Free Indulge by Georgia Cates

finish what I started. But, not here.
    “Can we go somewhere else? Maybe a place with a little more freedom from disturbance?”
    “Our rooms are the only places we’ll find privacy.”
    I don’t respond because I’m torn.
    “Don’t worry, Peach. We can go to my room, and you can leave whenever you want.”
    Choosing to go to a suite with a man I just met, especially one like Beau, is a big decision. Scary stuff. I’ve never done anything like that; I’ve always exercised extreme caution in everything I do. And look where that got me. Dumped within a year of marriage.
    Beau’s already given me one toe-curling orgasm, and he’s offering more. Is there really a choice, Anna James?
    “I want to.”
    “Thank fuck.” The words barely reach my ears before Beau grasps the back of my neck and pulls me in so his lips can reach mine.
    Aah! Every woman dreams of being kissed like this, just once in her lifetime, so hard and deep she can feel it down to her toes.
    Time to throw caution to the wind and live for the moment without worry for potentially ruinous consequences.
    Beau’s suite is on the opposite side of the resort from mine, but it’s close to the club, so the walk isn’t far. I’m thankful since my feet are already protesting.
    He holds my hand on the way. It’s sweet and romantic, but I’m not plagued with the misconception that this budding relationship is either of those things.
    We enter and I’m confounded by the differences in our suites. His is much roomier with a kitchen and dining area. There are a lot of doors so I’m guessing he has more than one bedroom. “Hot damn! Is this the presidential suite?”
    “Maybe.”
    I go to the sheer drapes in front of his windows to see what kind of view he has. I find French doors leading out onto a balcony facing a beach. No surprise there. “Nude or prude view?”
    “Prude.”
    “Awe. That’s too bad.”
    “Not really. It enabled me to watch you today.”
    I should be a little disturbed to learn that. But I’m not. “You didn’t spy for long; you showed up about thirty minutes after I arrived.”
    “Because I didn’t want to see you from a distance.”
    He says things like that, and I’m further confused about what is happening between us. “You could be with any woman of your choosing at this resort, yet you’re with the one and only non-hedonist at a hedonism resort. Why?”
    “I was intrigued by you from the moment you sat at my table.” I’m reminded of the conversation I had with Meredith and Grayson this morning at breakfast.
    I won’t be anyone’s challenge to conquer.
    “Is that code for seeing me as a conquest? Someone you want to seduce into your world of hedonism?”
    “No. It means I like you and enjoy our conversations.”
    A roguish grin spreads beneath his stubble as he approaches. When he reaches me, his hands go to my hips and pull me close. His mouth hovers over mine, his warm breath teasing my lips. “Perhaps you’re the one trying to seduce me into your vanilla world.”
    Hands cup beneath my ass and I’m lifted so my legs are wrapped around him. I hold on tightly around his shoulders as he carries me to the sofa. He falls back onto the couch, and I’m straddling him again. Good. It means I’m the one in control.
    He places a hand on each side of my face and gazes into my eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
    The expression I see there tells me everything I need to know. This man, despite his usual preferences, wants the vanilla me just as I am.
    I squeeze him tightly, pressing my body hard against his. I rotate my hips in a circular motion against his hard cock pressing into my crotch. I reach between us to slip my hand into his trousers, but he flips us over so I’m on my back. I should have known he wasn’t going to let me be in charge for long.
    His hand disappears beneath my dress and navigates its way down the front of my black lace panties. Looks like I was wrong in believing we came here to finish