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  Charlotte stormed back towards the front desk, trying to maintain her anger, but she could not. She was not sure what made Erik Hanover so different than any other married man who had chased her over the years. Charlotte had a strict rule about engaging with attached men, but she had never felt the level of ire she was experiencing toward any other man. She had always brushed off their flirting and gone about her life.

  Yet she could not stop thinking about Erik Hanover.

  Just let it go, she told herself, following the beach toward the entrance. Charlotte realized she was far too furious to show her face back at the desk. She needed to calm down first.

  Pausing on a rock to collect herself, Charlotte glanced into the Atlantic. Some of the early-rising guests were starting to set sail for the day, and watching them glide across the glistening sea calmed her. In minutes, she had regained her composure and was ready to return to work, but as she rose, she saw a figure running out in her peripheral vision.

  As Charlotte turned to look, she realized it was Erik Hanover’s girlfriend, who then paused to glance behind her shoulder furtively as if she was worried about being followed.

  What is she doing? Charlotte wondered and before she could stop herself, she followed her to the far side of the beach where the five-thousand square-foot Palatial Cabin sat.

  The blonde pulled a fob from the depth of her small purse and used it to enter the cottage.

  That is where Lincoln Pembroke is staying.

  Charlotte ran toward the cottage, knowing that there was no way Erik’s girlfriend would have a fob unless someone had given her one, but she had to know what was going on

  She pressed herself low to the base of the cabin and crept along the side until the blonde came into view. She watched as the woman eagerly hurried toward the bedroom, but as Charlotte tried to look into the sleeping area, heavy shades had been placed over the wispy curtains that typically graced the rectangular windows. The manager could not see inside the bedroom, but it didn’t take much imagination to know what was going on.

  No wonder Pembroke doesn’t want to be disturbed all day. He’s got company.

  Her heart racing, Charlotte sat back against the house and wondered what to do next.

  What you should do is mind your own business, she told herself firmly, turning away. You should not even be here.

  Stealthily, Charlotte made her way back to reception, willing herself to forget what she had seen.

  What did you see? Charlotte asked herself. You saw nothing. You have no idea if the mistress of one of the wealthiest men in the world is cheating with a rock star, even if that is exactly what it looks like.

  But she could not shake the sense that she should forewarn Erik Hanover about the woman with whom he had connected himself.

  And if you do, will you be doing it because it’s the right thing to do or because you are hoping that it will open him up to being with you?

  “Where were you?” Erik demanded as Pearl joined him at the lunch table. She shrugged indifferently.

  “I went to check on Lincoln,” she replied and Erik felt himself growing angry.

  “Pearl, why are you ignoring my instructions?” he demanded. “You’re only endangering Lincoln.”

  “No one saw me,” she snapped. “Anyway, Lincoln is my problem. Why don’t you try to enjoy your vacation since you wanted it so badly?”

  “I’m trying, Pearl, dear, but if I am constantly worrying about you.”

  Her dark blue eyes narrowed and she sat back, staring at him pensively. “I would have thought that you would be focussing your attention on that beautiful girl who brought the champagne this morning.”

  Erik felt a tingle rise through him and his immediate reaction to deny it dissipated as he suddenly caught a glimpse of Charlotte enter the seaside restaurant.

  “She is something, isn’t she,” he murmured, his dark eyes following the manager’s every move. “It has been a long time since I felt anything like this.”

  “You should not let it pass you by, Erik. Who knows how long it will be until you feel it again?” Pearl replied, and he found himself nodding in agreement.

  “Yes,” he agreed, rising. “You are right.”

  Before he could make his move, Charlotte seemed to sense him and the two locked eyes from across the restaurant. He offered her a small wave and a smile, but to his surprise, her mouth pursed into a scowl, her gaze shifting to Pearl.

  She spun on her heel and stormed from the establishment, leaving both the Hanovers staring after her.

  “She’s not very friendly, is she?” Pearl commented. “Just your type.”

  She is just my type, Erik thought, his eyes boring into the spot where Charlotte had stood. And I will have her.

  Chapter 4

  Charlotte had the longest day of her life, a constant struggle between wanting to march up to Erik Hanover and tell him about his cheating girlfriend, and trying to hide away from seeing either of them. It seemed that no matter where she went, she ran into the two, and every time she did, she resisted the urge to scream at them both.

  You have got to get it together! This is not how you act. Maybe this job is finally getting to you.

  Yet Charlotte knew that was not what it was. She was harboring an attraction to Erik Hanover so deep, she could not believe it had manifested in mere hours, as if it was a virus that could not be contained.

  At dinner that night, she checked the reservations for Erik Hanover. He did not have any listed, but she noticed that Lincoln Pembroke had reserved a table at Délicieux, the French bistro. She vowed to pass by the establishment and see if he was dining alone that night.

  This is becoming an obsession. Are you going to last ten days with these people here?

  But no amount of rationale could stop her, and at eight-thirty that night, she found herself standing inside Délicieux, looking for the famous musician.

  He was not difficult to spot, already encased in a group of adoring fans, but as they parted, Charlotte felt her breath catch. The blonde was also seated at his table, watching the scene with slight amusement.

