Private Pleasure

By Cathryn Fox

Welcome to the “O Spa,” an exclusive island resort where legend has it a magical elixir can turn your wildest fantasies into a delicious reality...

Danielle, Lauren, and Abby have come to this secluded island paradise for a fling, not realizing the spa has a rehabilitation center for injured soldiers—or that their boldest desires are about to be realized...

Book 1, Seaside Seduction: Interior designer Danielle Carrigan has never told anyone about her desire to be dominated in the bedroom. But after a seaside seduction with gorgeous weapons’ expert Ethan Sharpe, something tells her that the hardcore military man will be happy to satisfy her yearning...

Book 2, Deep Desires: Used to men fixating on her killer body, Lauren Sampson is thrilled that the stud she encounters by the pleasure pool—who’s been visually impaired by an injury—is more interested in what’s beneath the surface. But while Captain Ryan Thomas’s erotic touch fulfills her deep desires, will he also indulge her heart’s desire?

Book 3, Private Pleasure: Abby Benton is about to be engaged, but when she is rescued by sniper Cody Lannon and he takes her to the sunset sauna for a little private pleasure, she finds herself tempted by the intensity of his passion. Can the handsome lieutenant teach her about the fiery nature of true love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cathryn Fox
• Release date: Aug 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781928056256

Cathryn Fox

I've been reading romance novels for as long as I can remember. I just never thought I'd be writing them. In fact, I graduated from university with a business degree and started working in the Finance Department of Environment Canada...shiver. A few years into my career, my hubby, who's a meteorologist, got posted up north, population 800. I quit my job and went with him. At first all the spare time was great, then I got bored so I started to read. Day and night. When I ran out of books to read I decided to try writing one. After all, how hard could it be. Ha!! Well, you guessed it. It was hard! Many years later I discovered Romance Writers of America and have learned a great deal since joining my local chapter. My journey to publication hasn't been smooth sailing, but with the support and guidance from the wonderful writers at RWAC, it's been a lot easier. And a lot more fun! I'm very fortunate to have a husband and two children who have been supportive in every possible way. On those frustrating days when I'm banging my head against my desk I look up to see a heart shaped sticky note on my computer that says I love you because you naver give up.

Book preview

1

O h . My. God, Abby whispered under her breath as lust prowled a lazy path through her body.

Panting from excitement, Abby dropped the spicy novel that had been singeing her fingertips—among other body parts—and glanced around the beach cove just outside her cabana. Not that she expected to see or hear anyone in her private nook, but still…

With her heart beating wildly, she jumped from her chaise lounge, and began pacing. Needing something, anything to get her mind off her libido, as well as the erotic scene that she’d just read, she concentrated on the hot sand between her toes.

But she’d rather have a hot man between her legs…

Holy hell, she’d never read about exhibitionism and voyeurism before and had to admit, it damn well excited her. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead and worked to regulate her breathing. Her throbbing pussy continued to clamor for a long rigid cock, despite her desperate battle to focus her attention elsewhere. Goddamn, she was so riled up, she was ready to take matters into her own hands.

In an effort to take her mind off her needs, she stalked back to her lounge chair and grabbed her binoculars. After adjusting the black strap around her neck, she scanned the horizon.

Oh, hell… Abby murmured to herself as the binoculars slipped from her fingers. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t get away from it.

Sex, sex and more sex.

Were the gods testing her, trying her last nerve? If so, they were winning.

Curiosity and need getting the better of her, she sank back down on her chair, readjusted her binoculars and stole another peek at the guy licking his girlfriend’s pussy on the bow of their boat. Goddamn, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

As her sex throbbed for that kind of attention, her palms itched, aching to take the edge off, using any means possible, even if it meant taking matters into her own hands…and fingers.

Abby let her gaze surf over the cove. Flanked by tall, lush mountains, the Pacific water lapped against the sandy shore a few feet away from her chair. All was quiet and private, just as Mr. Malik had promised. This beach area was hers and hers alone. A secluded spot to sunbathe, read, swim or even delve into a little masturbation if she wanted to.

