Sexy Bits

By Remi Wild

At twenty-three, I’m still a virgin and an anomaly in a place like this. My innocence makes me vulnerable to all manner of pervs.
Mason is my host for the week, my protector. He’s basically a prostitute and the world’s biggest tease. He’s determined to give me an epic romance experience while refusing to give me the one thing I want, but In a place that caters to whatever the heart desires, anything is possible...

Desire by Design is a series of standalone novels about vacationers at a fictional hedonistic resort.
All stories are romances with happily ever afters that contain explicit sexual scenes and profanity. You've been warned.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ravenna Young
• Release date: Jun 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310071195

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Sexy Bits

A Desire by Design Romance

By Remi Wild

Copyright 2016 Remi Wild

Published at Smashwords by Ravenna Young

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This is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination and not based on any real person. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

This eBook contains adult content and is not suitable for people under the age of 18.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Other Titles by Remi Wild

Chapter One

This is ridiculous. You totally lied, Jess! I say to my best friend as she strips out her clothes. I’m pissed that she did this, that I’m expected to take my clothes off too. I’ve never been so close to punching her. Anger and anxiety collide, causing my hands to shake to the point that I can barely grip my sundress to pull it over my head.

It was your idea, Claire, Jess points out with a casual don’t-give-a-fuck shrug. I just made it awesome.

I gape at her, shaking my head, stunned by her audacity. How does agreeing to go on an island vacation equate to flying to Dominican to stay at an exclusive, nude, adult sex resort?

"You said you wanted to try a nude beach. I went with it—what can I say—just think of it as an adventure. Plus, it’s a secluded resort that caters to singles, so we’ll be safe. It really does bring new meaning to the term all-inclusive." She giggles like a kid at Christmas.

Truthfully, I did say I wanted to try a nude beach, that was totally my idea, but I expected to spend an afternoon or two on a nude beach. What I didn’t expect was my best friend booking a vacation at an adult sex resort that is all nudity, all the time. Basically, this place is a nudist and fetish resort, all in one.

I knew something wasn’t right when we were picked up from the airport by a mouthwatering, blonde, buff, surfer-type, limo driver, wearing nothing but a tight pair of denim cutoffs and flip flops. He wasn’t like any limo driver I had ever seen, so I knew something was up. I forced Jess to admit what she had done, to my complete dismay.

This is so far out of my comfort zone that I’m not sure I will return in one piece. I’m freaking out, to say the least, because I have never done anything this wild. Strutting around naked is terrifying, completely nuts, and something I would never do. Hell, I don’t even wander around my condo in the nude. The worst part is, I’ll probably be the only virgin here.

Gritting my teeth with irritation, I finally gain the strength to yank my dress over my head and then whip it through the air, aiming for but missing Jess. She giggles, but I’m not laughing.

What the hell was Jess thinking?

I should never have said I wanted to try a nude beach.

I should never have handed over my credit card in good faith.

We’ve been friends forever. I know what she’s like, so I guess the only one to blame is me. When will I learn to keep my big mouth shut? Now, here I am, a twenty-three-year-old virgin at a nude sex resort.

Awesome!

I don’t think being a virgin is a bad thing, but Jess treats it like a plague on my existence and is constantly trying to introduce me to situations or loser guys, hoping that I will finally give it up. It’s not like she’s trying to pimp me out. She’s well aware that I’m not hanging on to my v-card for any particular reason. I do intend to give it up—to the right guy. I’ve dated a lot, and I’ve come close, but something always happens to get in the way. Mostly, I learned to recognize when the guy wasn’t worthy, and I’m not giving my virginity to just anyone. Why should I?

I almost gave it up recently, but thankfully it didn’t happen because he turned out to be a lying douchebag who broke up with me via text for not putting out. You know, because we’d gone on three whole dates, and I was acting like a prude.

Asshole!

The asshole’s name is Chad, and I really liked him. I thought he would be different. We had a great time together, and the funny thing is, I considered sleeping with him. If he hadn’t been an impatient shit, he would have totally gotten the goods. At least I found out what a jerk he was before it was too late.

Jess is always there for me whenever some jerk messes with my heart. There have been too many jerks to count. My virginity is the ultimate prize, never mind that I may actually have feelings.

