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U nbelievable!

All day, Dani had felt on edge. Despite her pep-talk, every look, every interaction with Zack had tested her resolve and the knowledge that he wasn’t married burned in her brain, frying every neuron wired for good sense. He’d lied to keep her at arm’s length. She needed to remember that.

Still, she’d come home with one single goal in mind; to take the edge off the insatiable desire that had consumed her all day.

She’d come home to BOB, refusing to admit how lonely and pathetic that might be, and instead consoled herself with how reliable he was. How he could be depended on to provide a perfectly satisfying orgasm without any of the heartache and disappointment that went with a real live man.

But right now, BOB appeared to be mocking her. She’d stripped out of her office clothes, laid down on the cool sheets of her bed… and nothing.

She’d even changed the batteries.

Frustrated, Dani tossed the useless vibrator aside and flopped back onto her pillow with an exasperated groan. Her body thrummed with unfulfilled need, every nerve ending hypersensitive. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking friction, but it only intensified the ache between her legs.

Memories of Zack's strong hands and piercing gaze flashed through her mind. She could almost feel the ghost of his touch on her skin, hear his deep voice murmuring in her ear. Dani shook her head, trying to banish the thoughts. He was her ex for a reason. She didn't need him or any other man.

But as her fingers drifted down her body of their own accord, skimming over her breasts and stomach, Dani couldn't help imagining they were Zack's.

She bit her lip, torn between giving in to the fantasy and maintaining her pride.

The throbbing between her thighs made the decision for her.

With a resigned sigh, she slid her hand lower, closing her eyes as she began to stroke herself.

Her fingers moved in slow, teasing circles, building the tension that had been simmering all day.

Dani imagined Zack's calloused hands on her body, his lips trailing hot kisses down her neck. They’d been so good together.

So perfectly in tune. A soft moan escaped her as she increased the pressure and speed of her strokes.

But it wasn't enough. No matter how she touched herself, she couldn't reach that elusive peak. Frustration mounted as her body refused to cooperate. She needed more - more pressure, more friction, more... something.

With a growl of annoyance, Dani sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Maybe a cold shower would douse this maddening arousal. As she stood, her gaze fell on her phone sitting on the nightstand. An idea - a dangerous, reckless idea - flashed through her mind.

Her hand hovered over the device as she warred with herself. It would be so easy to call him, to invite him over. To let him satisfy this craving in ways her own touch never could.

"No," Dani muttered, clenching her fists. She wouldn't give Zack the satisfaction. Wouldn't give in to temptation so easily. She was stronger than that.

But as she turned away from the phone, a wave of loneliness washed over her. The emptiness of her cabana seemed to mock her resolve. Dani wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling small and vulnerable.

"This is ridiculous," she muttered, pacing the length of her bedroom. Her skin still tingled with arousal, her body wound tight as a spring. She needed release, needed to feel something other than this maddening frustration.

Before she could second-guess herself, Dani strode to her closet and yanked out a slinky black dress.

If she couldn't trust herself around Zack, she'd find distraction elsewhere.

The resort was always bustling with attractive, willing partners.

Surely, she could find someone to scratch this itch without the complication of feelings.

Even she could admit men were sometimes necessary when it came to sex. Not often, but sometimes.

As she slipped into the dress, Dani tried to ignore the voice in her head reminding her that no one had ever made her feel the way Zack did. No one else knew her body as intimately or had ever been able to read her desires with a single glance.

"Stop it," she hissed, smoothing the dress over her ample curves. She applied a coat of bold red lipstick, the color a vivid compliment to her olive skin. She refused to think about how good it would look rimmed around Zack’s cock. Nope, not going there.

With a final glance in the mirror, Dani grabbed her clutch and headed for the door. What she didn’t expect was to barrel headfirst into a solid wall of muscle.

Strong hands gripped her arms, steadying her. Dani's breath caught as a familiar scent enveloped her - a heady mix of sandalwood and pure male that could only belong to one man.

"Going somewhere?" Zack's deep voice rumbled through her, igniting every nerve ending.

Dani's eyes travelled up the broad expanse of his chest to meet his piercing gaze. Her mouth went dry at the barely restrained hunger she saw there.

"I... what are you doing here?" she managed to stammer, acutely aware of how close they were standing, of his hands still on her arms.

Zack's eyes raked over her, lingering on the way the dress clung to her curves. "I think the better question is, where were you going, dressed like that?"

There was a dangerous edge to his voice that sent a shiver down Dani's spine. She lifted her chin defiantly, refusing to be cowed.

"Out," she said simply. "Now if you'll excuse me..."

She tried to step around him, but Zack's grip tightened, pulling her flush against his body. Dani gasped at the contact, her body instantly reacting to his proximity. She could feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint traces of his cologne mixed with something uniquely Zack.

"Let go of me," she said, but there was no real force behind the words. Her traitorous body leaned into him, craving more contact.

Zack's eyes darkened as he gazed down at her, one hand sliding to the small of her back while the other cupped her face. "You know I can't do that, Dani," he murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Not when we’ve both been radiating lust all day long. Not when you're looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Dani breathed, her resolve crumbling with each passing second.

"Like you want me to fuck you against this door."

A whimper escaped her at his blunt words. God, she'd missed this - missed him. The way he could set her body on fire with just a look, a touch.

"Tell me to leave," Zack said, his lips brushing her ear. "Tell me you don't want this, and I'll go."

Dani knew she should. Knew she should push him away, stick to her resolve.

But the feeling of his body against hers, the promise of pleasure in his eyes, the knowledge that he wasn’t married , was too much to resist. With a soft moan of surrender, Dani pressed herself closer, tilting her head up in silent invitation.

It was just sex, she told herself. Awesome, kinky, amazing sex.

The best she’d ever had. She’d had that with him for an entire year; she could do it again for the short time he was on the island.

No harm, no foul. Just two kinky people scening together.

Better the devil she knew, surely? And she did know how good he was when it came to orgasms.

Zack needed no further encouragement. His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and demanding. Dani melted into the kiss, her arms winding around his neck as she opened to him. Their tongues tangled in a sensual dance, rekindling the fire that had always burned so brightly between them.

Without breaking the kiss, Zack maneuvered them fully into the cabana, kicking the door shut behind him. His hands roamed her body, like he was desperately relearning every curve and dip. When he cupped her breasts through the thin material of her dress, Dani arched into his touch with a gasp.

"God, I've missed you," Zack growled against her lips as he ground his hardness into her softness. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck, finding that sensitive spot just below her ear that always drove her wild.

She could totally do this, Dani told herself once again. She could take everything Zack wanted to give her, enjoy him to the full. And then he’d be gone so she wouldn't have to worry about things getting out of hand.

That’s what she told herself anyway. And right now, the way he was making her feel, she couldn’t bring herself to care about the little whisper inside her head advocating caution.