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Melissa followed the hallway back to the elevator and rode it up to her floor. Once back at the room, she

opened the door, peering inside to see if Shane was there. No sign of him. She raced to the shower and washed

thoroughly, soaping every part of her and rinsing, then soaping again. As she brushed out her hair, clad only in a

big, fluffy white towel, she saw Shane in the mirror, standing in the doorway. She turned around, clinging to the

towel tucked around her bosom.

"Hi." He smiled but she sensed his tension.

Damn. She'd treated him horribly this morning, storming off in a huff, when all he'd wanted to do was figure out

what she wanted.

"Shane, I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. Last night, it . . . was so strange and . . ."

He rested his hand on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Liss. I shouldn't have talked you into coming to this place. I should have known it would make you

uncomfortable."

"It's not your fault. I just feel bad that . . . " She glanced away, wrapping her arms around herself." Shane, when I kissed you last night, I was confused . . . overstimulated . . ."

"Horny?"

Her gaze jerked to his face. At the sight of his lips curled up in a half grin, her aching jaw muscles eased. She

smiled, too.

"Sure, horny. But I don't want you to think that what we did last night didn't mean anything to me. It was . . . "

How could she describe the deep sense of intimacy she'd felt in his arms and the spectacular heights of ecstasy

he'd shown her?

"I know. I rocked your world. " His amused expression grew serious as he took her hand. "Honey, whatever your reason for making love with me last night, I'm thrilled. And if you want to use me as your boy toy while we're

here . . . I'm fine with that. " He kissed her knuckles, sending tingles quivering along her arm. "On the other hand, I think this could take our relationship in a new direction to become something deep and meaningful, and

I don't want to screw that up, so if you want me to curtail my activities here and be a one-woman man, I will."

Melissa couldn't believe it. Shane was willing to give up any man's idea of paradise—being with al the hot, sex-

hungry women he wanted—for her. She squeezed his hand, smiling. What a great guy.

But the fact that she'd made love to Shane last night, then Armand and his wife this afternoon, showed that not

only was she not a oneman woman, she couldn't even keep to one lover at a time. It hardly seemed fair to spoil

Shane's fun.

"Shane, I think you should enjoy the resort—and the women—as much as you want. " She couldn't believe she'd

just said that. This place was definitely having a weird effect on her. "When we get back home, we can have a

long discussion about where we want our relationship to go."

He smiled, his gaze gliding down her body.

"And these women you recommend I enjoy while I'm here. " He traced his finger along the edge of her towel,

over the swell of her breast. Goose bumps blossomed across her chest and over her shoulders. "Does that

include you?"

Her insides tightened and, despite having just spent an hour trying to forget about anything having to do with

sex, she couldn't think of anything but.

She shifted toward him. "Well . . . I am your wife."

He stepped forward and drew her into his arms. His lips, so sweet on hers, teased, then his tongue slipped inside

her mouth. Soon their tongues tangled and danced as she found herself fumbling with his belt, then tugging

down his zipper. He drew the towel open and fondled her breasts, sending electrifying need from her nipples to

her groin.

She slipped her fingers around his erection and pul ed it free of his pants. He backed her to the wal and pressed

her tight against it while he leaned in to capture her nipple within the warmth of his mouth. He sucked and

dabbed with his tongue. She clung to his head, raking her fingers through his hair.

"Take me now, Shane."

He smiled. "A little anxious, are we?"

She squeezed his cock and pumped.

"I want you inside me."

His finger slid along her slick pussy and his eyebrows rose.

"Wow. You really do. Well, sweetheart, how can I ignore an invitation like that?"

His cock nudged her slit, then slowly eased inside. She groaned at the delicious invasion. He tucked his hands

under her butt and lifted her, changing the angle of his cock inside her. Then he started to move. She wrapped

her legs around his waist, which pul ed him deeper.

She sucked in a breath. Waves of heat washed through her immediately. She couldn't believe how close she

was. He ran his finger over her clit.

