Naughty Bits

By Remi Wild

I didn't come to Desire by Design to fall in love; I came to play.
Party girls don't waste time on romantic notions. We're hunting pleasure, excitement, and finding love is the last thing on our minds. No way am I shagging my host, who is basically a prostitute, when there's a paradise of hungry eyes wanting to explore mutual erotic fantasy. But, sometimes, the person you thought was the least desirable turns out to be the right kind of naughty you didn't know you needed.

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: Mar 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005542313

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Naughty Bits

A Desire by Design Erotic Romance

By Remi Wild

Copyright 2021 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 readers 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

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Other Titles by Remi Wild

Chapter One

Staring through the window, I rub my arms, willing them to warm. It’s snowing, again. This latest squall blusters out of control, visibility has diminished, and I’m feeling the chill deep in my bones. A frustrated sigh bursts from my lips and it leaves a frosty circle on the glass that blocks the view. This weather sets the ambiance for the jilted sobs filling the space around me. My bestie’s anguish lingers in the air, and my shivers increase.

I can’t believe it happened again, Claire wails. Turning from my place at the window, I meet her devastated gaze and it almost breaks me. I swear, Jess, I hold the record for most likely to get dumped. She half snorts, half laughs, choking on a sob as she snags another tissue from the coffee table. As light as she’s trying but failing to make it, she’s crushed. Again.

Her misery and the weather outside obliterate what was left of my patience. I’m done, fed up with the line of jerks who dump her like trash because she won’t jump into bed with them, and done with watching my bestie ugly cry until passing out. Her devastation is a knife to my heart.

We need wine, I say, moving towards her kitchen.

Yes, she gasps, keen on the idea of drowning her sorrows. There’s a bottle in the fridge.

As I pour the wine, I observe her feeble attempt to pull it together on the sofa. Her stunning hazel eyes are puffy, black with smeared mascara that’s also trailed down her cheeks, and her curly auburn hair is in dire need of a comb. Cosmetics are an easy fix, but it’s the sorrow in her features that masks her natural beauty. Pursing my lips, I silently curse that fucker Chad for hurting her. He’s lucky, I don’t have a clue where he lives.

Hauling ass back into the living room, I rush to pass Claire a much-needed glass of wine. She nabs it with both hands and cradles the glass as she chugs it. Knowing the poor woman needs something, I swap glasses with her, so she can start fresh. She doesn’t drink but holds the glass close for support, looking every bit destroyed.

This is not my Claire.

Yes, she’s a softy, nothing like me, but she’s got spunk and the only time I ever see her rattled is when some impatient shit dumps her because she wasn’t ready to hand her virginity over to just anyone. Still, she picks herself up and moves on to the next shit, hoping he’s the white knight worthy of her v-card. My girl is all about the romance, but the fairytale she’s searching for has so far eluded her.

Listen, girlfriend, I say, snuggling onto the sofa across from her. If Chad doesn’t see you for the babe you are, then fuck him. You’re better off.

Tell me truthfully. Am I a pooch? Am I annoying? She sniffs, her puffy eyes pleading with mine.

I drag the throw from the back of the sofa and drape it over us. Claire leans back on her end, so we’re facing each other. Now, you’re fishing. I grin, and she shrugs. There’s nothing wrong with you—it’s the guys you date that suck.

It’s not fair. You have sex whenever you want and have no problem getting it. She releases a frustrated sigh. I just want it over with already—I swear my virginity is nothing but a curse.

Girl, your virginity isn’t the problem. It’ll happen when it’s meant to. The difference between you and I is that you want more than sex, and I don’t want a damn thing more than sex. And I get laid when I want because I put it out there. Just sex, fun, and absolutely nothing serious. You know how I feel about relationships.

Yeah, but don’t you want more?

Like what? Love? Hard no, at least not yet. I like my independence. I do what and who I want when I want. It works for me, but it’s not for everyone.

Don’t you have a date tonight? she asks, concern scrunching her features. At least one of us should have sex.

I wave my hand dismissively. Not a date, just hanging with Jackson, and he can wait—it keeps things interesting.

See. That’s what I mean. You and Jackson, you guys seem to just get each other. Strictly hook ups. Nothing more.

Nodding, I gaze off into the space behind the sofa. If I’m honest, I’m about as bored with Jackson as I can possibly be. We’ve gotten to the point where we either stop shagging or start dating and the latter is most unappealing. Since Claire and I have been putting all our focus into opening our kennel while we work to support it, I haven’t had time or energy to look for anything else, but playtime with Jackson has become mundane. I need something new, exciting.

I’m lonely, Claire whispers as she stares into her wine glass.

Let’s get out of here—take a vacay, I nudge her with my feet, and she looks up. It’s fucking freezing, your feet are freezing. I’m sick of being bored and cold and my bestie desperately needs a pick-me-up. I nudge her again, my grin widens.

She sniffs, takes a sip of wine, and then says, Maybe we could do one of those all-inclusive places.

I perk up, leaning slightly towards her as I beam. "A beach, Mai Tais in hand, sun, warmth."

Sounds like Heaven, but I’ve got clients, and can you even take time off from the bar?

No way is she using her pet sitting business to weasel out of this, and the other girls will cover my shifts. Too late. We’re doing it. Your sister can cover for you, and I’ve got vacation days saved. This might be our last chance for a long time. Once we open the kennel, we’ll be swamped.

The sorrow on Claire’s face melts away as she considers. True…

"So, Mexico, Dominican? What would you like to do? You need some excitement. Let’s go somewhere awesome, have some laughs, be wild."

Her eyes narrow with suspicion. How wild? The apprehension in her tone highlights the divide between what each of us considers to be wild, and my kind of wild is above and beyond what Claire could even imagine.

Shrugging, I tilt my head and consider. Oh, I’d love to try a nude beach. What are you up for?

None of that kinky shit you’re into, but I’d be okay with a nude beach. I mean, it’s not like anyone will know us. Claire shrugs, takes a quick sip of wine, and then sighs. I’m too done. I don’t know if I have the brain power to plan a vacay, but I definitely need one.

I gotcha girl. So, all-inclusive, something awesome that we can both enjoy. My head swims with all the possible scenarios. I can’t wait to do this. I’m on it.

A lethal yawn escapes Claire. Perfect. Surprise me. She nabs her purse from the coffee table and then leans over and hands me her credit card.

No shits? I ask, worried this is the wine talking.

"Absolutely, zero shits. We need this. I need this—I can’t take one more minute of this frigid weather." She yawns again and snuggles back against the cushions.

Stoked, I squeal and clap as I lean in and nab her card. I barely just retrieve it when Claire nods off, snuggling her wine glass. My heart skips a beat, hurting for my bestie, so I’m looking forward to a getaway that helps her escape the heartache. Reaching out, I rescue her wine and place it on the coffee table for easy access and then tuck her in before showing myself out.

It’s past midnight when my door buzzer goes off. Looking up from my laptop, my eyes lock on the door, knowing full well who has the balls to buzz at this hour in the middle of a snow squall.

Jackson.

He usually texts first. A quick glance at my phone shows he did—twice. Odd. I was so engrossed in resort shopping that I didn’t even notice.

Sighing, I reluctantly extricate myself from the sofa and make my way to the door to buzz him up. I’m standing in the open doorway, hand on hip, when he makes his way down the hall.

We have boundaries for a reason, Jackson, I say. What if I was with someone?