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  shae york

  Copyright © 2019 by SHAE YORK

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locations is entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  My life took a very unexpected turn, but I’m dealing with it. Being orphaned at twenty sounded odd. When I thought of an orphan I’d think of a little kid, not a man like me.

  Everything was great in my junior year of college. I had it all going for me—popular with the ladies, made good grades, and didn’t have a care in the world beyond my classes. I’d been studying to become a physical therapist, but that came to a grinding halt as soon as I lost my parents. I realized once I used the insurance money to cover my tuition, I wouldn’t have anything left.

  My college advisor tried to get me to stay and apply for grants, but instead, I decided to get licensed in massage therapy. My parents did own their apartment, so at least I had a home. The place was plenty big with three bedrooms in a nice neighborhood.

  However, the thought of living there while feeling their absence wasn’t one that appealed to me. I needed a distraction. That was the day I packed up my shit, took some of the cash I had, and went to the Caribbean for a much needed extended break.

  Once I got to the tropical island, I checked into a resort that I planned on staying in for a week. It was a nicer place than I’d ever been too before, but I deserved it. I figured if it became too costly, I’d move to a lower end hotel, if even for a short while.

  I threw on my swim trunks and headed outside for some much-needed vitamin D. Humid ocean air created an instant sheen on my skin. The palm trees lining the path to the glorious pool created the perfect shady canopy. With a fluffy towel in hand, I began to peruse the chaise lounges and the scantily clad women lying on them. Once I found the perfect spot, between a gorgeous brunette and a voluptuous bottle-blonde, I covered my chair, put in my headphones and kicked back to my favorite playlist.

  A couple of tracks later, a sweet voice penetrated the music playing in my ears. “Excuse me.”

  When I opened my eyes the blonde who’d been lying next to me was now standing holding a bottle of suntan lotion in my direction.

  “What can I do for you?” I smirked and raised my brows thinking I knew exactly what I could do for her

  “Hi, sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing my back.” She handed me the bottle before I could deny her.

  “Sure... I’d be happy to help.” I took the lotion and motioned her to sit on the cushioned lounger. ”I’m Aiden, by the way.”

  “Victoria,” she said with an acute sexy as fuck accent.

  She laid down on her stomach and reached around her back to pull on the string of her bikini top. Giving me complete access to her toned and tight sun-kissed skin. I flipped open the cap, squirted lotion on my palm, set the bottle down, and rubbed my hands together.

  “This may be a bit cold.” I began to massage her back working the cream into her muscles causing her to moan in delight.

  “Wow, Aiden that feels wonderful,” she purred. “You have incredible hands.”

  I continued up her back to her shoulders and down her arms to her fingertips. “Would you like me to do your legs?”

  “Oh, yes. Are you a masseuse, because you rival the ones around here and I should know, I think I’ve had them all.”

  I smiled, not that she could see me, knowing I hadn’t lost my touch. I caressed the rest of her body, coating her until she shimmered in the sun, and flipped the cap of the bottle closed before setting it down on the small table.

  “Yes. I also studied physical therapy. Rather than complete my studies, I decided to acquire a license to be a masseuse.” I wiped my hand on a small towel that was lying on the ground next to her. “You’re all set and covered in SPF Victoria.”

  She released a contented sigh and after a few minutes of silence passed between us, she asked, “So, where are you from, Aiden, and what brings you here?”

  “Chicago.” Not wanting to tell a complete stranger my business, I then added, “I just needed some fun in the sun.”

  “Small world... I have many great friends in Chicago. My ex-husband had several business dealings there.” I imagined a slew of other attractive, lonely, sexually neglected wives all needing the same attention.

  Getting back to my relaxation, I once again, laid back on my chair, put on my sunglasses, closed my eyes, and dozed off relishing in the warmth of the Caribbean. A while later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Forced to squint from the sunlight, I raised my glasses to find Victoria and a man in a suit hovering above me. It was hot as balls out there, how was the man not sweating?

  Curious to know who he was, I waited for them to fill me in. She had said her ex-husband knew people in Chicago. It never dawned on me she could have remarried.

  “Aiden, I’d like you to meet Clyde Henderson. He’s the manager of the resort.” She turned to Clyde. “This is the man I told you about. Aiden?”

  “Webster,” I filled in.

  Fuck. What was going on? “Good to meet you, Mr. Henderson.” Although relieved, it wasn’t a disgruntled spouse, I was still confused. “I’m sorry, but I feel as though I’m at a disadvantage.”

  His arm extended toward me and we shook hands. “Victoria tells me I’d be remiss if I didn’t come here and talk to you. We are down a masseur and my guest has told me how good you are and about your college background.”

  I cocked my head to the side and stood up. Victoria’s eyes raked over my body and she licked her lips.

  “Sir, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t live here.”

  He nodded with a smile. “Then maybe you’d like to spend some time on our beautiful island until we are able to find a full-time replacement?” Living there for a while sounded like something I could definitely get into. “As far as your living arrangements, we have cabanas for some of our employees,” he went on to say. “You’re welcome to stay in one if you’d like the job. How long are your current reservations?”

