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  The next day he could buy her. And she’d be all his.

  While he waited for the ten minutes to pass, he thought up the various things he would do to her when that body belonged to him.

  All of the things he hadn’t been able to do in the Massage Hut.

  * * * * *

  By the time three a.m. rolled around, Kris was tired and weary. She’d tried to enjoy all the sensual touching she’d experienced, but much to her dismay she hadn’t. She could only assume her lack of interest in the hedonism going on around her was due to him.

  The Grinch.

  She nibbled on her lower lip as she and Elizabeth followed the others to a remote, first floor tiki bar to unwind from the crazy atmosphere that had permeated the evening. Would Jack McKenna rat her out to the university, she wondered? The very worry of it made her stomach knot until she felt like she might vomit.

  Her entire life as she knew it was about to end. She would lose her tenure, if not her job altogether, and be forced to retire in disgrace.

  And all because she had wanted to bring a little bit of excitement into her life.

  Elizabeth had assured her that none of the men here would rat her out because in order to do so they would have to admit they’d been to Hotel Atlantis, but clearly Elizabeth had never dealt with Jack McKenna before. The big bruiser wouldn’t care who knew he’d been to Hotel Atlantis. In fact, she thought glumly, he’d probably be proud of it. Sort of like a notch on the bedpost.

  When she arrived at the bar, the first thing she did was take a deep breath. The second thing she did was down the piña colada Elizabeth had handed off to her in less than a minute.

  “Sheesh! That was quick.” Elizabeth grinned. “Care for another?”

  Kris sighed. She smiled when John walked by and handed her another piña colada, then turned back to Elizabeth who was standing up leaning against the bar just like she was.

  Her eyes absently flicked over Elizabeth’s perfect, naked body. It was strange, she thought, but it hadn’t taken her long to accustom herself to total nudity. Once she had been out there in front of the men and exposed to them, she had quit feeling shy in less than ten minutes.

  “I’m having one hell of a bad night,” Kris confessed. She saluted her friend with the tropical drink, and then proceeded to sip from it.

  Elizabeth’s face scrunched up. “Why? I saw that Frenchman all over you and he is so damn hot.” She playfully nudged her in the shoulder and smiled. “Bet he bids on you.”

  “Bet he doesn’t win.”

  Kris froze at the sound of that very familiar, and very surly, masculine voice speaking directly from behind her. Instinctually, she set her drink down on the bar and covered her breasts and mons as best as she could, then turned around to face her nemesis.

  Jack rolled his eyes. “A little late for modesty, ain’t it, professor?”

  Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “He called you professor,” she murmured. “He knows…” She stopped abruptly. “Oh shit,” she muttered.

  Kris took a deep breath. Her thoughts exactly.

  “Come here,” Jack said in a would-broach-no-argument tone. “Now.”

  Kris’ first instinct was to straighten her spine and tell him what he could do with his growled out commands like she always did, but she was too tired and too upset to argue with him. Besides, she wanted to find out what his intentions were. If he was going to get her fired, she needed some mental prep time.

  “Fine,” she said weakly, her hands still covering her breasts and mons as best they could. “Where?”

  Jack grunted. Rather than answer her, he took her by the arm and gently guided her to the far end of the bar and away from curious eyes. When he was sure they were out of earshot from the others, he whirled her around to face him. She was still covering herself, her hands shielding her private parts from him.

  He rolled his eyes again and tore her hands away from her body. With a warning growl he planted them firmly at her sides. “Do not,” he bit out, “shield yourself from me.” His nostrils flared as he got his first good look at her nude, oiled down body up close and personal. Well, the first good look he’d had at it once he’d been aware of the fact that it belonged to the Prickly Professor and not to just any old prostitute. “Lord knows you haven’t bothered shielding yourself from anyone else.”

