I guess it’s no surprise that Riley avoids me all morning.

She’s gone when I wake up, and she doesn’t show up at the dining room for breakfast. I rub my eyes as I have my first sip of coffee. I barely slept last night. I kept tossing and turning, thinking about that kiss.

My cock was rock hard as I kept picturing how soft her lips were, the feel of her hands on my chest, the sound of the little whimper that escaped from her throat when I pulled away. I spent hours trying to remember every detail of the moment from the roaring fire beside us to the way my heart was hammering in my chest.

It was perfect.

And then it all went to hell.

I’m still shaking my head over what happened. One minute she’s leaning into my kiss, sliding her sweet tongue across mine, moaning as I take her mouth, and then in one beat of a pounding heart, she snaps, yelling out accusations that I’m trying to play her and threatening me with a sexual harassment suit. I’m not worried about that one. Even if she tries to sue me, the judge will take one look at her beautiful face and smoking hot body and let me off the hook. Anyone who takes one look at her would know that I had no choice in the matter. How could I not sexually harass a girl like her?

“Where’s the wife?” Kara asks, smirking at me as she sits down at the table with a single slice of watermelon on her plate. That’s all she’s eating for breakfast.

“I don’t know,” I say, trying not to glance at her chest, but it’s hard with the way that she’s pressing her big tits together for me.

“Maybe she’s in my room,” she says, licking a finger, and then sliding it down her chest. “Want me to go help you find her?”

I glance over at Marv who’s bossing the breakfast chef around, yelling something about how omelets should have bacon in them. I must admit, he’s making some good points.

“So, I guess you’re feeling better?” I ask, grinning as she looks away in embarrassment. “Maybe if you eat a little more than a watermelon slice for breakfast your stomach can handle some more action.”

“There’s only one type of action that I’m interested in,” she says, giving me fuck-me eyes as she takes the pink piece of fruit and licks it from the bottom to the top without ever breaking eye contact.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans as she slides it between her glossy lips, sucking on it like a cock.

“You should have gotten a banana,” I say, peeling my eyes off her as I stand up. “It would have made a better visual.”

“I like it juicy,” she says, licking her fingers. “Our deal is still on, Dex. Why is she still here?”

I’ve suddenly lost my appetite as guilt takes my hunger’s place and makes my stomach harden. I should never have made that deal with her, and I’m about to tell her that when Marv walks over, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

“Can you believe this guy?” he asks with his shoulders tight. “He only put vegetables in my omelet!”

“The bastard,” I say, getting up from the table. I down my coffee and look at Kara. “I can find my wife by myself, thanks.”

“Your loss,” she says as I leave the room. I would have jumped at the chance to be alone with the stunning Hidden Pleasures model a few days ago, but I’m a married man now, even though my wife hates me and she refuses to give me any action. Yup, it certainly feels like I’m a married man.

I walk around the monstrous villa looking everywhere for Riley but I can’t find her anywhere. After I pass the twentieth expensive-looking painting, I walk outside, exploring the north side of the island. The waves are fierce up here, and I’m tempted to grab a surfboard and head into the water.

That idea quickly drains as the prince comes walking out of the ocean with a surfboard tucked under his arm.

“Good morning, Dex,” he says, waving to me as he approaches.

Shit. This is the last person I want to talk to.

“Did you think about my offer?” he asks, shaking the water out of his hair.

The look I give him makes him take a step back. “With all due respect, Dex,” he says, choosing his words carefully. “We’re both men who love women. So, let’s put any petty jealousy aside and do what we do best, enjoy the beautiful women at our disposal.”

At our disposal. He makes them sound like fucking ice cream cones. Lick ‘em and toss them aside when you’re done. But I guess I should expect that from a man who has a harem of sixty women at his disposal.

“Sixty of the most beautiful women on the planet,” he says, his eyes pleading with me. “All on their knees for you. What do you say?”

I step forward, gritting my teeth as I picture holding his head under the water until he sinks to the bottom of the ocean where he belongs.

“You can stick your offer up your royal ass,” I say, slowly spitting out every word. “With all due respect.”

“That’s too bad,” he says, looking disappointed. “Riley is quite the woman. I would have enjoyed having her warm my bed.”

Yeah, so would I.

I’ve had enough of this guy talking that way about my girl. Riley may not know it yet, but she’s my girl.

