Free Sarasota Bride by Talyn Scott Page A

at the stars so he wouldn’t go to Elizabeth’s suite and fuck her mindless. Or tell her that he loved her, knowing full well she wouldn’t reciprocate after he’d bulldozed her life.
    He cleared his throat, dodging the obvious for long enough. “Did you take the medicine I had sent to you?” Elizabeth moved in front of him, blocking the view of the harbor with the body he so desperately needed. If only he didn’t know what he was missing, he wouldn’t want between her creamy thighs right now. And he could see them quite well, the hem of her pink skirt shifting in the breeze, taunting him to run his fingertips upwards and find her secrets. Again.
    “The emergency contraception was so thoughtful, thank you,” she said sweetly, peering over her dark glasses and flashing the same blue eyes that had stared up at him when he was sixteen and didn’t know what he was doing with her body, but only that he loved her. “By the way, did you get the bag of condoms I had sent to you ?”
    “Sure did.” Oh, it had been a bitchy move on her part. She had sent them to his penthouse via his general manager. Donaldson had arrived in Trey’s foyer carrying an open shopping bag hailed from one of the downstairs shops overflowing with an assortment of condoms. Libby had tediously removed each prophylactic from its perspective wrapper and stretched it long with her naughty hands, making erotic streamers. “How many condoms were in that bag, Elizabeth? Two, maybe three-thousand?”
    “Four, to be exact,” she said triumphantly, “if you count the French ticklers.”
    “Well, I’ve never seen my GM so taken aback.” He tossed his coffee into the trash. “But I must admit the neon-colored cock rings and gigantic bottles of herbal supplements were a nice touch.” He stepped closer, sensing a quickening in her breathing. “Who knew I suffered from erectile dysfunction?”
    “Well, the first step in healing is to admit you have a problem.”
    He leaned on his cane, pressing his mouth against her ear. “Obviously you’re fuming because I forgot the condom, but am I right in thinking you’re pissed about the Morning After contraception?” He shouldn’t have fucked her in the first place! What a mistake, he realized, but not for the obvious reasons. After they’d gone at it on the balcony, he wanted more and more and more. He wanted to take her upstairs to his bed, a place he’d never brought any other woman. He wanted to fuck her in all ways imaginable. And only after he’d gotten all the pent-up steam out of his system, Trey wanted to slow his roll and make…No, no, no! No matter what he wanted, Elizabeth would never allow him to make love to her, not now.
    “You are assuming I’m not a responsible woman.”
    He pulled back, staring down into her lying eyes. “You’re not on the pill.”
    She bristled. “How do you know that?”
    Drake couldn’t find any pills in her hotel room or her purse. “You just told me.”
    “All you had to do was ask, Trey,” she said quietly, nodding at Noah as he left the trattoria with an armload of purchases. “I would have been honest.”
    Apparently, he’d put her in the category of her father somehow, refusing to take her word for anything. “Well, now I know.”
    She pivoted on her fuck-me shoes, her toenails glittering the same color pink as her velvet sheath. “Well, Noah’s waiting.” Rummaging through her purse, she produced her all-paying room key. “The firehouse is operational, and I have tenants waiting to move in.”
    Reluctantly, he pocketed the card key. “I have a family function to attend tonight.”
    She shrugged. “You’ve stayed away for days now and you’re trying to what, let me in on your schedule?” Her lips puckered in annoyance. “I don’t care where you go Trey.”
    

    “I’m not letting you in on my schedule. I’m expecting you to come with me.”
    The wind chose that moment to pickup, swirling her girly-scented hair in front of his