Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(15)

Granger’s fingers slide through my folds, and this time, they stay there. He expertly begins to massage, ever so often sliding over my clit. Laying on my front while he touches me is a different feeling to when I’m on my back. See I’m learning new things every day. He nudges my legs open a little further so he has more room to move. Then his fingers slip inside me—one, then two, and a sneaky thumb presses against my backdoor.

Oh. I was not expecting that.

My hands grip the table, scrunching up the towel beneath me as he finds all the nerve endings that make me feel like I’m floating. Then he slips in a third finger, and my ass raises from the table. The sound of my wetness echoes around me, and I know I should be embarrassed, but I don’t care in this moment because it feels so damn good.

Granger continues his magic until I’m unable to last any longer, and I cry out as he pushes me right over the edge, but he doesn’t stop and pushes and pushes until I feel a rush between my legs like I’ve wet myself, and instantly, I become embarrassed.

Shit, did I just wet myself? Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.

“Miss Starr, are you okay?” Granger asks with concern.

“Yeah, um, I think I just had an accident. Maybe you should go,” I mumble, feeling mortified as I roll over onto my side and curl up into a ball.

“Miss Starr, I made you squirt. You didn’t have an accident,” Granger explains as he touches my arm. Huh, what’s that? I turn my head to the side, and Granger crouches down and gives me a warm smile, even though tears begin to fall down my cheeks. Why am I crying? “Has no one ever made you squirt before?” he asks softly, and I shake my head. “Then they were fools. That’s why you’re crying?” he asks, gently wiping my tears away from my cheek. “It’s a sign of intense pleasure that you’re coming down from.”

“It is? I mean, it felt intense,” I mumble, but I am still embarrassed.

“Good, then I have done my job.” He gives me a bright smile. “Come, let me help you up and look after you. You need a cuddle, some food, and water,” he tells me.

“I do?” I ask weakly.

“You do,” he tells me while holding out his hand, then helping me up. Granger picks me up from the massage table and places me in the jacuzzi tub that sits off to the side of the plunge pool. The warm water feels amazing against my muscles. He then comes back with the platter of fruit and a couple of bottles of water before getting undressed and jumping in the jacuzzi with me. Then he pulls me onto his lap and begins feeding me slices of fruit as I lay against his hard chest, feeling exhausted.

“The men you have been with, Miss Starr, they didn’t deserve you. They should have been worshipping at your feet. I hope you know that,” Granger tells me. I cuddle tighter to the man’s chest, letting him make me feel safe and secure, which no man has ever done before for me.

Eventually, I’ve got my strength back. Granger joins me in my pool as we swim around looking at the multicolored fish swimming beneath us. It’s special and entertaining.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” I question Granger as we float in the water.

“Of course.”

“How long have you been working here?” I am curious as to how one becomes a staff member.

“At The Paradise Club for about five years. It affords me a lifestyle that I never dreamed about having. It’s setting me up for life,” he explains. “And the perks are very good,” he says as his finger taps my nose which makes me smile.

“You’ve probably seen everything then?”

“Yes. There isn’t much sexually I haven’t tried at least once. What I do like doing is helping someone open themselves up to their potential, especially women,” he explains. I wonder what that means? “For example, yourself, yesterday you were so scared. You hadn’t given yourself permission to explore what the island has to offer. This morning, though, you have grown, and I can see the wheels beginning to turn and your mind expanding, wondering what else is out there. That gets me hard,” he states, reaching out and pulling me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as we float in the pool.

“Someone has made you doubt yourself in your past.” I stiffen at his comment. “And I hate that someone as beautiful as you does not see your worth because of some asshole,” he tells me. Aw, that is so sweet. “So, please, consider me as your sexual therapist. You can ask me about anything at any time, no matter how embarrassing you think it is, and I will always answer you honestly. If you want to explore any of your fantasies while here, let me make them come true. You deserve the world, Miss Starr, and I want to help you get there.”

That is the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. I lean down to kiss Granger, and he lets me take control and set the pace. This kiss is heated but not sexual. It felt like he has given me permission to release my constraints.

“Are you going to be my sexual Yoda?” I joke with him.

“You come, I makey,” he jokes back.

“Fine. Well, then, in the sense of honesty, I met someone last night, brought him back to my room, and had my wicked way with him.”

“That a girl,” Granger states excitedly which makes me smile.

“I was worried that sleeping with two guys in one night is a little slutty and started to slut shame myself,” I confess to him.