23-year-old aspiring artist Sophie Walker can think of no better place than the exotic paradise of the Maldives Islands to escape the wrath of her controlling parents, the monotony of her boring legal work and her passionless boyfriend. With her two best friends along for the ride and to help her find herself again, Sophie is not prepared for the enigmatic Clayton Sinclair. Clayton comes from another world of privilege that seems like a fantasy to Sophie. Can this man introduce her to the passion & seduction she never realized she was desperately searching for? Sophie quickly becomes ensnared in Clayton's seductive web until a shocking treachery makes her question her judgment and actions
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His jaw is tightly clenched and I can still feel the anger
oozing off his body. Clayton literally pulls me out of the club. The hot air
hits us hard. There’s a slight breeze that is nice but does nothing to ward off
the impressive heat.
I wonder what Erik and Orie are thinking? They’re probably
disap- pointed that I left the club holding Clayton’s hand despite their
warnings that I should play hard to get. We walk up the steps and are outside
within seconds. Clayton walks briskly, completely ignoring me. I dig my feet
into the ground.
“Hold on a second!”
He stops, doesn’t release my hand, and turns to look at me.
His face is perfectly composed. But he looks really aloof. All because I danced
with some guy?
“What is your problem?” I know my voice has gone up like ten
octaves but I really don’t care. I’m not the type of woman who allows a guy to
order me around, and here’s a perfect stranger doing just that. He needs to
explain. Like now.
I watch him raise a brow, look me over with that icy glare,
and I won- der what I’m getting myself into. He stares at me for a long moment
before answering. I know he’s doing this to throw me off balance and make me
nervous. Law school and my father did teach me a few things about the art of
war. And damn, he’s really good at it. My father would definitely be impressed.
“I told you, Sophie. I don’t share. And I don’t do games.
And I especially don’t do jealousy.”
Well shit, he certainly seems jealous to me. Right?
“You could have fooled me.”
I can’t believe I
just said that. Talk about uttering some bold shit.
Even Clayton seems surprised by my words. I see it for a
split second before his eyes turn cloudy and guarded. I’ve managed to pull my
hand from his and back a bit away from him, hoping to gain some distance from
the towering god. The angry, towering god, I might add.
“You’re right.”
At first I don’t think I’ve heard him correctly because
honestly, it’s the last thing in the world I’d expect him to admit to me, but
he does. Before I can even have a second to be happy about that revelation, he
starts to stalk me. I back away from him until I’m cornered against a wall with
nowhere to go. He leans into me, hands on both sides of my head, trapping any
possible exit I could make.
“You’re absolutely right, Sophie. And it’s a first for me. A
fucking first. And I’ve decided I don’t like the feeling at all.”
I lose my stomach. I feel a rush of excitement move through
my body. I can barely breathe. He’s never been jealous before? I try not to
smile in giddy pleasure.
“So what now?” I whisper. He smiles darkly at my innocent
question.
“So now I’m going to find out why the hell I’m so drawn to
you. I’m going to see if you taste as good as you look.”
I gasp. Holy shit. For the first time in my life, I’m incapable
of thought. His lips crush mine with savage seduction as his hand moves through
my hair, pulling my face as close to his as possible. His other reaches down to
cup my bottom and literally lifts me up off the ground as he grinds his hips
into mine and pushes me against the wall.
Oh, God. I feel every inch of him and I lose it. My hands
are entangled in his hair, holding him tightly in place. His tongue moves into
my mouth with expertise and takes complete ownership, branding me completely as
his, and I moan in reaction. His tongue licks and devours my mouth completely.
Tasting every part of me. His lips suck mine, and lord, does this man know how
to kiss.
I feel his hands move down to the back of my naked thighs,
caressing my skin, then reach under my short dress and grasp my butt. He groans
in satisfaction as he deepens the kiss. I feel every part of him. It is so
sinful but feels so good I can’t stop him. I don’t want to stop him. I push my
hips into his, feeling the proof that he wants me just as badly as I want him,
and then suddenly he tears his mouth away from mine and steps back.
“Jesus,” he whispers.
I’m panting with need. With want. I have never felt this way
in all my life. I want him. I want to go to bed with him. Give him my
virginity. On a silver platter, paper plate, I don’t care. It’s his.
I try to get a grip. Is it just me? It can’t be. I look at
him and watch as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in.
“Fuck,” he says. Yes, Clayton. I’m thinking the same thing.
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