Bird of Paradise

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55410-167-2

Page :254

Word Count :63500

Publication Date :2010-08-19

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Available Formats : Bird of Paradise (pdf) , Bird of Paradise (prc) , Bird of Paradise (epub) , Bird of Paradise (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-167-2

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Marvel certainly hadn't counted on falling head over heels for a man she never liked…

Marvel and Jack have a problem. They both claim ownership of Bird Of Paradise Helicopters, the Hawaiian sight-seeing outfit their fathers formed as a partnership 15 years ago. Now, both fathers are dead and the company has been left to Marvel in her father's will after the supposed break up of the partnership. She's looking forward to running the company her way…with snazzy new paint jobs and all female pilots dressed in Hawaiian printed sarongs. But she hadn't counted on Jack coming back. She hadn't counted on him being angry about everything, including the claim he says he has to the company…something about his highly diluted and extremely doubtful ancestral connection to Hawaiian royalty. And Marvel certainly hadn't counted on falling head over heels for this man she's never particularly liked!

His cock would stand no more.

Thrusting, searching, already leaking the very first of its smooth and steaming essence into the cone of her grasping and greedy fingers, it demanded to have her. Demanded to possess her now!

Brushing her hand away with an impatient gesture, Jack took a single step forward. A single, eternal step, and then he plunged into her with equal impatience. Plunged deeper than deep, the single gesture a ravishing and proprietary one as his entire swollen and struggling length rammed into her not exactly smoothly, but with astonishing ease. As if she'd been custom-built expressly to receive him. And only him.

Marvel offered no resistance. Not in that very first moment.

Her body, her long and silken channel, lay wide open to him in the instant when he entered. But then it closed. Around him. Closed tight. Closed hot, and wet, closed completely enough to induce claustrophobia, if he'd been the claustrophobic type.

Every muscle in her body contracted around him in one enormous, violently quivering and shaking, on completely desperate spasm.

She closed around him. The smooth snugness of flesh already wet grew even wetter. Grew potently, perfectly wet. And deep down inside himself, deep down in the balls that hung distended, engorged with fluid that continued to build and build and build long after his body's capacity to produce it should have run out, he felt the first flicker of the fire that would eventually consume.

Buried in her, the tightness that was her jammed tightly against the super-sensitized flesh surrounding the base of his now-lost cock, the frantic pulsing of her heart evident in every part and parcel of her, Jack felt the pressure of his own body soar. Felt a hot and searing flash of pure, unadulterated suffering as something shattered deep inside. As the resulting scalding moisture began to wend its torturous and all-too-treacherous way out of him.