"Oh, Shane. I'm going to come right now."

He thrust deep, then kept on thrusting, banging her against the wall. She barely noticed the cold tile against her

back as blissful euphoria swept through her, carrying her on a surge of pleasure.

"Oh my God. Yes, yes, YEESSSS!" she wailed, clinging to his shoulders.

He stiffened and held her tight, spurting inside her. She clamped her legs tighter around him, pumping him with

her vaginal muscles, milking every drop from him.

He held her against the wall for several moments, her face snuggled into the warmth of his neck. Finally, he

kissed her cheek. "Liss, you've turned into a wildcat."

He eased her to the floor.

She picked up the towel and wrapped it around herself, suddenly shy of being naked in front of him. Stil naked,

Shane fol owed her into the bedroom, where she dressed, her back to him al owing a little modesty without

feeling ridiculous. After all, she'd just demanded he bang her against the wall, then wailed like a cat in heat.

She could feel his presence behind her, sense him watching her pul on and fasten each article of clothing. Ful y

dressed, she turned around. He stood there, heedless of his nudity, his cock half-erect, still watching her.

"God, you're sexy. " He stepped forward and drew her into his arms, then kissed her. "With or without clothes."

He nuzzled her neck. If he kept that up, she'd soon be without clothes again.

"Aren't you getting dressed?" she asked.

He grinned and eased away from her. "Okay, I get the hint."

He leaned over to open a drawer, exposing his exceptionally tight rear end. She wanted to lean forward and cup

it, then stroke the hard, round flesh. He stood up, red swimming trunks in his hand, then pul ed them on.

"There, is that better?"

A little less stimulating, but not better. She already missed his long, hard cock.

Oh man, she was turning into a sex maniac.

"Going for a swim, I take it."

"That's right. Want to join me? I met some people earlier and they're waiting for me by the pool."

Women or men friends? she wondered. An image of Suzanne in the pool this morning, her bare breasts bobbing

in the water, skittered through Melissa's brain. Would Shane be swimming with partiallynaked women? Or

maybe total y naked? Would he make love with one? Or more?

He had already shown last evening in the viewing room that he was willing to participate in sexual activities with

more than one person. She was sure he wouldn't mind indulging in a little sex by the pool.

Images danced through her head . . . of lounging by the pool, her breasts bared to the tropical sun . . . taking

whatever came her way, hopefully, in the form of tall, dark and handsome. The temptation was overwhelming

and all too persuasive, throwing her totally off balance.

"I . . . uh . . . no, I think I'll just stay here and read."

He tucked his key card in the pocket of his trunks and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay, I'll see you in a couple of hours. I'll be back in time for the dinner and show tonight. It should be a fun evening."

Once he'd gone, she slumped on the bed. Her attitudes about sex, her body, relationships . . . were al in a mess

right now. She wanted things she'd never wanted before, she felt things she'd never al owed to surface.

Fantasies pushed their way through her mind. Like being fucked by Ty Adams. Karen Smeed's words trickled

through her head.

You've never felt real pleasure until you've had one cock in your cunt and another up your . ..

Ass. That's what she'd been going to say. Melissa had never had anal sex, let alone two men at the same time.

Of course she hadn't. Before this, she'd been a normal woman, not some sex-craving maniac.

Images of Ty Adams shimmered through her brain. She could imagine his cock gliding into her, stroking her

vagina, then her leaning forward and Shane sliding his cock into her from behind. The thought of two large cocks

stuffed inside her, moving inside her, stroking her insides, sent thril s through her. She remembered the woman

in the Mariposa room with Shane, when the two men had fucked her at the same time.

Melissa's finger found her clit and she twirled and dabbed, imagining Ty and Shane fucking her sil y. It took less

than a minute before she exploded in another orgasm.

As Melissa and Shane entered the large dining room, she noticed Suzanne smiling and waving at them. She was

with Ty, Giselle, and Armand at a table for six.

"Melissa, why don't you and your husband join us?" Suzanne's eyes twinkled at Shane, so handsome in his

classic black tuxedo. "Your name is Shane, right?"