“If I ever hear you speak about my wife in that way again,” I say, glaring at him with cold hard eyes. My legs are planted in a fighting stance and my chest is thrust out like an alpha gorilla defending his territory. “I’ll rip your tongue out of your mouth.”

He lets out a heavy sigh as he walks over to the little hut and places his surfboard on the rack with the others. “I was afraid you were going to respond like that,” he says, running a hand through his wet hair. “But please. I beg you to reconsider.”

He points to a cluster of palm trees with a stone path snaking through them. “You should head down that path before you make your decision final,” he says. The way he’s smiling makes me think it’s a trap. “Truly see what you’ll be missing.”

Without another word, he grabs his towel and walks away, leaving me staring at the turbulent waves that are crashing onto the rocky shore.

I glance over at the path when he’s gone, wondering what is up there. After a minute, curiosity gets the better of me, and I’m quickly walking down the path. It takes about fifteen minutes of walking through tropical bush before I’m out on the other side of the island.

Oh.

I stop mid-stride when I see what the prince was talking about. I’m on top of a hill looking over a white sand beach on the north west-side of the island. There is a cluster of villas to my left, but I don’t even give them so much as a glance from my spot on the path because to the right are sixty stunning women frolicking in the sand. Most don’t have their bikini tops on, some have nothing on, but they’re all gorgeous.

So, this is where he hides them.

This is where the harem lives. They have villas, inground pools, a white sand beach with calm turquoise water, and a bar with unlimited drinks.

As I’m staring at a spectacular set of tits from a girl on the beach volleyball court, the magnitude of what Prince Kalib is offering hits me like a kick to my nuts.

Sixty women.

How can I turn that down?

By turning around and walking back down the path.

I listen to the voice inside my head for a change and run down the path before my other head makes me turn around and introduce myself to the ladies.

My frustration grows with every slap of my flip flops on the path. My chest is tight, my head is starting to ache, and I want to punch down a palm tree.

I don’t understand why this is happening, why I’m turning down this amazing opportunity.

But I know the answer. It’s because of Riley.

I don’t even like her, and she fucking hates me. So why is she the only thing I can think about?

Every time I consider going down to the beach to meet the ladies, I see her disapproving face, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

I’ve wanted to sleep with her since the moment I saw her, but this is different. This is getting beyond lust. I told her about dancing with my mother, and I’ve never told anyone that.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Am I falling in love with her?

* * *

I’m still amped up when I decide to take the plane out to blow off some steam. Flying planes always helps me focus and usually helps me work through a problem.

And believe me, falling in love with Riley is definitely a problem.

I was hoping to have a friends with benefits type of relationship with her when we first met, but this, this was never in the plans.

“There’s my girl,” I whisper when I see the plane parked on the beach where I left it. It’s tied to two stakes dug into the white sand.

All of the stress, worry, and anxiety that I’ve been feeling in the past half hour just drift away with the breeze when I see my other girl inside the plane.

Riley is sitting in the pilot’s seat, looking more beautiful than ever. Her brown hair is finally tamed under the headset as she looks over the checklist card. Her succulent lips are moving as she reads, her hands hovering over the instrument panel, pretending to push buttons and flick switches.

She’s so focused on what she’s doing that she doesn’t notice me approaching. It doesn’t help that I’m sneaking over, hoping to scare her.

“Ahh!” she screams when I knock on the window, popping up out of nowhere.

She turns to me with a scowl on her face as she clutches her chest, her heart probably pounding away. “What?” she snaps, not even bothering to open the window.

Something tells me that if she had a pilot’s license, she would be taking off right now, desperate to get away from me.

“Are you stealing my plane?”

She huffs out a breath and then rolls her eyes before rolling down the window. “I was just practicing the safety checks.”

“It’s against FAA regulations to sit in a Captain’s seat without a licensed pilot observing,” I say, pulling a Riley and throwing the rulebook in her face.

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” she says, turning red as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “I shouldn’t be here.”

She tries to open the door, but I hold it closed.

“It’s okay,” I say, giving her a real smile. I was just trying to bug her. I didn’t want her to actually feel bad. “I’m a licensed pilot and I’m observing. Pretend like I’m not here.”

“That’s impossible,” she says, her adorable little ears turning red as she looks down in her lap. “Especially after the disaster last night.”

“Disaster?” I say, jerking my head back. Does she think that kissing me was a disaster? “I had a great time last night.”

“You did?” she asks, turning to me with raised eyebrows.