  She sighed, too tired to care if he looked his fill at her or not. “Are you going to get me fired?” she asked bluntly, coming straight to the point. “Is that why you brought me over here? To gloat?” Her body stiffened. “Because if it is, save yourself the trouble. I already figured out the moment I saw you that I’d need to look for a new job as soon as I return to San Francisco.” She said the words boldly, but was pretty sure even a man as insensitive as Jack McKenna could hear the trembling in her voice.

  His eyes softened a bit, surprising her. “Hell no I’m not gonna get you fired! Jesus, I’m not that bad, lady,” he said gruffly.

  She stilled, not certain as to whether or not he could be believed. Then again, Jack McKenna was an in-your-face kind of man. She doubted he was the type to give her hope about something so serious and then go back on his word. If he wanted to rat her out, he’d be gloating over it, not acting all surly over the fact that she had thought he’d do something like that to her to begin with.

  That in and of itself confused her. Why did he care what she thought of him anyway?

  They locked gazes, dark brooding eyes meeting worried cat-like green ones.

  “Why are you here?” Jack murmured. He placed his large, calloused hands on her shoulders and began to gently knead them. His dark eyes softened for a fraction of a second before resuming their normal level of steel. “Do you need money, sweetheart?”

  Perversely, the fact that after two years of grunting and growling at her Jack McKenna was trying in his surly, patronizing way to be nice to her, made her feel like crying. Between that and the fact that she was exhausted and had experienced so many extreme emotions today, her eyes teared up for just a second. She cleared her throat, blinked them away, and answered him truthfully.

  “No,” she admitted. She glanced away for a second and sighed, then looked back at him. “Listen, Mr. McKenna…”

  “Jack,” he growled.

  “Jack,” she conceded. She sighed again. “I really appreciate the fact that you’re trying to help, but I don’t need any money.” She took a deep breath. “I’m doing this for me,” she said quietly. “Not for money.”

  That dark eyebrow shot up, though this time out of confusion and not to irritate her. “I don’t follow.”

  She closed her eyes briefly, expelling a shaky breath as she did so. When she opened them again, she explained how she felt as best she could given how tired and bone weary she felt. “I’m getting older, Jack. Not old, but older.” She shrugged her shoulders, which he was still kneading, and glanced away. “I wanted to do something wild and crazy just once in my life. For as long as I’ve lived and breathed I’ve followed the rules, as you know and like to belittle me for all the time, and…” She felt his body still at the truth as she glanced back to him. “And for once I didn’t feel like following them anymore.”

  “But why here?” he asked, still not quite getting it. “I can understand the wanting to do something wild and crazy part, but I don’t get why you wanted to—”

  He stopped abruptly, his dark eyes widening in dawning comprehension, and then narrowing in arousal.

  He stared at her, his cock as hard as a rock, his heavy-lidded eyes studying her lips. “You like the submissive part, don’t you, baby?” he asked huskily.

  Kris wet her lips and looked away. When he called her pet names like that it did things to her it shouldn’t. Like harden her nipples and make her clit pulse. “Maybe,” she squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe my ass,” he murmured. His hands fell from her shoulders, trailed down her back, and palmed her buttocks as he drew her in closer. She sucked in a surprised breath, bu
t didn’t try to push him away.

  Goddamn, Jack thought, he was horny as hell.

  All these years he’d been trying to find a woman who was submissive in general, catering to his every whim, but had grown quickly bored by each and every one of them. He didn’t know why he’d been looking for that, but conceded it probably had something to do with his assertive, independent ex. She had walked all over him, cheated on him, used him—and he’d been devastated. So after their marriage had broken up, he’d gone looking for her antithesis.

  He’d found plenty of them. But although he’d enjoyed that submissiveness on a sexual level, those women had bored him to tears on all other levels.

  As it turned out, what he’d really wanted all along was a free-thinking woman like Dr. Kris Torrence. An independent, infuriating woman who would give as good as she got out of the bedroom, but who would also worship him and his cock inside of the bedroom, or wherever he wanted the bedroom to be.