She was pretty damn sure she wanted to.

She might be a good girl with a mapped-out future, but that certainly didn’t mean she didn’t have needs. Needs that had been neglected for far too long.

Unable to fight the inevitable any longer, she ran her hands over her breasts, taking the time to tease her engorged nipples before moving lower to her new bikini bottoms. Pulling on the small yellow band, she slipped her fingers inside and brushed the pad of her thumb over her wet pussy.

Mmm, she moaned under her breath as desire resonated through her. No longer able to ignore her cravings, she spasmed with need, realizing it had been far too long since she’d taken personal care of her desires. Far too long, indeed.

Warmth spread over her skin as raw desire seared her insides. Heck, she’d had no idea that she had such voyeuristic tendencies until she’d read that spicy novel and caught that couple having sex.

Returning her focus to her swollen clit, she caressed it lightly, stoking the fire inside her as the sun beat down on her libidinous body. Oh, damn… she murmured. The scent of her arousal impregnated the air and mingled with the provocative aroma of sand and surf. The combination raised her passion to new heights.

Abby rolled her tongue around her suddenly dry mouth, her thoughts taking her in a tantalizing direction. Completely caught up in pleasuring herself, she lifted her hips from the chaise to push two long fingers inside her hot sex. She pumped in and out as her palm applied the perfect amount of pressure to her engorged clit. She sucked in a tight breath. Her sex muscles began clenching around her fingers, her blood began boiling with the approach of an impending orgasm. Quaking, she bit down on her bottom lip and moaned without censor as she drew out her release.

As her orgasm approached, air rushed from her lungs in a loud whoosh. Her muscles clenched so hard she thought she would black out from pleasure. A shiver wracked her body. Instinctively, she clamped her legs together and squeezed as she tumbled into climax.

She worked her fingers over her clit faster, riding out every delicious ripple, prolonging the ecstasy for as long as she could.

When the last orgasmic pulse subsided, she dropped her hands to her sides and collapsed in a flushed heap. After a few moments, she blinked her eyes back into focus and gave a needy sigh. She still didn’t feel completely satisfied. Her fingers had managed to get the job done, but she had to be honest with herself and admit that they paled in comparison to the real thing.

Remembering where she was, Abby shook the fog from her lust-filled brain and looked out over the glistening water. She decided to take a quick swim before she went on her island exploration. Since Lauren had already ventured off earlier, hoping for another wild Tarzan encounter in the jungle, and Danielle was making the most of her vacation with her sea god, Abby would set out alone. Not that she minded. She was happy that her friends had found what they were looking for—what they secretly desired—while on vacation.

She, on the other hand, already had everything she desired. Since the magic elixir was wasted on her, she spent her time in paradise relaxing, enjoying the spa treatments, reading and thinking about her upcoming engagement to hardworking stock broker Artie Drummond.

Don’t you want your nights filled with passion?

Lauren’s question kept coming back to haunt her. Honestly, Abby had never slipped between the sheets with a passionate man. She could only dream about sex with a man who wasn’t afraid to unleash himself on her, show his emotions, let his needs and hunger rule him during lovemaking and give himself over to his primal desires. Completely. Thoroughly.

Unapologetically.

Her whole body shook just thinking about it. Surely guys like that existed only in her romance novels. Because she’d yet to stumble across such a man.

Pushing those thoughts to the far recesses of her mind, she climbed from her chair and took a dip in the water. Off in the distance she noticed a band of dark clouds. Could a storm be moving in? She hoped it held off until after her island exploration and her late afternoon snorkeling lesson, which, she had to admit, she was really looking forward to.

Once she was sufficiently cooled, she gathered her belongings and glanced around. She suddenly felt like she was being watched. Strangely enough, a small thrill raced down her spine at the sensation.

Jeez, she really was a wild woman at heart. Either that or