Wednesday Words: Willa’s Wish

Man, I am really off track blogging! It’s already Wednesday again!  Here’s a sexy excerpt from Willa’s Wish, a short story and the last in the Satyr’s Myst series, re-releasing Feb 11th. Enjoy!

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“You know I’m right. Just admit it.”

Sitting at his desk, Tyrone Bennett gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the tempting woman leaning over him. She tapped his computer monitor, the movement shifting her alluring scent so that with every inhalation, Ty breathed her in.

Trying to concentrate on anything but her, he glimpsed a note on his desk concerning the Newtons, some of the resort’s VIP guests. Another request for him. Those two were insatiable. Just another reason why he liked them.

Willa cleared her throat. As if she needed to do more than exist to have his attention.

“Don’t you have your own office?” He turned to face her, then quickly turned back, doing his level best to ignore the bountiful cleavage begging him to touch, to taste. He’d been working at the pleasure resort for five years, during which time he’d seen any and all forms of undress. So why the hell are her tiny bikini and sarong driving me insane? Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “Why are you bothering me with this?”

Willa Trainor smiled. Long, straight black hair framed a siren’s face. Her light gray eyes made him think of a feral wolf, one who would enjoy eating him whole. As usual, when thinking about Willa, the comparison turned carnal. He’d dreamed about those lips around his cock more times than he wanted to admit and tried to chalk up his prurient interest to the resort.

In Satyr’s Myst, a resort catering to sexual fantasy, anything went. Theoretically, there was absolutely no reason he shouldn’t take advantage of a fling with Willa. Only one — she hadn’t so much as hinted that she wanted him for sex. And two — she made him uneasy. Since she’d arrived on the damned island, she’d been a constant distraction. He had his hands full running the resort, now that Rick and his partners had decided to spend more time in the States. He didn’t have time to pursue a woman.

“Bothering you?” Willa repeated. “Ty, I’m wounded. I’m only here to help.”

“Yeah, well, you’re helping me to a migraine. You’re a pain in the ass,” he grumbled.

“I wish you’d be a pain in mine.”

“What?”

“I said you’re a pain in mine.” She huffed at a strand of hair that swept into her eyes. “Ty, if you read the screen, you’ll see that we have two guests booked for the same room next week. The new database will fix this problem. You don’t have the date groups aligned correctly.” She leaned close again, her cheek practically brushing his. “Look.”

As she proceeded to show him how to correctly read the data, Ty could do nothing more complicated than breathe. He wanted so badly to bend Willa over the desk and fuck her until she couldn’t walk that it alarmed him. This intense attraction to a virtual stranger made no sense.

She straightened up and looked down at him. “Ty, are you listening?”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah, yeah. I get it.” He’d have Jack show him what the hell she was talking about later. “Don’t you have somewhere you’d rather be? You worked through Christmas, and New Year’s is just a few days away. I have no problem with you taking time off.”

“Nope.” Willa gave him a pleasant smile. “I’m yours for the duration.”

That’s what I’m afraid of.

Willa’s Wish
coming Feb 11th