  Oh, she is brazen. Erik Hanover doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.

  Charlotte watched as Lincoln casually dismissed the people at the table with a charming smile and turned his full attention on the woman. The look that they exchanged was unmistakable. They were in love.

  A force that she could not see overtook Charlotte and she fled the restaurant in search of Erik Hanover.

  He needs to be told. I have to tell him, even if it costs me my job, I cannot let this shameless woman continue betraying him.

  The pounding on his door alarmed him slightly and Erik rushed toward the entranceway. He was startled to see Charlotte standing before him, her face a contorted mask of anger.

  “Mr. Hanover, I need to speak to you,” she told him with an urgency that caused his eyebrows to rise.

  “Sure, Charlotte,” he agreed, stepping back to allow her into the spacious cottage. “Is everything all right?”

  She paused, staring at him for a moment, taking in his dinner attire.

  “Are you going out?” she asked suddenly, her dark chocolate eyes registering some surprise.

  He nodded, confused by her question.

  “Yes, I am meeting Pearl for dinner.”

  She sighed heavily and shook her head.

  “Mr. Hanover,” she said solemnly. “You should sit down.”

  Erik’s back tensed and he drew toward her, concern lighting his stormy eyes.

  “What has happened to Pearl?” he demanded, seizing her arms. A slight glimmer of fear lit her eyes.

  “Nothing, sir, she’s fine,” Charlotte insisted. “She’s perfectly fine.”

  Erik relaxed slightly and released her arms.

  “What is it then?”

  “Mr. Hanover,” she started again but there was uncertainty in her voice. “I’m sorry to tell you this but Pearl…”

  “Pearl what?” Erik roared. “Wha
t is it?”

  “She’s having dinner with another man right now.”

  Erik stopped, Charlotte’s words reverberating through his mind.

  “What?” he finally asked. “What do you mean?”

  “She is currently seated inside Délicieux having dinner with Lincoln Pembroke. I’m sure you know who he is. I should mention that I also saw her entering his cottage today with her own key. Sir, I believe they are having an affair.”

  A low growl began to rumble through Erik, which ultimately erupted into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

  Charlotte’s face registered consternation, causing Erik to chortle harder.

  “I’m sorry,” she snapped, turning to leave. “I thought you might want to know what your girlfriend was doing. My mistake.”

  “Charlotte, wait!” he called, drawing close to her, and placing a hand on her arm. “Pearl is not my girlfriend.”

  Charlotte paused mid-step.

  “She’s not?” Charlotte whispered and Erik chuckled.

  “No,” he replied. “She’s family. She’s my sister.”

  Slowly, Charlotte turned and stared at him.

  She’s relieved. She wants me as badly as I want her, he realized, reading the hope in her face.

  “I am so embarrassed,” she muttered and Erik could see that was true.

  I have never been so aroused by a woman. She knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it, even risking her job to endear herself to me. I am right about her. She is meant to be with me.

  He yanked her close, their faces parallel.

  “Don’t be,” he told her. “You risked your job and potential embarrassment to protect me. It would have been so easy to just do nothing unconcerned with how I might be affected. But you put yourself out there for me. I have never wanted a woman as badly as I want you now.”

  He did not allow for her to respond, pressing his lips to hers and inhaling her deeply.

  Instantly, she melted into his arms and Erik scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom, and sat her atop a chest of drawers against the wall across from the bed. She stared at him eagerly as he bent down to kiss her passionately and trace the lines of her exquisite face toward her smooth neck with his hot eager mouth.

  She sighed, her hands unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chiselled chest and abs. He skilfully undid her blouse two buttons at a time as his mouth moved lower, tasting the tops of her full heaving bosom.

  Her back arched as she relished his warm wet kisses on her soft skin.

  Deftly, he pulled off her blouse with one hand as the other unclasped her black lace bra, freeing the voluptuous mounds it had been struggling to contain. He placed his hands against her flat stomach, and slid them up her nude torso until they eased into the hot creases between her body and the undersides of her impressive breasts. He lifted their soft weight up in the palms of his hands, marvelling at their beauty - two supple caramel orbs punctuated by mahogany nipples pointing to the heavens.

  With his mouth he lubricated her firm points, then kissed her passionately on the lips as his thumbs slowly traced wet circles around the outer edges of her areola causing the centers of her nipples to harden and protrude farther still. Taking one in his mouth, then the other, he resisted the urge to bite too hard as she leaned into his urgent breath. Erik knew he needed to steel himself against his overwhelming desire, but it had been so long since he had wanted another so deeply.

  She is the one, he told himself, his mouth reluctantly straying from the lusciousness of her breasts and toward her stomach.

  Without warning, Charlotte pulled his unbuttoned shirt from his body, leaned back against the wall, placed her feet on his taut bare chest, and quickly extended her smooth long legs outward. Erik allowed himself to be pushed away, peddling backwards until falling onto the large waiting bed.

  She bounded down from her perch, unzipped the back of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor revealing the entirety of her silky-smooth, tan body. Laying back propped up on his elbows, his lower legs hanging over the edge of the bed, Erik used the edge of the bedframe to quickly pull his shoes and socks off.

