Pleasing Her SEAL

Maddie snorted. “If you make me laugh too hard, I’ll wheeze,” she warned. Conveniently, she had both her inhaler and a replacement inhaler in her bag by her feet, but why break out the meds if she didn’t have to? “We have to be the last two single people here,” she complained when Ashley didn’t say anything.

The other woman grinned. “You’re not my type.”

“Thanks.” Maddie poked her. “Not even if the world came to an end and we were the last two people standing?”

“If zombies surround the island, I’ll reconsider,” Ashley promised. “So...you decided to pass on the handsome hottie chef?”

He was a really good kisser. He knew exactly how to touch her and he didn’t seem to mind her sass. In fact, he seemed to like it. Like her. That possibility sent her up in flames.

“He’s playing hard to get,” she admitted.

“He’s a guy. How hard can he be? Wait.” Ashley made a face. “That sounds pornographic. I take it back.”

“Too late.” Having a vacation girlfriend was fun. Maddie hoped she and Ashley would stay in touch after they both left the island.

“Besides,” she continued, “this is a workcation, not a vacation. I should be focusing on my blog, not getting distracted by Mason’s butt.”

Ashley snorted. “Granted, the man does have a great ass.”

“Yeah, but how does it rank in comparison to paying the electric? I need to hit the ball out of the park on my blog, so that’s where I should be focusing. Right?”

“When’s the last time you had great sex?”

“Full disclosure?” Maddie considered opening the laptop again. This would make great content. “It’s been so long that I’m rusty. Instead of lube, I’m going to need WD-40.”

Ashley gestured toward the pool boy. He was a tall, good-looking guy, muscled but still lean. He moved with a lazy confidence that promised great sex with no strings attached, so he certainly ticked all the right boxes. Unfortunately, he was the marzipan in her sexual fantasies, pretty to look at but nothing she actually wanted to eat. Which meant she was, apparently, Team Mason all the way.

Ashley nodded knowingly, then examined the pool guy herself. “So the question is, does anybody else do it for you, or is this a Mason-specific thing?”

She knew the answer to that one.

“Stop looking at that dude’s ass.” Busted. Please let him not have heard that crack about his butt. A pair of hands closed over Maddie’s eyes, eclipsing her view of the pool boy bending over a stack of towels and effectively blindfolding her. The move was probably unprofessional. Except—she was practically a Fantasy Island employee herself, wasn’t she, if she was blogging about them for money? Did that make it better? She’d have to think about that.

“Earth to Maddie. No imagining the staff naked.” The amused male voice in her ear recalled her to her current situation. Blindfolded and—almost—wrapped in Mason’s arms. If that wasn’t fantasy fodder, she didn’t know what was.

“Are you offering alternatives?”

“My ass is at your disposal,” he said drily.

And didn’t that make her breathless? Bringing her hands up, she tugged on his wrist. Of course Mason was as immovable as a brick wall, although she was 100 percent certain that said wall lacked Mason’s sex appeal. Which she really appreciated. Along with all that warm, male skin. She rubbed her fingers over his smooth inner wrist, bumping against his dive watch.

“I could be convinced to get my kinky on,” she murmured.

Totally true, except he was already removing his hands from her eyes. Darn it. Through a fog of lust—which she was so not admitting to—she heard Ashley call her goodbyes and disappear. Chicken.

“You’re incorrigible,” he growled. “Come on.”

“No more blindfold games?” Because she was all for expanding her horizons and exploring her inner sex kitten. Or just having a really, really good time with Mason. Outlining a few possible bedroom options seemed like fun, but he was already striding away from her.

“You can’t tease a girl and then not wait for her.” Hopping off her lounger, she grabbed her laptop and her bag and scurried after him as fast as her espadrilles would allow. It wasn’t terribly dignified, but Mason in a playful mood was appealing, and they both knew she had no willpower. He smelled like coconut and spice today, which was another vote in his favor. Mason always smelled so good—how could she resist?