Who cares about integrity, anyway?

I do.

Apparently, that’s a problem.

This trip is Jess’s version of trying to help me forget my bruised ego. She’s got a heart of gold, but she’s crazy and reckless. I know she wants to cheer me up, but this, this is the worst idea she has ever had.

Truthfully, her go big or go home attitude has rubbed off on me, and I can honestly say I’m a lot more outgoing than I used to be. A best friend like Jess will do that for anyone.

Jess knows I have issues with self-esteem, not that she knows what that’s all about. I love her, but she has more confidence than a horny rooster in a hen house. Technically, this resort is her version of a hen house.

My bestie oozes charisma, and since she resembles a Brazilian goddess from Amazonia, she turns heads all the time. I’m more like her hippie shadow. No one ever notices me.

We can turn back, anytime, Jess says as if I’m dumb enough to believe that lie. Her expression is flat, serious, but I can tell she’s struggling to hold it. She’s near bursting with anticipation. I’m not sure what level of kink we are about to walk in on, but the images flashing through my mind whether realistic or not are enough to toss my stomach. I kinda wish lightning would slice through the roof and strike me dead.

I don’t have a choice in this. We maxed our credit cards for this vacation. We’re stuck here for the whole week. Correction, I’m stuck here. Jess is in Heaven. Shaking my head, I swallow the giant nervous lump in my throat.

I can’t believe we have to be naked the whole time. I’m not sure if I can go through with this, I say, scanning the impeccably sterile change room as if searching out an escape.

There is no escape.

Accepting my shitty fate, I sigh, skimming the sign beside the door for the fifteenth time.

Welcome to Desire by Design:

No clothing, cellular phones, laptops, tablets, or cameras allowed beyond this point.

Items in locker are left at owner’s risk.

You’ll be fine, Jess says, beaming and no longer trying to contain her excitement. This is our last vacation for a long time. It’s the perfect place for you to forget about that prick, Chad.

I’m too stressed about strutting around naked to even think about Chad. He’s dead to me. Sighing with resolve, I look back at Jess, No judgement?

No judgement, Jess agrees, posing fully nude and proud as peacock. Her confidence is hard to take, and I feel like an imp beside her.

I can do this, I think.

Knowing I brought the perfect person on this vacation should console me. Jess is in her element, but I’m pretty sure I’m about to walk through the Gates of Hell.

No one’s going to notice me anyway. Jess’s stunning, five-foot-ten-inch, curvy yet toned figure, big breasts, and waist-length black hair promise to steal the show, garnering her a great deal of attention. People would far rather stare at her than me. I’d rather stare at her than me.

Okay, so I’m not a lesbian, and I’m not a dog either, but I am definitely not bombshell material. I’d settle for cute as a compliment any day. I’m ordinary in comparison to Jess. My unruly curly auburn hair hangs long enough that the locks will just cover my barely-b-cup breasts if pulled over my shoulders. Unfortunately, everything else will be exposed.

Cringing, I remove my bra and underwear, while still wearing my boots. I love these boots. Sexy, brown, leather, three-quarter-length, three-inch heels, that don’t make my feet scream for mercy. Who wouldn’t love them? I’m not leaving them behind.

As if reading my mind, Jess laughs and says, Boots too. Do you really want to be the nude chick marching around a tropical resort wearing boots?

Every porno I’d ever watched, plays through my mind. Okay, so I’ve never actually watched a porno, but most of the actresses’ wear heels of some kind, right? Jess is wearing a sexy, red, patent, strappy sandal, so why can’t I wear my boots? I leave them on, defiantly raising my chin in the air.

I’m not taking them off. They make me feel sexy. I think it will help with my nerves. Plus, I have flip flops and sandals in my bag, I say, sheepishly looking away.

You’re on an island resort in tropical heat. Your feet will sweat buckets in those things. Honestly, I don’t know why you would have even brought them. You’re definitely not going to need them. Jess has a point, but I remain unmoved.

If people are staring at my boots, then they’re not staring at my naked ass.

Whatever. I love these boots! Besides, I don’t actually care what anyone thinks, I lie. I totally care, and Jess knows it.

Scanning my profile in the mirror, I hope I’ve applied enough makeup to draw eyes to my face instead of other places, without looking like a