Page 57 of Last Resort

Up and down.

My body tightens and I grow even wetter. I’m on the verge of begging him to do as he threatened. Of yanking me down and fucking me senseless, but right as the words hit my lips, his groan fills the room.

I watch him come. His cock jerking in his hand as he spills in his other. And if that’s not sexy enough, the look in his eyes—dark, dominant, desirous—as they lock on mine more than pushes me over the edge.

My orgasm hits me without a care for location or the need for silence. I bite the corner of the pillow as wave after wave washes through me. My breath is heavy and my body floating as I close my eyes and absorb its blissful wrath.

I yelp when Callahan’s hands grasp my thighs, push against them to spread me wider, and his tongue licks its way between them. My body writhes under his touch as his tongue dips inside me.

His groan is everything. Part torture, part satisfaction.

“Callahan,” I warn as I fist a hand in his hair to pull his head up.

A grin spreads over his arousal-glistened lips. “Can’t blame a man for wanting to taste his brownie points.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Pressing my foot to his chest, I push him back as I laugh.

“Guess number two?” he says, lying on his ass with his softening dick still hanging out of his trousers. “Learning the art of negotiation.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Sutton

“So we’ve experienced five of the top-ten list so far,” Brady says, running a line through Jeep ride adventures on my tacked list to the bulletin board. “Thoughts?”

“My thoughts are that all five are feasible for Ocean’s Edge. The question is, how do we adapt them to make them unique? Same goes with employment contracts.”

“I spoke with Teresa today,” Brady says about Sharpe International’s employment contract lawyer.

“And?”

“We went through the employee requests item by item. I explained how they compare to other resorts here, as well as gave my opinion on which ones were dealbreakers. She’s going to draw up a new contract so we have somewhere to start with Solomon,” he says, referring to Ocean’s Edge’s employee representative.

“Good. That’s great,” I say. “I spoke to two interior designers today and have a call with one later to begin a renovation plan.”

“Did you like either of the two you spoke with?”

“The first one not so much. Her mood board said contemporary modern over classic elegance and she fought me on that so she’s a no-go. The second had some great ideas. We’ll see what the third says and then make a decision by the end of the week. We need to get the ball rolling on that so plans can be submitted and materials ordered. The reno most likely will happen after my time here is up, but you’ll have everything in place for a seamless process.”

He snorts. “Seamless and renovation do not belong in the same sentence.”

“I know, but one can hope,” I murmur, getting distracted by an email that pops up on my screen from Roz in regards to our conversation earlier. “Oh, and ecotourism is a definite go.”

“It is?” Brady looks up from his computer, his voice full of surprise as he lifts his chin toward Callahan’s office. “You got the okay on it?”

A knowing smile slides across my lips. “We negotiated. I won.”

Brady does a double take and fist-bumps me across the desk. “Kicking ass and taking names. I like it.” He does a little dance that has me laughing and then stills immediately.

I look over to see Callahan standing there, shoulder leaning against the doorway, hands shoved in his pockets, and his eyebrows raised.

Brady is frozen in place, and the sight of his raised eyebrows and mouth shocked into an “O” with the imposing figure of Callahan over his shoulder is comical.

“Something funny?” Callahan asks.

He heard me. I know he heard me, and it’s written all over that gorgeous face of his.

“We were just celebrating. I was telling Brady that after some thorough negotiations, you agreed to let me move forward with the ecotourism signage as well as offering the customized tours for our guests.”