Ash never stayed after a hookup. He always got dressed and left. Spending the night always hinted at a closeness that wasn’t possible for the short-term flings he looked for. The short-term flings that were right for him. But as he lay there, holding Kallie in his arms, he considered staying. He considered blowing his rules out of the water and waking her up with his cock. Sliding between her legs and rolling into her until a morning orgasm forced her eyes open.
He relaxed against her, feeling himself succumbing to her warmth.
Until his eyes strayed over to the bedside table.
There was a beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting there. And at first, it didn’t strike him as odd. Women enjoyed flowers and he probably wasn’t the only man on the island trying to woo a woman like Kallie. But he was the one that won out over all of them and that sent a sort of pride surging through his chest.
Then, his eyes fell upon the note.
Congratulations on your nuptials! We hope your honeymoon is filled with all the romance and love it could ever deserve.
What?
His hand immediately slid from Kallie’s waist. She turned over, her hair mussed over her face and her cheeks still flushed from her orgasms. He slid off the bed and padded out into the hallway, gathering up his clothes and pulling them on.
“Ash?”
Her voice was so sweet. So innocent.
But she wasn’t.
“Yep?”
“Is everything okay?”
He looked up and saw her come around the corner. Naked. Free. Her legs were strong and her breasts were red from where he’d marked her and her hair was tousled in all the best ways.
“Got an early morning at work,” he said.
“The bar doesn’t open until noon, right?” she asked.
“I have to be there to clean down and prep. That takes a few hours. Sorry.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He didn’t wait for any other response. All he wanted was to get out of there. He slipped into his flip-flops and opened the front door, clo
sing it behind him without looking back. He strode back to his bungalow on the other side of the beach. The private bungalow reserved only for those who could afford the glaring five-figure nightly price. He shoved his way into the palace on the private beach and cast his clothes off, disgusted with himself.
Kallie was married?
He hopped into the shower and started the process of washing her off. Washing off her juices and her scent and the feeling of her lips against his. Normally he basked in it. Soaked in it before washing it off the next morning. But the idea of sleeping with a married woman was something that turned his stomach.
Could Kallie really be married? Where was her ring? He knew she didn’t have a ring on. Not even a tan line. He always checked before taking on a conquest. He didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with married women and he wasn’t going to continue the trend. But something about the situation didn’t sit right. Where was her husband? If she was married, where in the world was he at one in the morning?
Obviously not beside her.
Was she not married yet? Maybe she was on the island to get married before spending her honeymoon there. But that still wouldn’t explain the lack of a ring. Or even a tan line. She would’ve had an engagement ring she wore all the time, right?
Was he a last-minute fling before the groom-to-be arrived to get married to her?
Ash felt dirty. Dirtier than he ever expected to feel. Kallie was classy. Intelligent. Or so he thought. He couldn't believe a woman like her would play him like that.
And he ate right from the palm of her married little hand.
But in a way, he was playing her as well. A no-string romp in the sack that ended when her flight left the island. He didn’t fuck married women, though. That was a line he didn’t cross. At least, as far as he knew. He made sure of it. Her villa had no traces of a man. No shoes. No clothes. No smell of cologne. Nothing that alerted him to a fact that a man was staying with her.
It didn’t make sense.