Fuck, he’s strong, and it’s so totally hot. The instant we’re inside, he sets me down and tears my vest off. Jake is on his feet in one swift move, taking me with him, and he carries me back to our villa in record time.

“I want you inside me-” Apparently I don’t need to say anything more. I reach between us and palm him through his shorts. “What do you want to do today?” he asks with blatant sex in his voice. “We’ll do this your way.” Giving me a sexy smile, he rests his large hands on my behind. You are what I need right now.” Knowing exactly what Jake needs, and more than willing to give it to him, I climb onto his lap, straddling him. “If you want to help me, Tru, then give me this time with you,” he says, his voice rough. His eyes darken further as they move downward, over my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra under my vest, so they put on an obvious show to Jake. And I feel the air instantly shift between us. Problems that Zane is more than capable of handling for another three days until I get back.” Staring into my eyes, he traces his fingertip over my lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly.

I’m on vacation with my girl-and no, you’re not keeping me from my business obligations,” he interjects, cutting me off with his finger to my lips when I open my mouth to protest. No fuckin’ way are we leaving this island for another three days. “I know you’re worried, which is exactly what I didn’t want, but here we are. Look I’m telling you now like you asked.” He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “You should have told me yesterday.” “Tru, don’t be ridiculous, you were sick. A huge amount of fucking fraud! When did you find out about this?” “Yesterday.” I give him a pissed-off look. You need to get back and sort this out.” “No, we’re-” “No,” I say firmly. “From the business, but basically, yes.” “We need to go back to LA, Jake. “Someone has stolen five hundred thousand dollars from you?” If I was angry before, I’m bloody raging now. I’m just waiting to get the exact figure from Zane once he’s spoken with the accountant again.” “Five. “The accountant figures about five hundred thousand dollars.

Changing tack and looking for some leverage in my argument, I ask, “How much money has been taken?” He shifts before he speaks, and looks out over the ocean.

Wethering the storm by samantha towle