Tempted

But Teagan was right there in her thoughts, refusing to leave.

That smile, that dimple. What was a grown-ass adult doing with a dimple in his cheek, anyway?

Dimples were for boy bands and babies.

Except there was nothing boyish about Teagan.

She groaned. All that hard, firm flesh...her fingers itched to touch.

Stop it.

Just stop.

She was tangled in knots, her thoughts couldn’t travel a straight line. It was the backup of sexual energy that had nowhere to go.

Harper looked at the showerhead and a thought came to her.

It’d been a fleeting spark of a thought but once it caught, a fire followed.

Leaning against the wall, she placed her foot on the tiny ledge that masqueraded as a seat and brought down the showerhead from its cradle. The water pressure was strong enough but not too strong.

Dare she say, just right?

Only one way to find out.

Closing her eyes, Harper brought the showerhead to her aching sex, nestling the pulsating jets against the swollen and ready nub between her folds.

Immediate pleasure flushed through her body as awareness flooded her senses. Harper gasped as she adjusted position, allowing for a better pulse, and squeezed her eyes shut when the violent threat of an immediate orgasm nearly stole the strength from her legs.

She was so close. Tantalizing close.

But she didn’t want to come just yet.

Harper wanted to savor the sweetness a little bit more.

Teagan.

His name floated from her thoughts and escaped through her parted lips as the pleasure mounted.

She ground the pulsing jets against her harder, relishing the pressure as her body began to shake.

Her thoughts were unruly, going unerringly straight to Teagan. Imagining what it would feel like to be pressed against him, his tongue inside her mouth, demanding everything from her, pushing her ever closer to that beautiful shattering moment.

Oh, God. She gasped, her free hand gripping the side of the shower as her knees wobbled.

Teagan...yesss!

Harper came hard. So hard that her toes curled into tight buds as her muscles clenched so violently that she might never wear heels again.

But it was worth it.

Dropping the showerhead from nerveless fingers, she sank to the floor, breathing hard.

The spray swung wildly and smacked her in the face, sending a wash of water straight up her nose as she struggled to get it under control.

Coughing, she rose on unsteady feet and replaced the showerhead in its cradle.

She’d made herself stupid with that orgasm.

Just thinking about Teagan had made her come.

So what would happen if she actually found herself skin to skin with the gorgeous man?

She might just spontaneously combust.

Harper chuckled weakly at her own joke and exhaled a long breath.

Well, at least she was relaxed now.

She eyed the showerhead as if it were a conspirator and said, “This is between me and you. No one else needs to know. Got it?”

Of course, the showerhead said nothing.

But somehow Harper felt better just saying the words out loud if only to pound the sentiment home to her stubborn subconscious.

She didn’t want Teagan.

She wanted...what was his name? Oh, that’s right, Teagan...no!

Stuart.

Stuart Money Bucks.

Think of those lovely millions and all the lovely ways you are going to spend it, she reminded herself, lathering up the body wash. So what if Stuart was old enough to be her grandfather and Teagan looked like sex on a stick. Money was the great equalizer.

That’s all she needed to remember.

* * *

THE ITINERARY FOR today was relaxed. A full day at sea as the Nautica sliced through the waters toward Mexico. There were a number of activities on the schedule if you were so inclined but mostly it was about relaxation and fun.

There were casinos and restaurants, spas, shopping and more food.

So much food! If Teagan came back with love handles, despite punishing himself at the gym, J.T. would never let him live it down.

His cell rang and he saw—speak of the devil—J.T. was calling.

“Hey,” Teagan answered. “You know this is going to cost me an arm and a leg.”