Free Waking Up with the Boss by Sheri Whitefeather

you agreed that it seems weird?”
    â€œEnding it so quickly will make it even weirder. We might as well make the most of this couples-only thing. And there’s no denying how hot we are together.”
    No, there was no denying it. She could still feel the forbidden thrill of their union. The warm, slick foreplay. The hard-driving rhythm. The orgasmic shivers.
    Every moment was embedded in her brain. In her body. Even in parts of her soul. It had been the most exciting night of her life. But the most irresponsible, too.
    Dare she repeat it over the next few days? “Are you sure we shouldn’t just cut our losses now?”
    â€œAnd do what for the rest of the time that we’re here? Hang out at the beach and pretend it didn’t happen? Better to embrace it, I think.”
    Her pulse jumped. “By getting naked again?”
    â€œI’m already bare. And under that pretty dress of yours, so are you.” He set his coffee aside. “Aren’t you?”
    â€œYes.” Her voice all but quavered. She hadn’t put any underwear on this morning. She still had no idea where her panties from last night were, either. Maybe stuck in the bedcovers somewhere?
    â€œSo what’s it going hurt?” he asked. “A weekend of fun, sun and great sex. Things could be worse.”
    â€œWhat about the other guests here? Are we going to try to hide it from them?”
    â€œI don’t see why we should. Besides, most of them probably already assumed that we were a couple, anyway.”
    She thought about her conversation with Lena and how it had influenced her to sleep with Jake to begin with. “Lena predicted it.”
    â€œShe did?”
    â€œWhen we talked at the party. But we can’t let anyone figure it out when we get home. I can’t handle people at work knowing.”
    â€œI agree. It’ll be over as soon as we leave the island. We won’t ever do it again, and no one at the office will be the wiser. It’ll be our secret. But for now, I think we should enjoy each other’s company.” He held out his hand, beckoning her. “Come on, Carol. Indulge me.”
    Sweet mercy, she thought. He was just too charming to resist. As she left her chair and came forward, he pulled her into his arms and kissed the living daylights out of her.
    She rolled over the bed with him, letting him untie her sarong. He put his hands all over her naked body. She did the same thing to him, exploring that gorgeous golden-brown skin and those strong, sculpted muscles. She couldn’t stop touching him.
    They’d both staked their claims, and now it was official. They were having a fling. A weekend rendezvous. A mind-spinning affair.
    â€œTake a shower with me,” he said. “I want to get wet with you.”
    She circled her arms around him, pressing her body closer to his. “You’re already making me wet.”
    He lowered his hand, spreading her, testing her, teasing her. “That goes with the territory.”
    She moaned from the pressure building between her thighs. “A shower sounds amazing.”
    â€œThen let’s go.” He withdrew his fingers. “We can finish this in there.”
    Carol wanted him to finish her, as many times as he could. They sat up, and he removed a condom from the nightstand.
    She took stock of the inventory. “Do you have any more of those in your luggage?”
    He fisted the packet. “No, just these.”
    â€œThere will only be three left after we use that one.”
    He smiled, then jerked his head, his hair falling across his forehead. “That’s not enough for two more days?”
    She smiled, too, anxious to climb into the shower with him. “I don’t know. Is it?”
    â€œI guess we’re going to have to pace ourselves.”
    So far, they weren’t doing a particularly good job of that. It wasn’t even noon yet, and already they were gearing up for water-drenched