Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(5)

My head falls back, and my mouth opens for him. Granger crushes the strawberry with his fingers and lets the juices flow all over my chin and neck. The next thing I feel is his tongue running along my neck, licking up all the juices. He squeezes again, and more liquid flows out, so he licks the other side of my neck while a moan falls from my lips.

Shit. I didn’t mean that to come out, and so I stiffen under his touch.

“Hey,” he says, placing a finger under my chin, bringing my attention back to him. “Do not feel ashamed of enjoying my tongue against your skin. I like hearing your appreciation … it gets me hard. Would you like to have a feel?” he asks.

Oh, that is not at all what I thought he was going to say. And yes, I do want to know how hard he feels.

Do it, Ivy. Reach out and see what he’s packing. He’s asking you to do it.

So, I do. My hand reaches out and rubs along his tight shorts. Okay, so he’s packing a third leg in there because as my hand traces the thickness, it continues down his thigh. What the hell am I meant to do with that?

“It will fit, I can assure you …” Granger whispers into my ear as if he can read my thoughts, “… and if not, my tongue is longer than most,” he explains, then proceeds to stick his tongue out for me to inspect, and he’s not wrong. His tongue is long and thick just like what he’s packing.

I wonder if it feels different?

Is it better?

He’s an expert, Ivy. Of course, it’s going to be better, normal tongue or not.

“We don’t have to do anything, or we can do everything. I am at your service, Miss Starr,” Granger explains as his eyes hungrily look over my body. My heart is thundering in my chest at the thought of, can I really do this? Can I have sex with this stranger? A very handsome one but a stranger nonetheless.

Camryn did say to pretend to be someone else while I was here. Maybe I should take her advice.

“Is this your first time at the club?” Granger asks, sensing my hesitancy.

“Yes,” I answer.

“Then come with me,” he says, grabbing my hand and walking me out to the deck and toward the plunge pool. He takes a seat on the edge of the pool, and I do the same beside him. We stare out at the turquoise ocean and sit in silence for a couple of moments, breathing in the salt air and listening to the seagulls squawking overhead.

“Each bungalow is designed in such a way that no one can see in, so they are completely private,” Granger explains as I look around to see if I can spot Liv on her deck, but I can’t actually see anything. Interesting. “This entire resort is built as a seven-star hotel. It could stand against the best hotels in the world and still come out on top. The added bonus of this resort is they can fulfill the guest’s other needs in a safe environment,” he states. “When the resort opens fully, guests can do as little or as much as they want while here.”

“Would people really come here and not use the facilities, though?” I ask him, intrigued by the entire concept.

“Maybe. I think most guests who are Paradise Club members are looking for something more. But just like normal clubs, not everyone is here to be with other people. There are a lot of couples who wish to be in a safe place and to have fun with their partner. Not everyone will want to use the hosts who are available to them,” Granger explains.

I hadn’t thought about it quite like that, that couples would use it as a weekend of fun and then move on with their lives. I assumed it was all debauchery, fun times, and sex, and I’m guessing most of the time it will be, but there might be some who just enjoy being together.

“Would you like to join me for a swim?” he asks.

“I don’t have my bathing suit,” I tell him.

“You can keep your underwear on … or not,” he says, giving me a smirk.

Oh, I see what he means now. I watch as Granger jumps back up and slowly takes off his polo shirt, exposing his tanned six-pack abs. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man so cut before. All I can think about is running my hands over his muscles and wondering what they feel like under my fingers.

Those sea-green eyes stay on me as his thumbs loop into the waist of his shorts, and he raises a brow, asking permission to take off his shorts. I nod because I do want to see more. With one quick move, his shorts are off, and he’s standing in front of me in just a pair of tight, white boxer shorts that leave nothing to the imagination, especially as I can see the tip of his dick pushing through the top of the band of his underwear. I subconsciously lick my lips hungrily as I stare at the man in front of me. My eyes explore every dip and plane of his incredible body.

“Miss Starr …” Granger’s deep voice pulls me from my lust-filled thoughts. “Would you like these to go too?” he asks as he holds the edges of his boxers.

This is it, Ivy, the moment of no return.

You either say yes or no.

“Yes,” the word is out before I have a chance to second-guess myself.

Granger looks down and smiles. “Good girl.” He growls as he flicks his underwear to the side and stands before me proudly with an enormous erect dick out in front of him.

Oh wow. That’s um … huge.

The next thing I know, Granger is jumping into the plunge pool and is splashing me, which makes me giggle. He emerges from the water like some water god with droplets running down every surface of his body, and I want to lick every single drop from his skin. Where the hell did that come from?