  “One week.”

  “You can start after that and stay as long as you’d like. We can work out the details later.”

  I glanced at Victoria who continued to devour me with her chocolate eyes.

  After letting out a breath, I quickly contemplated what he’d said and decided I had nothing to lose or to hurry back to. “Okay, then it appears that you have a new temporary employee. Thank you.”

  Victoria sipped her fruity umbrella-topped drink as I once again shook Mr. Henderson’s hand to seal the deal. “Welcome to The Punta Paradise Resort and Spa. I’ll have the necessary paperwork sent to your room,” he said with a smile and walked away from us.

  “This is so great. I’ve been spending weeks at a time here since my divorce. That’s how I found this place.” Victoria placed her hand on my arm and pulled me down to sit next to her.

  Playing it cool, I adde
d, “You’re too beautiful to be single.”

  A wave of her hand back and forth meant she’d heard that line before. “I’ve been unattached for years.” She looked to her left. “See that redhead in the purple bathing suit?” I nodded. “That’s Barbara, she got divorced last weekend and that woman next to her, Jennifer, her marriage ended the day before yesterday.”

  I noticed there weren’t too many guys around. “Did their husbands sign the papers and leave?”

  “Oh no, honey. Women get their ex to sign the papers before they come.” She smiled and tossed her arms in the air. “This is the land of quickie divorces. Believe me, you’re going to make a fortune here.”

  “Well, I don’t know about that, but it’d be nice to make some money.”

  “Sweetheart, these women get massages more often than manicures. You’ll be padding your bank account in no time.”

  Chapter 2

  It was my second week of work at the resort. Between new guests and repeat clients, my days have been very steady. The spa’s receptionist let me know that Victoria had just checked in. Taking a moment to let her get ready, I waited before giving the door a couple of soft knocks.

  When I entered the room, Victoria laid face down on the massage table, but the white sheet that’s used to modestly cover my clients was folded at her feet. She was completely bare. Her head resting comfortably on the circular headrest and her hands gripped the cushion on each side of her face.

  “Victoria?” I stood beside her and stared. Her body was immaculate and her skin was bronzed by the days she’d spent soaking in the sun. She had a perfectly pert curved ass and the two dimples on her lower back were sexy as fuck.

  She let out a sigh. “Aiden, I need to feel your hands today. I mean really feel them.” Her head rose and she leveled me with pleading eyes that begged for me to comply. Immediately, I knew she hoped for more than an everyday massage. Derek Donovan, a good friend of mine who fucked for money always told me needy women were in abundance. He claimed that I could easily pad my bank account with the cash they’d pay to get off. Apparently, he spoke the truth.

  Soft music that filtered through the speakers combined with gentle lighting created the perfect ambiance to relax in. I grabbed the lavender scented oil from the warmer and squirted a generous amount on my left palm before rubbing my hands together. “Relax, Victoria.”

  “Mmm, I will.” As I began to run oiled hands over her back she added, “I haven’t had sex in weeks.”

  Not sure what to do with that forthcoming information, I kept silent. Personally, going one week without sex left me with blue balls and turning to my hand for relief. I couldn’t imagine weeks without having sex with a partner.

  The sweet smile contradicted how her eyes darkened with desire. She placed her head back in the headrest and exhaled. While facing her feet, I watched her spine slowly rise with her intake of air. Starting with her right foot, I massaged her arch with my thumbs then worked my way to her toes giving each individual digit attention. I moved around to the side of the table and rested her foot on my right shoulder as I continued down to her calf muscle. Strung as tight as a guitar string, I applied more pressure from the back of her knee to her ankle with each stroke becoming stronger as time passed.

  Next was her thigh, I leaned over the table and glided the tips of my fingers up and down each side of her upper leg. When I got close to her pussy, her ass shifted and she let out a moan. This was exactly what she needed. My professionalism wavered as I continued my ministrations, but when she spread her legs a bit more, giving me a perfect view of the way her bare lips glistened from arousal, my cock twitched.

  Using my palms, I continued to massage her long toned leg as I normally would. When that leg became like putty, I placed it down and repeated my moves on the opposite side. This time when I reached her pussy, I gently skimmed the smooth area with the tips of my fingers. I had a feeling I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of a client, especially Victoria. But her sharp intake of breath followed by a carnal moan told me I hadn’t misinterpreted her signals.

  The lavender aroma mixed with eucalyptus that permeated the air had become sexually intoxicating. I placed more oil on my hands as I rubbed her lower back, my thumbs ran over the slight dents on her waist and danced along the top of her ass.

  “Lower, Aiden.” Her voice had become deeper. Needier. I let my movements answer her plea as they pressed on her fantastic derrière. Each cheek tightened under my kneading fingers. Moving lower, another sexy moan came when my thumbs grazed each side of her pussy.

