“You know what you have to do,” he said, lust roughening up the Texas twang in his voice. “Say it.”
Blind from intense pleasure, instinct and need took over. They moved together in a primal rhythm, both lost in the absolute bliss of being together—skin to skin. The tingling started low in her belly, growing and morphing within her until she couldn’t take it anymore and it exploded.
“I’m yours,” she screamed as the orgasm hit.
“Yes.” He thrust once. “You.” Twice. “Are.” Three times, before he stiffened and nearly collapsed on top of her, taking them both down to the mattress.
The crowd outside the cabana cheered the final act before turning away for their own fun and games. Bianca closed her eyes and tried to keep her fast-beating heart from escaping her rib cage as she came down from her climax and snuggled up next to the man who belonged to her just as much as she did to him.
Chapter 11
Taz
Back in the bungalow’s bathroom, Taz stared at himself in the mirror. His brown contacts were in the case on the counter. With them out, the itchy irritation and red lines crisscrossing the whites of his eyes had started to fade, but that’s not what put a heavy rock in the pit of his stomach.
It was his massively dilated pupils.
Only one thing had that effect on him. Genie’s Wish. Somehow he’d gotten dosed again.
“Fuck me.”
“I thought I already had,” Bianca said as she stood in the doorway, one shoulder propped against the doorframe.
God, she was beautiful. Even as different as she appeared with her insta-tan brown skin that had turned her peach nipples nut brown, and the honey-blonde wig, and makeup that made her face look more round, the sight of her turned his mouth desert dry. His cock thickened against his thigh. No matter what she looked like, the draw was the same for him—drugged or not.
All he wanted to do was finish this damn mission, get Gidget and take Bianca home—to their home—and now all of that was in jeopardy. If Bianca thought what had just happened between them in the cabana was just the drug, she’d shut down for good, especially if…
A cool blast of fear shot up his spine.
“Come here.” It came out harsher than he meant, but dammit, he knew what he’d find before he even looked in her big brown eyes.
“Now there’s the Mr. Bossy I know.” Bianca gave him her signature saucy smirk and sauntered over to his side.
Fisting his hands to stop from cupping her perfect tits or following the delectable curves of her strong thighs, Taz sidestepped to keep a few merciful inches between them. “Look at my eyes.”
Her pupils were dilated, but not nearly to the same extent as his own.
He couldn’t miss the moment she realized what was going on. Her eyes went wide and she let out a startled gasp.
“How?” she asked, turning her focus to her own reflection, and lowering her voice to a whisper so low he could barely hear it. “We’ve been careful. We left the windows open, kept the fan going and shut the air vents in here. Plus we haven’t even been in the room for more than ten minutes at a time.”
Searching for an answer, he brought up an image of the poolside cocktail party in his mind. Waiters everywhere carrying drinks and bite-sized food on their silver trays. Naked partygoers laughing over drinks as they watched and waited to see who would be the first to start the fun and games they’d all come to see. Four cabanas surrounding the pool. Palm trees standing sentinel on the border between the pool and the beach. Nothing that could push out the aerosol Genie’s Wish.
“Did you notice any fans at the pool?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No.”
That’s when it hit him. “What did you drink?”
“I sipped on one of the signature cocktails, but only had maybe a third of it.”
“Was it an orange-colored fruity drink, served over ice in a hurricane glass with an umbrella sticking out?”
“That’s it.” She nodded.
That rock in his stomach turned into a boulder. “I had three.”
Her eyes went wide. “We’re on a mission.”