realized she probably felt that's exactly what she'd done.

"That was a great idea. That'll really get her involved and enjoying herself."

Suzanne stared at him with naked vulnerability in her eyes.

"Ty, what if I made a big mistake? What if she goes for it and hates it . . . or, worse, feels overcome with guilt?"

He took her hand.

"Don't worry, Suzie. I'm sure this whole thing is going to work out fine. Melissa seems to be enjoying the place.

I'm sure she'll write a great report for her employer."

Suzanne trailed her fingertip over his knuckles.

"If she's even the one."

Ty shrugged.

"If she isn't, then it doesn't matter, right?"

She smiled. "I guess you're right."

She stood up and walked to the chair by the window, then settled in with her book.

He turned back to his e-mail. A new message had come in from Ashley.

You were right, boss. Melissa Woods was lying about her background. Almost everyone else checks out, though I

stil have to track down information on a couple of people. Including Ms. Woods's husband. See the attachments

for detailed information.

Melissa and her husband had both raised flags. That was suspicious. Shane Woods had said he was self-

employed—a consultant. That could translate to"unemployed." He'd send Ashley a reply suggesting she check

out unemployment insurance for him, but she was probably on top of it.

Ty clicked on the first attachment Ashley had sent, which contained photos of each of the orientation guests. He

scrolled down until he came to Melissa's picture. Her wide blue eyes stared at him from her lovely oval face, her

golden blond hair cascading to her shoulders. This was definitely his Melissa Woods.

His. Damn it. Why did that sound so appealing?

"What are you working on, Ty?"

He glanced over his shoulder at Suzanne. "I found out that Melissa Woods isn't who she claimed to be."

"Really?"

He heard Suzanne rise from her chair and move across the floor. She leaned beside him, peering at the screen.

He tried to ignore her soft breast brushing his arm.

He clicked on the second attachment and glanced down the text until he found Melissa's name. She was not a

freelance writer as she'd claimed during the introductions at the orientation meeting. She worked for Lion, a

major television network based in Chicago.

"Melissa works for a TV station?"

"So it seems."

"So she's not the investigator?"

"It doesn't look like it." Ty shook his head. "But I don't like the fact that she lied about who she is."

Suzanne opened her bag and retrieved a red bikini." Who do you think the investigator is?"

He tugged his gaze from the sexy sight of Suzanne shedding her clothes and tucking her voluptuous breasts into

the small red bikini top.

"It could be her husband," he said absently as he returned his attention to Ashley's email.

"Real y? Wel . . . maybe I should spend some time with Mr. Woods."

Farther down the document, Ty found a brief description of Melissa's job. She was a researcher for the news

department and one of her duties was to recommend stories for their weekly exposés.

"You know, in case he's the one."

His gut clenched. He watched their broadcasts regularly. Their exposś were hard-hitting and thorough, and

general y well balanced, but he remembered the occasional piece where they played on the emotions of the

audience, whipping them into a frenzy of outrage and moral superiority.

The hair on the back of his neck rose. This could be worse than he had thought.

Anger simmered through him as he remembered the one expos´ they'd done on strip clubs a couple of years

ago. Their report had made it look like the places were all thinly disguised brothels when, in fact, the

management of most of them had very strict rules protecting their dancers. Suzanne's cousin, Kiki, a young

single mother, used to work at one of the clubs they targeted, until it closed down as a result of their biased

reporting. Kiki had enjoyed an excel ent salary and days at home with her two young children until the Lion

report outraged the community and forced the club to close.

That report had kicked Lion's ratings through the roof. Maybe Ms. Woods was looking for a new slant on an old

theme, trying to paint Suzanne's clubs with the same wash of immorality.

"Ty?" Suzanne's insistent voice broke through his thoughts, as her hands ran over his shoulders.

He glanced at her. The red bikini bottom hugged her hips and accentuated her long, sexy legs, while the top

pushed her bosom together, forming a deep crevasse between the ample globes.

"I suggested that I should watch Melissa's husband in case he's the investigator, but you were so engrossed in

that e-mail that you didn't hear me. Is there something wrong?"

He couldn't lie to her, but he didn't want to alarm her."

I want to keep an eye on Melissa Woods."

"Wel , of course you do." She grinned." She's gorgeous and you'd love to get her into bed."

He couldn't deny that, even though he wished it weren't true. Not now that he'd found out what kind of sleazy

trick she was trying to pull.

Her smile faded when he didn't join in her joke.

"Tel me what's going on, Ty. What do you think she's up to?"

"She's doesn't seem like the type to come to a swingers' resort."

"That's true. She's more resistant than most beginners, and she doesn't seem like one of those wives dragged

here by her husband."

"So why would a woman who works for a news network and is so uncomfortable with the idea of swinging come

here this weekend?"

Suzanne's eyes widened. "You think she's going to do a story on us?"

He realized he'd said too much. There was no reason to get Suzanne al upset about something that was just a

theory on his part.

"Probably not, but I believe in being cautious."

His fear was that she was doing research for an expos´ that would not only trash Suzanne's reputation and make

it impossible to sell the resort, but would force her other two clubs to close down as well.

The thought of Melissa maligning Suzanne and destroying al she'd worked so hard for sent spikes of anger

through Ty.

"Melissa? Sweetie?"

Melissa opened her eyes at the woman's voice, slightly disoriented. A face—Giselle's—smiled down at her.

Naked images of this woman, and her oh-so-sexy husband, shot through Melissa's brain. She bolted to a sitting

position, then suddenly realized she was naked herself and grasped for the blanket someone had covered her

with.

Oh my God. What have I done?

"You can stay as long as you like, Melissa, but I just wanted to let you know that Armand and I are going to the

beach. Wil we see you at dinner tonight? There's that big show."

"Uh . . . sure."

She watched the two of them exit the room, then she scooted off the bed and grabbed her clothes, which

someone had laid neatly on the second bed. She pul ed them on, then sat on the upholstered armchair by the

window, gripping the armrests.

How had she let herself get so carried away? She'd gone to bed, not just with a stranger, but with a couple. A

man, and a woman.

She stood up and walked toward the door. She caught sight of her pale face in the mirror and looked away.

Oh God, this place definitely had a very bad effect on people.