Irresistible Forces.pdf - Harlequin.com

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70 Irresistible Forces should have arrived on the island hours ago. Was she in the suite waiting for him? He knew a lot of their activities for the next seven days were prearranged, but then a lot of them weren’t. One thing the resort encouraged was couples spending a lot of private time together, preferably in their suite in bed procreating. He definitely didn’t have a problem with that. In fact he was looking forward to it. A few minutes later upon checking in, he was told his wife had arrived and was in their suite. He was given his own passkey and a bottle of their house champagne, which, he’d been informed, contained a special potent ingredient intended to boost their sexual drive. The clerk hadn’t batted an eye when she’d said it. After stepping onto the elevator that would take him up to the tenth floor, in no time at all it seemed, he had reached his floor and was walking down the long hallway toward his room. The bellman would be bringing up his bags later. When he stood in front of the suite’s door he swallowed hard, knowing what the week entailed. He had tried not to notice the couples he’d passed and just how openly amorous they were with each other. Another thing he noticed was that unlike a lot of resorts, there weren’t a lot of people out and about. Most were probably busy behind closed doors trying to accomplish what they had come here to do.

Brenda Jackson 71 He opened the door and stepped inside the exact moment Taylor was walking out of the bedroom area. Immediately their gazes locked. He was rendered momentarily speechless by how quickly blood shot from his head straight to his groin. His mouth suddenly felt dry and every muscle in his body— some more so than others—felt hard as a rock. She was wearing a light blue sundress with spaghetti straps that revealed just what beautiful shoulders she had. An ample amount of cleavage was showing, enough to make him appreciate the firm shape of her breasts, as well. Then there was her face and well-defined features. He decided at that moment that Taylor wasn’t just beautiful; she was what fantasies were made of. There was an inborn sensuality about her that had been hidden behind her business suits. The business suits represented her profession. The outfit she had on now showed her perfection, especially her curvy figure. “Dominic.” His name was spoken in a soft tone and he watched her hands come to rest at her sides. For some reason he’d always enjoyed looking at her hands whenever she met with him and flipped through papers she would have for him to sign. Her nails were always neat with a French manicure displaying a nonflashy look. The same extended to her fingers. Some women liked showing off their diamonds practically on every finger. But Taylor didn’t

Brenda Jackson<br />

71<br />

He opened the door and stepped inside the exact<br />

moment Taylor was walking out of the bedroom area.<br />

Immediately their gazes locked. He was rendered<br />

momentarily speechless by how quickly blood shot<br />

from his head straight to his groin. His mouth<br />

suddenly felt dry and every muscle in his body—<br />

some more so than others—felt hard as a rock.<br />

She was wearing a light blue sundress with spaghetti<br />

straps that revealed just what beautiful shoulders<br />

she had. An ample amount of cleavage was<br />

showing, enough to make him appreciate the firm<br />

shape of her breasts, as well. Then there was her<br />

face and well-defined features. He decided at that<br />

moment that Taylor wasn’t just beautiful; she was<br />

what fantasies were made of. There was an inborn<br />

sensuality about her that had been hidden behind<br />

her business suits. The business suits represented<br />

her profession. The outfit she had on now showed<br />

her perfection, especially her curvy figure.<br />

“Dominic.”<br />

His name was spoken in a soft tone and he<br />

watched her hands <strong>com</strong>e to rest at her sides. For<br />

some reason he’d always enjoyed looking at her<br />

hands whenever she met with him and flipped<br />

through papers she would have for him to sign. Her<br />

nails were always neat with a French manicure displaying<br />

a nonflashy look. The same extended to her<br />

fingers. Some women liked showing off their diamonds<br />

practically on every finger. But Taylor didn’t

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