  Talking wasn’t something I did when I gave massages, it killed the mood, but it was necessary for this circumstance. “Tell me what you want, Victoria.” Even though I assumed, I needed to remove any doubt of what she asked for.

  “I need you... all of you. It’s been too long.” She skirted around the request, but when my hands stilled, she continued, “I’ll make it more than worth your while. I’m a rich woman, Aiden.”

  I thought about how much I could use an influx of cash. Even so, being paid for sex did make me pause for a bit. “Victoria, are you absolutely certain?”

  “I’m more than certain. Please.”

  Having her consent, I only then ran my index fingers between her legs spreading her lips and then pushing them together pinching her clit in the process.

  “Is this what you want?”

  “Yes. God, yes.” Her husky voice took all the guilt I should have felt and tossed it out the window.

  “Stay still.” I gritted out watching her squirm on the table. “Victoria.” Her name came as a command.

  “Sorry.” She stilled and I ran each index finger down and then pushed them inside of her. Between the lubricant on my fingers and her own juices, the slickness allowed me to add another one. I pumped my three fingers, two on my right and one on my left, in and out of her.

  Her inside wall tightened with every stroke. “Mmm, don’t stop,” she pleaded through labored breaths. A satisfied smirk spread hearing a groan of loss when I pulled my digits from her pussy. I turned and ran my hands to her shoulder blades and up her arms to lace our fingers together before shifting her hands to lay on the table beside her.

  “Roll over.” Another command prompted her to obey without hesitation and meet my gaze. Two pert nipples begged to be pinched, but I refrained instead crossing my arms to appraise her. Under my heated stare, she spread her legs just as I took a step closer. “What do you desire, Victoria?”

  I knew the answer but needed to hear it from her mouth.

  The lust and want in her eyes raked over my body. “Fuck me, Aiden. I need to feel you inside me, please. I want your cock in my hole... now.”

  Thankful the massage room was at the back of the resort away from everyone, I reached into my wallet in the back pocket of my uniform and grabbed a condom. Her pink tongue slicked over her lips. How she remained unsatisfied for so long boggled my mind. Her stare didn’t waver as I pulled my shirt sporting the spa’s logo off exposing my toned abs and chest. When I wasn’t at work, I ran on the beach and worked out at the resort’s gym. Many women have told me that I rivaled most male models, but that was all superficial, so really, who gave a fuck.

  I moved to the end of the table as she strained her neck to look at me. Tugging her ankles until her ass was at the edge, I lowered my linen drawstring pants and looked at her wet pussy. My tongue swiped across my lips eliciting yet another groan. Yeah. She would easily reach her climax. I stroked myself before putting on my condom relishing a squeal from her red glossed lips. I’d never been more thankful my oils were water-based, otherwise, a condom could have been useless.

  Desire and lust oozed off her. “I want it hard, fast, and dirty.” Her husky voice matched the flush on her face as she arched her back as soon as I thrust forward.

  Victoria’s manicured nails dug into the sides of my ass forcing my cock to slide deeper into her pussy. “That’s right sweetheart, grab on and let me fuck
you.” That was all she wanted and that was what I’d give her. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head as I rammed my hips forward.

  “Aiden, harder.” Desperation laced her demand as she squeezed her eyes closed. I wondered if her ex ever satisfied her.

  “Look at me,” I spoke through gritted teeth while pinning her to the table.

  Her hooded gaze didn’t waver. I released her hands and licked the pad of my thumb before bringing it to her clit. Lifting her left leg and putting it over my right shoulder, I pressed on her sensitive nub. My hips jerked forward as I picked up the pace, slamming into her, while I proceeded to rub out her first orgasm.

  “Oh my God!! Now, Aiden. Please.” She begged through a husky whisper... but I wasn’t done yet.

  Her inner walls clenched around me as her leg trembled on my shoulder. “Let me feel you come on my cock. Then, I want you to taste your cum.”

  She let out a squeal as she rode out a wave pleasure. Before she stilled, I pulled out of her, removed the condom, and tossed it aside. I quickly shoved two fingers inside of her before rubbing them on my stiff shaft. Her eyes tracked my movements as I walked to the side of the table. She rolled her face to the side putting her in the perfect position.

  “Open.” When those plump lips parted, I shoved my cum covered cock in. “Suck.” Her mouth worked my dick like a fucking pro. I gripped the back of her head threading my fingers in her hair. “Can you taste yourself? Are you sweet? One day, I might fuck all of your holes. Would you like that?” She did her best to nod never once wavering from the task at hand. “Good.”

  Not wanting to come in her mouth, I sheathed myself once again, flipped her over, hitching her hips so her ass faced me. Thrusting into her once more, it didn’t take long for her to reach her peak or me mine. We both needed to come and with a gentle smack on her left cheek, that was exactly what she did and I followed. Once out of her orgasmic high, I pulled out and she slowly sat up. Her tits were firm and enhanced just enough to bring any man’s cock back to attention.