Page 66 of An Epic Voyage

He wanted to chastise her like she’d done to him when he described their coupling as “good,” but he was the fast engine on a Thrust SSC.Nothing could stop him as he flipped her onto her back, slid his hands beneath her legs to hold her open to him, and drove into her again and again and again.

Her inner muscles gripped him tightly as her head thrashed from side to side.Her hands clutched the sheets, bunching them around her body.He couldn’t hold back any longer.The orgasm that steamrolled over him stole his breath, sight, sound, and strength.He collapsed against her, breathing like a racehorse rounding the last curve at Churchill Downs.He wasn’t sure he’d be able to move.

Somehow, he did so he could kiss her.She mewled when he rolled off her but gasped when he slid his hands beneath her and moved the party to the shower, where they proceeded to lather each other up and go for round four.

Thanks to the billionaire’s resources, the hot water never ran out.

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Indigo didn’t recognizeherself.She’d never been controlled by her hormones before.A few days around Griffin Decker and she was a nymphomaniac.Correction.Griffin had turned her into one.

Chelsea and Piper would be floored at the transformation.Indy was the practical one, always focused on the task at hand.Chelsea was a romantic and Piper a dreamer.Indy was the one with two solid feet on the ground.Logic, reason, and practicality were her trademarks.

Not anymore.Griffin had given her wings.

Indy rolled her eyes so hard at herself that she almost toppled over.Next thing she knew, she’d be sitting down with a notebook and pen, waxing poetic.

There once was a man named Griff

Whose neck I love to sniff

And oh, what a bod

He makes love like a Greek god

If not for him, I’d have fallen off a cliff.

Oh,good grief,was she now composing limericks in her head?And not very good ones at that.What was wrong with her?She’d never been one to pine over a man.

Time to refocus.

Instead of choosing one of the sundresses she’d worn in her role as Jinger’s beautician, she selected a pair of tactical pants with several pockets for weapons and assorted items, and a long-sleeved shirt.She almost laughed when she saw Griffin dressed the same.

“How much have you searched?”

In other words, how long had he been knocked out?The answer was not long enough.She pointed.“These two walls.I was starting on the floor but was rudely interrupted.”

He grinned, and Indy sighed.Man, those dimples.

They set about checking the bunker.Indigo took one side, and Griffin started on the other.They ran their hands along the walls, moved furniture, and lifted rugs.It was exhausting work, but failure wasn’t an option.

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They’d been searchingfor hours, stopping only for lunch to fuel their bodies.They had found nothing.Griffin was starting to wonder if they were on a wild goose chase.

The panic room seemed like the safest place to stash the loot, but maybe they were on the wrong track.There could be a bunker anywhere on the island.If Griffin hadn’t known about this room, he’d never have found it on his own.Who was to say there weren’t more like it out there somewhere?

“Griffin.”

“Hum?”

“Look.”

He stood and turned to see Indigo staring at the wall of monitors.He walked over and stopped beside her.The hurricane had arrived.

They stood in stunned silence as palm trees were uprooted and sent twisting in the air like pinwheels.Terracotta roof tiles and wood swirled, mingling with bushes, flowers, and other parts of the landscaping.One screen went dark, followed by two more.In a surreal moment, a dolphin from the water fountain took flight before crashing to the ground and shattering.There went the roof.

“My God,” Indigo breathed.“It’s annihilating the place.”