Shane took her hand and kissed it. "My pleasure. Suzanne?"

She nodded, a slight flush on her cheek.

"Shane and Melissa, this is my husband Ty."

Melissa felt a prickle dance down her spine as the focus of Ty's charcoal eyes, glinting coldly, locked on her then

flicked away. Dismissive, with none of the charm and friendliness of the previous evening.

Her hand drifted to her diamond heart necklace and her fingertips traced around the edge.

"Melissa, you already know Giselle, and her husband, Armand."

Shane shook hands with each of them. Gisel e and Armand both sent Melissa warm smiles and Melissa flushed a

little as she clung to Shane's hand. He must have noticed but didn't even blink.

A waitress came around with a bottle of red wine, filling their glasses. Soon after, the serving staff brought their

salads. Everyone chatted amiably over dinner, though Melissa noticed that Ty managed to totally ignore her

without being obvious about it. While they ate their dessert, a decadent triple-chocolate cheesecake, an

announcer stepped onto the smal stage with a microphone.

"Before everyone breaks after dinner for the gambling part of the evening, I'd like to enlist your help. We'd like several volunteers to take part in our show this evening. I promise, it will be a lot of fun. Now who's game?"

A couple of hands went up.

"Don't be shy, now." A couple more hands went up. "I'd really like to see some of our virgins take part."

Giselle nudged Melissa's elbow.

"You go, Melissa."

"No, I don't think so."

"That's a great idea," Suzanne added.

"Why don't you go?" Melissa asked. "You're a . . . new person, too."

"I tell you what. I will if you will."

Melissa clamped her lips tight. Why had she opened her mouth?

Shane leaned close to her. "Why don't you, Liss? It would be good for you to try something new."

Something new? She'd tried plenty new in the past twenty-four hours.

Ty's gaze fell on her. A look of challenge in those dark eyes bored through her.

He didn't think she'd do it. He thought she was too much of a wuss.

She lifted her head and pushed back her shoulders, then thrust up her hand.

One of the resort staff, holding a clipboard, proceeded to the table.

"Two volunteers here," Melissa said to the young man with the clipboard.

"Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but we only need one more. Are either of you a virgin?"

"We both are," Suzanne responded.

"I can only take one of you."

"I'm sorry, Melissa," Suzanne said. "I said I'd go with you, but . . ." She shrugged helplessly.

"No, it's fine. I'll go anyway," Melissa said, the memory of Ty's challenging gaze goading her on. She stood up and fol owed the man.

As they approached the other volunteers col ecting at the side of the stage, Melissa started having second

thoughts. She leaned toward her recruiter.

"This thing onstage . . . Wil I be expected to take part in any . . . uh . . . sexual activity?"

"Not if you don't want to."

She let out a sigh of relief.

"I don't."

He took her name and jotted it down on his sheet of paper along with a note beside it, then pointed to the other

volunteers following the announcer backstage.

"Go with them to wardrobe. You'll be set up with a costume and given instructions."

Chapter 9

TY STARED AT THE FIFTY ONE-THOUSAND DOLLAR BILLS IN HIS hand. Auction dol ars.

"You want to win as many of those as you can." Suzanne tucked hers in her evening bag.

"Wouldn't you rather I keep an eye on Melissa?"

The two of them walked toward the gaming area alone. After dessert and coffee, Giselle had headed for the

ladies' room and Shane and Armand for the bar.

Ty stil kicked himself for the way he'd behaved when Melissa had joined them at the table this evening—

succumbing to his anger at the thought she was here to expose Suzanne's club as something degenerate. He'd

never let his feelings show in a professional situation before. It had something to do with the fact that he liked

Melissa Woods—and he really didn't want her to be a bad guy.

"That's just it," Suzanne continued, "you need to win enough money to buy her."

His eyebrows arched up. "Come again?"

"Because she's a virgin participating in the show, she is chosen as the grand prize for the auction."