  He hadn’t realized this facet of his personality until a few seconds ago. Until the woman he’d had more masturbation sessions fantasizing about than he could count had more or less admitted she craved to be sexually dominated. And he had his submissive little witch right here in his arms…

  “I want you, Krissy,” he said thickly, his large hands kneading her buttocks as he pressed his erection against her bare belly. He wanted to get as naked as she was. “I’ve wanted you for a long, long time.”

  Her eyes flew up to meet his. “And I’ve wanted y—” She abruptly stopped her confession, and then looked away. Her heartbeat sped up, thumping madly. “Jack,” she breathed out. “We can’t do this. It’s best if you leave me alone. I see you at work all the time even if we rarely speak,” she said in a rush of emotion and tripped over words. “How can I pretend like nothing ever happened when I see you? I’m not so cold as that—”

  “I don’t want you to be cold,” he interrupted, his voice thick with arousal. He ground his erection, concealed through the fabric of his black Italian trousers, against her belly again. “The last thing I want from you, sweetheart, is cold.”

  Kris was about to open her mouth and argue, but was given no time. Jack’s mouth came down on top of hers, firmly, demandingly, broaching no argument, as he thrust his tongue between her lips.

  She whimpered a bit—in defeat, or in admission of her attraction to him she couldn’t say. But she didn’t even bother to try to fight him. Lord knows she’d secretly wondered a million times what his kisses felt and tasted like and now she knew the answer. Paradise.

  On a low moan, Kris wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her hands into his silky black hair. He picked her up on a growl, slanting his mouth over hers again and again as he possessively branded her with his kisses.

  Carrying her to a remote, out of view table, he sat down on a padded thatched twig chair and set her atop him so that she straddled his lap.

  Both of them breathing heavily, he tore his mouth away from hers, his hands firmly clutching her buttocks. “Touch him,” he said hoarsely, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Unzip my pants and touch him.”

  Kris drew in a ragged breath to steady her breathing. Her breasts heaved up and down as she sat atop him divested of clothing and slicked down with coconut oil. She could still scarcely believe she was sitting naked in Jack McKenna’s lap. And that he wanted her to touch him.

  She hesitated for a few seconds, long enough to make herself feel as though she’d at least attempted to resist, but then her hands flew to his fly and began unzipping them. She could see how labored his breathing was—proof that he wanted her—and it made her all the more frantic to masturbate him. This man, her nemesis, had been the subject of more fantasies than even she could remember. And now at last she would know what the erect penis she had repeatedly fantasized about looked like.

  Her eyes narrowed in desire as she wrapped her hand around the thick length of him. He groaned at the contact, squeezing her buttocks with his palms and thrusting his hips up to grind his manhood against her hand.

  His cock was glorious. Unlike the medium-tan rest of him, his long penis was a light tan, ruby-red at the tip, and the thickest she’d ever seen. She ran a finger over the large vein that ran the length of it, pumping blood into his huge manhood. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice aroused.

  She heard him groan.

  “Touch him,” he told her thickly, his dark eyes narrowed in desire. “Make him cum, Krissy.”

  She decided she liked it when he called her by that name. It felt intimate and special…and it was a name no man had ever called her by but Jack.

  Wrapping her hand firmly around the base of his cock, she slowly began to masturbate him, for once reveling in the growling sounds he made instead of frowning at them.

  “Faster, baby,” he gritted out, perspiration dotting his brow. He brought his rough hands around the front of her and slowly slid the palms up and down her breasts, all over her swollen nipples. “Hard and fast,” he said thickly.

  She did as he’d ordered her to do, masturbating him hard and fast. The feel of his rock-hard, silky smooth penis in her hand was a turn-on, as was the feel of his palms grazing over her nipples.

  Her other hand reached between them and massaged the tight balls. She rolled them around between her fingers until he groaned.

  “Do you like that?” she murmured, feeling headily powerful as she pumped him with one hand and massaged him with the other. “Or do you need to sink it into my pussy?”