I nod. “Didn’t you?”

She takes a deep breath, looking too uncomfortable to answer. I decide to save her and change the subject. I know she had a good time no matter what she thinks she thinks.

“You really like planes, don’t you?” I say, peeking past her to the notes on the passenger’s seat. There are at least six notebooks packed with multi-colored post-it notes sticking out everywhere.

The redness in her face starts to disappear as she looks at me with excited eyes. “I love planes. I’ve been wanting to be a pilot since I was old enough to point at the planes in the sky.”

“Have you had any training?”

“No,” she says, shaking her head. “I mean, I’m self-taught. I’ve read every pilot textbook about ten times each, and I’ve clocked over three hundred hours on my flight simulator on my computer, but that’s it.”

“That’s it?” I ask with a chuckle. “Shit, that’s more than most graduates have done.”

“Yeah, but they’ve actually flown a plane,” she says, looking down at the yoke in her hands. “I haven’t.”

“So, let’s go,” I say, slapping the side of the plane. “The keys are under the seat.”

She looks so shocked as I duck under the wing and walk around the back to the passenger’s side, untying the ropes as I go. Her mouth is hanging open as I open the door and slip inside.

“We can’t!” she says, swallowing hard as she looks around. “This is against so many regulations. It’s breaking rules, and laws!”

“That’s what makes it so good,” I say, grinning at her.

But she refuses. She may have loosened up a little since she met me, but she still has a long way to go before she’s breaking laws by flying airplanes without a license. We’ll get there one day.

After a few minutes of arguing, I’m in the pilot’s seat and she’s in the passenger’s seat watching.

“Okay,” I say through the headsets. “Tell me what to do.”

She’s gripping the laminated checklist so hard that it’s bending under her fingertips. “Check that the circuit breakers are in.”

I nod. “Check it.”

She does and then looks at the shaking checklist in her hands, although I don’t think she even needs it. She probably has every item memorized. “Make sure the avionics power switch is off.”

“Is it?”

She nods. She has a smile on her face that cannot be contained as she bounces her knee up and down with excitement. “Yes.”

I watch her as she goes over the checklist, making sure everything is ready before I start the engine. When it is, I jump out of the plane and push it into the water, jumping back in before it floats away without me.

I let her start the engine, and she looks thrilled as the propeller starts spinning.

She watches me like a hawk as I taxi the plane out into the open water, and I watch her like a hawk when she reaches into the back to grab the GPS off the back seat. Fuck, she’s hot.

Ten minutes later, we’re in the sky, circling around Prince Kalib’s private island and heading out to sea.

“Should we just leave and never come back?” I ask through the headsets when the island is safely behind us.

Her little laugh gets my heart pumping. “I hate Kara, and Marv is no treasure, but even I wouldn’t do that to them. They all look so miserable there.”

“They’re miserable everywhere.” Wait until she sees how much Kara likes Mongolia. I decide to not ruin the moment by bringing that up.

She married him for his money and he married her because she was the only Hidden Pleasures model who would talk to him. They’re not exactly a model of a happy marriage.

“How’s our altitude?” I ask, changing the subject to something that will get a smile on her beautiful face.

She leans over me to take a look at the instrument panel. The fruity smell of her hair is making my heart pound as fast as the engine.

“Low,” she says with her gorgeous face wrinkled up in concentration.

“How do we fix it?”

“Pull the yoke up,” she says, looking like she’s loving every minute of this. If I’m being honest, so am I.

“You do it.”

“I can’t,” she says, looking at me with confusion in her bright green eyes.

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t reach it.”

I hold the yoke with my left hand and tap my thigh with my right. “Come on over,” I say, trying to hide my grin. “You’re driving.”

Her face reddens as she looks down at my legs. “Where do I sit?”

“On my lap.”

She bites her bottom lip as she thinks about it, and the sight is so sexy that I’m glad she’s not on me already or else she would be feeling my parking brake against her ass.

“That would be inappropriate.” She has barely taken a breath since I brought it up.

“We’re already way beyond inappropriate,” I say, tapping my lap again. “You want to fly a plane or not?”

After a few seconds of hesitation, she takes off her seatbelt and is climbing over. I can’t believe that actually worked.

I hold my breath as she straddles me in a reverse cowgirl, lowering her perfect ass onto my lap. Her soft brown hair tickles my face as she takes control of the airplane and I try to take control of my excited body. Don’t get a boner. Don’t get a boner.