  She lifted her hands up and slowly ran her fingers through her hair, fully exposing her chest as she approached him patiently. His eyes were fixated on her heavy breasts bouncing subtly with each of her steps. Her eyes were transfixed on the bulge in his pants that grew larger with each of her steps.

  She knelt on the floor in front of him, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, then slowly unzipped them and slid them off.

  Beneath his tight, black boxer-briefs, the outline of his thick cock, extending from the center of his crotch, reached along his body to just under his hip-bone. She took hold of the thin dark material and slowly began to pull. As she did, a seam in the material caught on the ridge around the base of his swollen gland, clinging there as the rest of his underwear slid further down, until the seam pulled free, releasing his rigid member to spring forcefully to attention.

  She stared as she tossed the boxers aside. Given his height and stature, she had known it would be big. But this was more than she had anticipated. Looking at it, she was as nervous as she was lustful. Going to need lots of foreplay, she thought.

  She took hold of the base of his thick shaft with her left hand, and the tip of it with her right, and then licked and kissed up and down his full length repeatedly, covering as much of his hot smooth skin with her saliva as she could. Once his pulsing member was fully lubricated, she lifted her head, straightened her back, took her large soft breasts in her hands, and slid them down around his cock. She stared into his beautiful eyes as she squeezed his huge erection between her supple tits, then began gliding them up and down and around it, slowly at first, then little by little quickening her pace. The heat on her cleavage emanating from him was so intense she began to sweat, further lubricating her movements. Never breaking eye contact, she quickened her pace, hoping to soon feel his hot climax on her chest.

  But before she could make him cum, he brought his palms to his mouth, and then gently transferred the warm wetness therein to her lovely round nipples. Gently, he caressed and teased them, then, once they were fully engorged, he took them between his fingers, and began slowly pulling them towards him.

  His strong fingers pulling on her hard protruding nipples, and her supple breasts stroking his large, hard penis was all too much for her. She felt wetness dripping from between her legs, and suddenly she no longer wanted to feel him erupt on her chest; she wanted to feel it inside her.

  She climbed up him, preparing to straddle his waist, but his hands took holder under her thighs, and in an instant his powerful arms lifted her up and sat her down straddling his face. She felt his strong wet tongue tracing figure eights around her pulsing bud as his hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. Grabbing her rear firmer, up and down he moved her, sliding his tongue up into her and along her inner walls.

  As his tongue explored her delectable interior, her body shuddered in ecstasy. His hands gripping her bottom, rhythmically moving her up and down on his eager mouth, she arched her back, placed her hand on his broad chest, then slid it down his rippled abdomen searching for the object of her desire. Wrapping her small hand around as much of it as she could, she stroked firmly, climbed off his face, and into the center of the bed.

  Still grasping his cock, she readied herself on both knees and one hand, while her other hand guided him by his manhood over till he was kneeling behind her. She breathed deeply and brought his swollen wet tip to her tight dripping entrance.

  Slowly, her hand pulled him into her, each inch spreading her lower lips wider, and filling her more than she’d ever experienced, her body quivering from the sensation. Once she pulled him as deep into her as she could, she let go, placed both hands on the bed clenching the sheets, and began rocking her hips. Back and forth she moved, sliding her delicate opening from the tip of this thick erection to its hilt. Back and forth, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her
.

  He traced his left hand across the rounded fullness of her rear, around her left outer thigh, in along the crease at the top of her leg, until his fingers found her exquisite yearning nub, and began stroking it in firm continuous circles. His right hand reached down around her torso, across her chest, taking her left breast in his hand, his forearm pinning her other breast to her body. He squeezed her heavy hanging softness, pulling it down till her nipple grazed the bed’s silk sheets with each movement.

  Charlotte cried out, turning to look at him with huge, pleading eyes. Erik looked at her as if he could not stop himself, plunging fully into her until she screamed.

  He thrust into her deeply and forcefully while his hand stroked her swollen nub. As he quickened his pace, she silently willed him to finish with her, as he pushed harder inside.

  Charlotte’s shrieks reached feverish pitches, and as he began to spill his built-up seed into her, she felt herself gush against his fingers on her clit.

  The sound of his loud groans in her ear, the feel of his huge cock pulsing and growing larger inside her, coaxed even more from her endless fountain of climax.

  Still dripping, Erik withdrew himself from her and collapsed onto his back next to her.

  “That was unbelievable,” he gasped.

  Charlotte licked her lips and laid her nude glistening body onto his chest. She could feel its rise and fall but she did notice the absence of his heartbeat.

  She wrapped her arms around his torso and moaned gently in agreement, unable to muster any words.

  Chapter 5

  “Lincoln…”

  Lincoln put his fork down and looked at his lover’s face, fixated past his shoulder.

  He turned and looked at where Pearl stared, her face filled with tentative hope. Walking toward their table was Erik and the resort manager.

  “Erik, we have almost finished eating,” Pearl declared. “We got tired of waiting for you…but now I can see you had a good reason for being late.”