Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(14)

I grab the tablet off the bedside table and scroll through the orders, and there it is in black and white.

Special wake-up call.

Love CS.





I’m going to kill my sister when I see her next. Why the hell would she go and scare me like that?

“Seems like my sister ordered it for me,” I tell Granger.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea you didn’t order it. I thought after yesterday, you wanted more. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, giving me a small smile.

Of course, he would, it’s also his job. It wasn’t the worst way to wake up.

Oral sex wake-up calls.

Who knew that was even a thing.

But I guess if Granger wants to wake me up with that expert tongue of his, then who am I to say no to him using it on me. None of this is his fault, and I shouldn’t blame him.

“Give me a minute, I’m trying to get my heart rate down,” I tell him as my heart thunders in my chest from the fright. My dreams last night were all very sexual and consisted of me exploring the resort, and all the things it has to offer, especially with Alex and Granger.

Dream me decided to throw caution to the wind and embrace everything. I remember thinking if only Steve could see me now. Mentally, I remember flipping him off while I ended up in an orgy. It felt a lot like karma to me.

Then waking up to a man’s tongue between my thighs and not hating it might be a sign that I need to give in to everything this place has to offer. This could all be incredibly cathartic, and I might be able to heal these deep wounds Steve has left inside of me.

“Maybe you need a massage instead, help you relax after that fright,” Granger states.

Oh, that sounds wonderful.

“Yes, please,” I tell him as my eyes light up. I’ve been needing a massage for months now, but I’ve been way too busy to schedule time for one. However, this morning sounds perfect.

“Great, where would you like me to set up? Outside on the deck or in the living room?” he asks.

“Oh, outside in the sunshine, please,” I reply. “I’m just going to freshen up, and I’ll be out in a sec.”

Granger nods and busies himself while I jump out of bed and dash to the bathroom.

After freshening myself up a bit, I grab the silk robe from my bathroom and wrap it around me to wear outside. Granger has set up a professional massage table on the deck in the sunshine, and beside that, he’s set up a platter of fresh fruits, juice, and water for me.

Now, this is the life. I pop a strawberry into my mouth and instantly my mind flicks back to yesterday and how hot Granger made strawberries. I don’t think I will ever look at them the same way. As I’m a little parched, I grab a glass of water and take a couple of sips.

“As with everything on the island, we have sexual and non-sexual options, which means I can give you a standard massage with nothing more, or I can finish with a happy ending,” Granger explains to me.

A happy-ending massage. I’ve heard of them before but never, ever thought they were for women.

“Happy ending seems a nice way to finish,” I say, biting my lip. Can’t believe I’m agreeing to these things. Stop thinking, Ivy. Maybe I really do need this massage to relax the hell out of me.

“Great, now if you wouldn’t mind getting out of that robe and lying face down, I’ll begin,” Granger states with a smirk.

I suck in a deep breath and let the silky material fall to the floor. Then I step up to the massage table, lay down, and place my face in the special hole. I smell lavender and some other essential oils that Granger is mixing for me. Then he drips a long line of oil down my spine before his hands start massaging. Oh my gosh, this is exactly what I need. Strong fingers dig into the soft tissue and work their magic.

With the moans and groans falling from my lips, anyone would think Granger’s doing more than massaging me. His hands, like his tongue, are magical. He works over my body for an insane amount of time, and I must doze off for a moment because I’m woken by the sweep of fingers across my folds.

Right! Now I’m awake.

Granger works over my legs and every time he comes back to the top of my thigh, his finger ever so gently slides through me before continuing further on his path. He’s teasing me, and I like it. My entire body feels like pliable Play-Doh, and honestly, I do not care what he does right now. He could ask all his friends to have a go, and I wouldn’t care as long as they kept massaging me. I’d be all for it.

Is that a possibility? Asking Granger to bring friends? It’s his job, and you are not dating him. I’ve never had a threesome or an orgy. What about Alex? What about him? You had fun with him. He was a great lay. He seems like a nice guy. His mum is a fan.

We’re on a sex island. I don’t think Alex is looking for his happily ever after. Why would he when his brother owns fantasy island?

Maybe this island is changing me.

Normally, I would care what a man thinks. I would never talk to another guy if I was already talking to one. I’ve never been a serial dater. Maybe that’s my problem? I haven’t ever explored my options and don’t know what I want.

Well, what do you want? I’m not sure.

I still don’t think I’m ready for a relationship. I’ve not healed where that’s concerned, but what I do know is, I don’t want to go back to my sexless, hobbit of a life—that’s one thing this island has shown me. I need more work and sex life balance. Maybe one day when I’ve healed a little more, probably after some intense therapy that I need to deal with the scars that are left, I might be willing to open myself up again.