  Jack came on a loud groan, the mere mention of being inside of her sending him over the edge. He gritted his teeth as he violently spurted, leaning back against the chair and moaning when he watched her try to catch some of his hot semen with her mouth. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re gonna be a handful, sweetheart. But I like that.”

  Kris lapped up his salty sperm, loving that she at last knew what it tasted like. Later, she was certain she would freak out—later, when it dawned on her how wicked and brazen she had behaved with Jack McKenna—and with very little prompting on his part. But for now…

  She smiled when her face at last bobbed up into his line of vision. She swallowed the semen she had caught with her mouth in front of him, letting him watch the intimate, sensuous act.

  He gulped, his Adam’s apple working up and down. She grinned.

  “Witch,” he muttered. “Redheaded witch.” His gaze trailed down to the thatch of trimmed, dark red curls between her thighs. “All real and all mine while you’re here,” he murmured as he ran his fingers through it.

  She shivered, gasping when his thumb found her clit and began rubbing it. She held on to his shoulders as he intimately massaged her, her hips slowly undulating to get more friction.

  He rubbed her faster, brisker, causing her to moan.

  “Cum for me,” he said thickly, his thumb expertly rubbing the wet and swollen piece of female flesh. She gasped when two fingers on his other hand penetrated her, sinking deep into her pussy. “Ride me, baby,” he murmured.

  She groaned as she rode his fingers, fucking herself with them as fast as she could while he rubbed her clit, her heavy breasts bouncing up and down before him. She gasped when his mouth latched onto a nipple with a growl and frantically sucked on it.

  She rode his fingers faster and faster, bouncing up and down on top of them, her eyes closed while she moaned, her body screaming with the need to orgasm.

  His mouth sucked hard on her nipple, his fingers remained buried deep inside of her flesh, his thumb continued to firmly rub her clit.

  “Oh my god.”

  She gyrated her hips frantically as she burst, riding his fingers as fast as she could while she drenched his hand. He released her nipple with a popping sound, then sat back and watched her come, his dark eyes narrowed in arousal as he felt her vaginal muscles tremble around his fingers.

  When it was done, when she had come down from her orgasmic high, she could do nothing but breathe heavily and cling to him, his fingers still
buried possessively inside of her.

  He stroked her ass with his free hand, murmuring to her in his rough voice about what a good girl she’d been.

  Long moments later, when both of them were calm, Jack peeled her torso off of his so he could make eye contact with her. His dark eyes were serious, brooding. His drenched, calloused fingers left her vagina, then trailed up to play in her glistening triangle of dark red curls. “Don’t let another man on the island touch your cunt,” he warned her. “I mean it, Krissy. I couldn’t handle it.”

  Kris closed her eyes briefly and took a calming breath. “Jack…”

  “Don’t try to get me jealous,” he said softly. Too softly. “It’s called playing with fire, sweetheart. And you know what happens to bad girls who play with fire.”

  They get burned.

  The words hung there between them, unspoken.

  She sighed. “Jack, it’s not that I want to be with another man in particular on the island, but realistically, don’t you think we should stay away from each other? I mean, what happens when we return to the real world? The more that passes between us here, the weirder the situation will be.”

  He opened his mouth to speak, but she forestalled him when she gently pressed her palm to his lips. “Don’t do this,” she said almost desperately as she crawled out of his lap.

  This was just too much. She was tired and overwhelmed and confused and—

  Kris released his mouth as she rose to her feet. Her nostrils flared as she stood naked and defiant before him. “I won’t fall for you, Jack McKenna. I won’t do it!” She blew out a breath and shook her head slightly. “Please just stay away from me,” she whispered.

  And with that she turned around and fled from the tiki bar.

  His mouth agape, Jack watched her sweet ass walk quickly away from him. Until the moment she’d spoken the betraying words, he’d had no idea that Professor Prickly had been carrying around a flame for him that could rival the torch he’d been carrying around for her.

  One side of his mouth lifted in an awkward smile.

  Leave her alone?