| Author: | Nick Foxx | ISBN: | 9781476467498 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx | Publication: | August 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nick Foxx |
| ISBN: | 9781476467498 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx |
| Publication: | August 9, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
This is the sequel to "The Girl In The Red Bikini". While this story can stand alone, it's even better if you read the prequel.
Coming home early offers a chance to experience even more fun with his new playmate.
This title contains adult material that's unsuitable for minors. That's what makes it so much fun to read.
EXCERPT:
My first thought was ‘Where am I?’ Then, I remembered. I’m on vacation. I’m still at the resort. There’s a bar downstairs and a beach outside. Somewhere in the building is a woman I’d had an amazing time with yesterday. I’d gotten a good night’s rest. The best sleep I’d had in months. All the tension I’d been carrying around the last few months was washed away and I felt like a new man. I was tempted to seek her out but I thought it was better this way.
Yesterday, she’d made the first move but last night I’d taken control. We’d had a night of passion like I’d never known before. It was so good that I wanted more but I knew it couldn’t last. In thirty-six hours I was scheduled to fly home. There was no reason to drag it out if I was never going to see her again. Better to enjoy the moment we’d had and walk away.
I sat on the balcony and ate room service while I stared at the waves breaking on the beach below. A quick phone call moved my flight time up and I was packed and out the door before I could change my mind.
I got home a day early. After the night I’d had, nothing could make my vacation any better. The flight attendant had to wake me when we arrived. It was strange because I can never sleep while I’m in the air. Maybe I was more worn out than I thought. Well, that doesn’t matter. I’ve got an extra day to recuperate before anyone expects me home. I grabbed my bag off the carrousel and headed out to find a taxi. Just as I opened the door to climb in, someone bumped into me from behind.
When I turned to give them a piece of my mind, there she was. She looked tired, frazzled, but just as breathtaking as she’d been lying on the beach in her red bikini. Wait! How did she get here? We stood there staring at each other for so long, someone else got in the cab. They pulled the door out of my hand and sped away.
This is the sequel to "The Girl In The Red Bikini". While this story can stand alone, it's even better if you read the prequel.
Coming home early offers a chance to experience even more fun with his new playmate.
This title contains adult material that's unsuitable for minors. That's what makes it so much fun to read.
EXCERPT:
My first thought was ‘Where am I?’ Then, I remembered. I’m on vacation. I’m still at the resort. There’s a bar downstairs and a beach outside. Somewhere in the building is a woman I’d had an amazing time with yesterday. I’d gotten a good night’s rest. The best sleep I’d had in months. All the tension I’d been carrying around the last few months was washed away and I felt like a new man. I was tempted to seek her out but I thought it was better this way.
Yesterday, she’d made the first move but last night I’d taken control. We’d had a night of passion like I’d never known before. It was so good that I wanted more but I knew it couldn’t last. In thirty-six hours I was scheduled to fly home. There was no reason to drag it out if I was never going to see her again. Better to enjoy the moment we’d had and walk away.
I sat on the balcony and ate room service while I stared at the waves breaking on the beach below. A quick phone call moved my flight time up and I was packed and out the door before I could change my mind.
I got home a day early. After the night I’d had, nothing could make my vacation any better. The flight attendant had to wake me when we arrived. It was strange because I can never sleep while I’m in the air. Maybe I was more worn out than I thought. Well, that doesn’t matter. I’ve got an extra day to recuperate before anyone expects me home. I grabbed my bag off the carrousel and headed out to find a taxi. Just as I opened the door to climb in, someone bumped into me from behind.
When I turned to give them a piece of my mind, there she was. She looked tired, frazzled, but just as breathtaking as she’d been lying on the beach in her red bikini. Wait! How did she get here? We stood there staring at each other for so long, someone else got in the cab. They pulled the door out of my hand and sped away.
