Free Pleasure Bay by Maddie Taylor, Melody Parks

she come all this way to experience something beyond her reality? To explore and see if what had consumed her fantasies for years was as good as she dreamed. Closing her mouth, she nodded.
    “You have your safeword, Sydney. Do you remember it?”
    She’d had to come up with one for her application. One that she wouldn’t ordinarily use during sex or a scene, were the instructions. She’d picked a word that she couldn’t imagine herself ever saying, let alone yelling out during sex.
    “Fashionista.”
    “Very unique.” His twinkling eyes caressed her face. “I like original safewords much better than our boring stoplight, but red and yellow are a safety net and will get me to stop or pause, and bring you help in any public area. Got it?”
    She nodded, a flush burning her cheeks like a sunburn.
    Pulling her hand toward him, he pressed his lips to the backs of her fingers. “Now, I’d like to dance with the prettiest girl on the island.”
     
    * * *
     
    When Shane stepped into the lounge, he immediately felt as though the walls were closing in on him, even though the closest thing to walls were the wooden railings skirting the edge of the covered deck. Why had he done this? He was beer, football, and fast motorcycles. Pleasure Bay was champagne, elegance, and high-class fashion.
    He hung back for a moment, watching the other guests. He’d let them all settle at a table or into a corner before finding one of his own, preferably with a beer, or a whiskey and Coke. He observed Mariah, the hot blonde in the royal blue dress, talking to a couple near the bar. They were smiling and nodding and soon she handed them a white envelope. That’s right… their weekend itineraries. Shane could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his palms. How was he ever going to go through with this?
    The redhead in the low-cut filmy black dress was walking away from the bar with a wine cooler. If they had those, surely they would have a beer. As he approached the bar, the stunning woman who had introduced herself as Katie on the way in, appeared to have the same thing on her mind. He purposely slowed his pace, letting her reach the bar before him. Damn, if she wasn’t the closest thing to his fantasy woman. She even wore her rich black hair pulled up neatly into the same sweeping French twist. Her eyes were a dazzling bright blue and had nearly made his heart stop earlier when she put her hand on his shoulder and spoke to him. He’d been so captivated he couldn’t even tell her his name in return. What an idiot.
    She sat down on a stool as she waited for her drink. The gown opened into a deep V in the back and the sight of all that smooth white skin made Shane’s mouth water. He could see himself giving every inch of her luscious body a slow, sensual bath with just the tip of his tongue. His cock stirred to life at the thought.
    The closer he got to the bar, the closer he got to her, and suddenly the jacket of his tux felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, the temperature in the room increasing by at least twenty degrees. Pull it together, Moore… don’t make an ass of yourself.
    “Budweiser, please,” Shane said to the bartender as he approached, standing only a couple of seats away from Katie.
    “Coming right up, sir.”
    Giving her a sidelong look, Shane wanted to apologize for acting like a tongue-tied fool before. Then, as now, his nerves were on edge as unease surged through him and his palms began to get clammy. Feeling like it was now or never, he told himself, take a chance, Moore, make a move.
    Angling his body toward her, he did just that. “I’m sorry I was so rude before. I’m Shane Moore.”
    Her head tilted casually, her smile electrifying, and the glint in her bright blue eyes danced as her face lit up.
    “You weren’t rude at all, Shane. Just a bit edgy from what I could tell.”
    ‘A bit edgy’ was an understatement. Her silky voice just about made him melt into a puddle right there at her feet. The