Finding Her Fantasy by Trista Ann Michaels Read Free Book Online

is Melinda,” she said.
    Melinda frowned slightly. She acted as if she’d heard her mentioned before.
    “Yes,” Erik replied. “She’ll be with us for a couple of weeks.”
    “Just a couple?” Maria asked with surprise, which made Melinda’s frown deepen.
    “For now,” Erik whispered as he pulled her into the opening and past Maria.
    Melinda’s questions were again temporarily forgotten as she studied the house. The
     open doors and windows made it much cooler inside and she turned in a circle to take
     in all the dark woodwork and traditional Caribbean furniture.
    “It’s beautiful,” she murmured.
    And it was. The only thing that rivaled the house was the view. Her gaze again landed
     on Maria as she watched her, a thoughtful expression in her eyes, her smile knowing,
     as though she had a secret she was dying to tell. Without a word Maria turned and
     headed toward the stairs.
    “How did she know who I was?” Melinda asked.
    “I told her we were going to get you,” Erik replied.
    Melinda’s mouth formed a silent Oh . Of course. She didn’t know why that hadn’t occurred to her.
    “Let’s get something to eat,” Jon murmured as he stepped behind Melinda and began
     to push her toward the stairs.
    His touch at her waist felt warm and left tingles of awareness on her flesh. She tried
     as best as she could to brush the sensations off, but she couldn’t. It was as though
     her body had a mind of its own.
    “Then we’ll take you on a tour of the house.” He tugged at her waist, forcing her
     to come to a stop. His breath was hot and sexy against her ear as he spoke. “Which
     will end in the bedroom. If I don’t decide to take you on the veranda instead. I’m
     still hard as a damn rock from watching you earlier.”
    Melinda shivered at his implication. He pushed her ahead again, and she swallowed
     nervously as her feet hit the first step. Just hearing him imply sex made her pussy
     feel wet. God, she was so damn easy.

Chapter 7
    At the top of the stairs, Melinda came to a dead stop and stared out at the beach
     and beautiful blue water just a few feet away. A sailboat floated a few yards off
     the coast, making for a breathtaking picturesque setting. Wow, if only she had a camera.
    “This is incredible,” she said as she stared in awe. “No wonder you stay down here
     most of the time.”
    “There you are,” a man said from his position by the grill.
    Melinda gasped as his dark brown eyes slid down her naked form. “Oh God.” She tried
     to shift behind Jon as he walked past her, but Jon grabbed her arm and moved her back
     in front of him.
    She tried to turn her back to the man at the grill, but again, Jon forced her back
     around.
    “You’re being silly,” he whispered. “Remember what I said.”
    “That doesn’t mean I want just anyone to see me naked,” she snarled.
    Erik stepped in front of her. With his finger under her chin, he tilted her face up
     and forced her gaze to meet his very serious, very intense blue eyes. “Here, you will
     do as you’re told.”
    “And if I don’t?” she asked. “If I demand something to cover up with?”
    “Is that what you’re doing?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she hissed.
    Erik gripped her elbow and tugged her with him to a wicker lounge at the far side
     of the veranda. He sat and pulled her down across his lap. Her stomach landed against
     his thighs and she huffed out a puff of air so harshly she actually grunted.
    “Damn you, Erik! You better not be about to do what I think you are!” she snapped.
    Erik’s palm landed across her bottom with a resounding slap. The sting made her gasp
     and tears burn the backs of her eyes.
    “You son of a—”
    His palm landed against her ass again, and this time she cried out. But despite the
     pain, to her mortified surprise, a tingling warmth began to spread throughout her
     lower body. Another slap landed across her ass cheek, and her womb actually tightened
     and the walls of her pussy