Montego Bay (Moresome International, Book One) (Multiple Partner Romance) by Demi Alex

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Authors: Demi Alex
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straw to my lips. “I’m guessing the tipsiness of the earlier alcohol is no longer an issue.”
    “Thank you,” I replied, taking the tall glass from him and running my fingers up and down the cool curves. “You’re guessing right. Not tipsy in the least.”
    He didn’t respond, but the hand at my back went to the swell of my hip, and he pulled me closer to him. The sanctuary in his hold warmed my heart. He then settled our drink securely on the table, and slid is hand around to intertwine our fingers, effectively cocooning me in his arms. I took a deep breath and settled against him, safe and happy, knowing that nothing and no one could wipe the smile off my face at that moment.
    Unusually quiet, Luca sat beside me in a very content manner. His presence was pure possession, yet he did nothing more than keep me in our little bubble. When we’d finished the drink, the bartender didn’t come to me and ask in the flirtatious manner he had when I was with Al and G if he was doing it right for me. Rather he addressed Luca, in a way too polite and proper manner, if we’d like another drink. Luca didn’t press me for conversation, neither did he try to kiss me or make me dance or anything else. He just held me and let me breathe.
    Betrayal crawled over my conscience. I’d escaped to the resort to work out my warped feelings. I was in love with three men. Three men that were not only partners, but best friends. And sitting with Luca made me realize one thing. I wanted him, and I wanted Mark and Jake. I wanted them all. They all made me feel special and I couldn’t imagine giving any of them up. I was truly out of my mind!

 
    Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    “Why are you here, sweetheart?” Luca’s question sliced through the comfortable silence, while he turned his body and held me snug against his chest. Not only was the air heavy with the humid Jamaican heat, but his touch smoldered, oh Lord, his touch did smolder and spread over my skin like the melted wax of a three-wick candle.
    Desires I’d struggled to keep under control for years broke loose, and I needed to feel his touch to breathe. I looked up at the dark and exotic features of his handsome face and enjoyed the view, without bothering to conceal my appreciation. His eyes held a bright twinkle, which had him appearing carefree, but the determined line of his shadowed jaw spoke to the opposite. He was anything but carefree.
    “Why this resort?”
    I couldn’t resist, so I moved my hand and my fingers traced the day’s growth on that dark stubble line of concern. Like an addict getting a fix, I reveled in the luxury of the rugged smoothness beneath my fingertips.
    In the past, well actually up to that very moment, I’d made it my policy to minimize physical contact with my bosses. But thoughts of how Luca had always made it difficult to follow that policy bombarded my mind. He had no problem pulling me into a hug when he’d returned from a meeting, no problem dropping a kiss on my cheek before he strolled out the door, and once, right after he’d won a huge case, he’d kissed me full on the mouth. If Luca had pushed the issue, I’m not sure I would have been able to last as long as I had. He was irresistible by nature.
    Then possessive jealousy reared in my mind. Each time Luca walked into an event, women stopped their conversations and gawked at the tall and muscled man in a suit. And that was purely from his dark movie star good looks, before he said a single word and won them over with his easygoing charm.
    “Lora, why are you here?” he repeated.
    “I’m on vacation,” I replied, placing my fingers around the cool drink to keep them off of Luca. “Things, a couple of things, need to be sorted out. So I came here to do just that. Why are you here?”
    “You decided on this resort to sort things out?”
    “Yes,” I replied, concentrating on the condensation on the glass and attempting to forget the magnificent feel of his jaw and the

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