She’ll insist on riding home in the back seat if she feels me go hard against her, and I want to keep her right where she is.

I’m so distracted by the beautiful curve of her ass on me and my heart that’s pounding furiously in my chest that I completely forget about flying the plane. Luckily, she knows what she’s doing.

Riley is smiling wide as she holds onto the yoke, steering the plane perfectly. “This is incredible,” she gasps as she dips left then right, testing out the controls. “I’m actually flying! I can’t believe it!”

“You’re actually sitting on my lap,” I answer. “I can’t believe that!”

“Shut up!” she says, playfully swatting me. “Even you can’t ruin this moment for me.”

“I wouldn’t want to.” She smiles as I rest my chin on her shoulder, watching the gorgeous Caribbean scenery in front of us.

“Can I go higher?” she asks, turning to me with a beautiful smile on her face.

“You’re the pilot,” I answer. “You can go wherever you want to.”

A second later, she hits full power without me having to tell her, and she tilts the plane. I swallow a groan as her round ass presses ever harder against me as the plane climbs into the air. “Good,” I say in a raspy voice when we straighten back out, high above the clouds now. “Did you check your—”

“Airspeed? Yup.”

She’s good. As much as I would hate to admit it, she would make an excellent pilot. Her attention to detail, insistence on following every single rule, and quick reaction speed are all excellent traits for a pilot to have.

We spend the next hour flying around like this with her on my lap. She’s enjoying finally getting to fly an airplane, and I’m enjoying finally getting to touch her ass without getting smacked.

“I think it’s time to turn back,” I say when I look at the fuel gauge.

“So soon?” she asks, looking disappointed as she looks at me over her shoulder.

“We’re getting low on fuel,” I say. “And my legs have been asleep for the past twenty minutes.”

“Oops!” she says, trying to climb off me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I say, holding her in place. I’m not ready for her to leave.

She’s turned in an awkward angle, her face hovering over mine. I take the yoke with my left hand and hold the plane steady as our eyes connect, heated desire passing between us. Her lips part as her face goes still and her cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.

Our eyes are locked on each other like we’re hypnotized and unable to look away. My hand drifts up to her neck, and I cradle the back as I gently pull her toward me. She offers no resistance except for a little moan as our lips come together once again.

We’re kissing with a greed and hunger that was missing last night. Her hands are all over me, grabbing and pulling as I position her back on my lap. She straddles me as she cups my cheeks and plunges her tongue down my throat.

I’m so hard. She starts grinding against me, and it’s pure fucking torture, but I have to pull my mouth away from hers to make sure the plane isn’t flying upside down. After a quick check of the instrument panel, our mouths come back together in a desperate crush of lips.

Our tongues are tangled as our bodies melt into each other. I have one hand on the yoke and the other is clumsily trying to undo the buttons of her shirt. She smacks my hand away as she pulls her mouth away from mine, her lips and mouth red from my scratchy beard.

She looks at me with pure lust on her face as she quickly undoes her buttons, staring at me under her lush, dark lashes.

I take one last glimpse at the instrument panel as she undoes the last button of her shirt. She rips it open, and the sight of her on my lap with only a white lacy bra covering her tits is enough to make my dick ache with need.

She grinds her jean-covered pussy on my erection as my mouth devours the tops of her breasts. I tug her bra down and groan as I take a hard, pink nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Her tits are even more perfect than I had imagined, and I suck, lick, and nibble them until her eyes are closed and she’s panting like she’s about to come.

The soft noises she’s making through my headset are driving me crazy, making me forget all about reality-which is not a good thing when you’re flying a plane.

She reaches down and is desperately trying to unbutton my shorts, but there’s more body than room in the small plane, and she can’t maneuver in a way that gives her access. I grab her hips and try to move her so I can unbutton my shorts but when I do, she leans back and hits the yoke.

My stomach flies up to my throat as the ground falls from under us and we plummet.

“SHIT!” I shout as she flies off of me, slamming into the windshield with a thud. She screams as she looks back at the view behind her which is all ocean as we nosedive toward the water like a missile.

My heart is going so fast that it’s about to explode as I try to regain control of the plane. We start spinning as the plane engine stalls, and no matter what I try, I can’t get it started again.

I gulp as I look at Riley who is plastered against the windshield, screaming like a madwoman. The ocean behind her is getting really close, really fast.

At least I get to stare at those beautiful tits as I die.