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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  About the Author

  Discover the rest of the Bandicoot Cove series… Tropical Sin

  Paradise Found

  Island Idyll

  Sunlit Surrender

  Sunset Heat

  Moonlight Mirage

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  Excerpt from Island Idyll by Jess Dee

  Paradise Found

  Bandicoot Cove Series: a Novella

  Vivian Arend

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2011 by Arend Publishing, Inc. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  Cover art from Kimberly Killion Designs

  eBook ISBN 9781640630475

  paperback ISBN 9781546400172

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  First Edition August 2011

  Second Edition June 2017

  Chapter One

  You Are Personally and Cordially Invited to Attend the Soft Opening of Australia’s Newest FIVE-STAR Luxury Resort

  BANDICOOT COVE on Bilby Island.

  Bring a plus one if you desire.

  All expenses and needs will be catered for as we test our customer services in preparation for the

  Grand Opening.

  (Hey, brat.

  I’m assigning you one of the penthouse suites since you said you needed room for three. What the hell are you up to? You so owe me.

  Love, Kylie)

  Trent dropped the engraved invitation back into his shirt pocket and dug out the access code he’d been given for the computerized keypad. The door eased opened as he pressed on it with one shoulder, glancing around at the high-class suite he’d been given to “check for bugs”.

  He was less interested in finding holes in his sister’s service department and more concerned about this being an extended weekend to remember. He needed the setting to be perfect, or Paige would tie his balls in a knot and kick his arse into the drink when she discovered what he and Mason had done.

  Vast open space met his gaze, and his first impression of the enormous penthouse suite brought a string of admiring swear words to his lips. He’d never seen a hotel room this size, and he’d barely stepped into the living room. Leather and chrome were everywhere, with thick, cushiony carpeting underfoot. Three luxurious couches were grouped around an enormous coffee table. The entire corner of the room was floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the bright Queensland sunshine and revealed the sparkling waters of the Pacific Ocean.

  A perfect place to create some memories, and hopefully do a little convincing.

  One final pivot returned him to his starting point. He slung his bag to the floor and strode into the kitchen, passing a huge basket of fruit in a crystal bowl set on the high counter. There were chocolates as well, and a quick peek in the fridge revealed a bottle of champagne nestled beside a wide assortment of cheeses and other goodies. He grabbed the card off the bottle.

  Thanks for being there and supporting me along the way, little bro. You’re the best.

  Kylie

  Trent nabbed an apple from the bowl, polished it on his shirt and took a bite of the crisp fruit as he stepped to stare out the windows. A tiny piece of paradise—that’s where he was. Thanks to his sister’s plum role as manager, he and his best mate, Mason, were in for three full days of rest and relaxation, followed shortly by the trip of a lifetime.

  As long as Paige went along with their master plan. She’d always been adaptable before. Of course, this was a little more involved than arranging to get together for a surf-and-sex holiday.

  A soft noise disturbed him, and he swung toward the hallway that extended into the back half of the penthouse. An enormous king-plus bed lay behind the first door, plump pillows littering its surface. Luxurious fixtures were everywhere, and through an open door on the far side of the room, a gilded mirror reflected a massive tub. Sunlight streamed in to paint everything with shimmering gold, and once more he was reminded exactly how out of place he was in these surroundings. Of course, he wasn’t going to argue with getting to show Paige a good time, but the modest apartment he shared with Mason in Newcastle was more his style. Or the sturdy yacht they’d just bought. This?

  Unreal.

  The intriguing noises continued, so he stalked deeper into the suite, catching sight of movement behind a slightly ajar door.

  Holy fucking moly.

  There was a maid still cleaning the room, but he’d always assumed those get-ups were only found in skanky magazines and porn flicks. Black net stockings covered her shapely legs, secured with garter belts that disappeared under the black frill of a skirt circling her flared hips. Strangely familiar hips that twitched back and forth as she strutted around the edge of the room, flickering a feather duster along the picture frames and side table.

  The feather duster wasn’t nearly as intriguing as the five-inch heels gracing her long legs. And when she walked, her ass wiggled from side to side in time with the lusty song she sang. Dirty words, nicely in tune with the thoughts running through his brain. Oh, she could take it off if she wanted to. He’d have no complaints.

  Bloody brilliant woman.

  He pushed the door open and stepped into the entranceway. Paige twirled and straightened with a gasp, her long black braids flying as one hand snapped up to cover her mouth like some old-fashioned modest heroine. The laughter and smoldering heat in her eyes said there was nothing modest about what she wanted.

  Trent drew in a deep breath through his nose, picking up a trace of her perfume. Sweet, yet spicy. He reached over and tugged her ear buds free, the music spilling loose, loud enough to echo off the walls. She licked her lips, then removed the iPod tucked in her waistband and tossed it on the side table.

  When she took a deep breath, his cock filled to the point of pain, crowded tight against the front of his boardies. He’d gotten aroused when he spotted the fishnets—any man would. But knowing who was flirting with him, hell, she could arouse him in a freezing rainstorm with only one of her smiles.

  And Paige wasn’t just smiling. She had wiggled closer, the scoop of her cleavage propped above the edge of her frilly white blouse. Tucked in at the waist, the damn thing emphasized the difference in size between her trim waist and firm tits. God, she had gorgeous tits.

  “Bonjour, monsieur. I’m sorry, I wasn’t quick enough getting things tidied in here. Un moment.”

  He reached for her, but she’d already spun out of his grasp. Hmm, it seemed she wanted to play. Paige peeked over her shoulder as she approached the bed. Her duster fell unminded to the floor as she leaned way over to adjust the pillows and straighten the cover. />
  Her skirt rode up to reveal two smooth ass cheeks and a glimpse of a bare mound, and Trent lost it. He tore across the room and covered her with his body. One hand locked her in place, fingers gripping her breast. The other landed on her upper thigh, sneaking under her excuse for a skirt to yank her ass hard against his groin.

  “I need you to do a few more things before you leave, if you don’t mind.”

  Paige purred as she undulated against him. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say.”

  …

  Waiting for her guys to arrive while wearing nothing but the tiny scraps of fabric in her costume had taken every ounce of courage Paige had, and she’d never considered herself a chicken. Normally the hours before a getaway she was nothing but a quivering mass of anticipation, but this trip was different. The self-imposed deadline on her Australian adventure was rapidly approaching—there were only a few days remaining before she headed home to Canada.

  This would be her final chance for fun and frolics with Trent and Mason, and she was going to pull out all the stops, including fulfilling every fantasy she’d ever heard them mention.

  Trent’s lips touched her neck, unerringly hitting the sensitive spot that caused shivers to race over her skin. He traced tiny circles with his tongue—maddening circles matched by his fingers on the inside of her thigh. She was already wet from imagining being with them. Knowing that the maid outfit was going to get Trent’s interest—hell, she’d had to hold back from bringing herself to her first orgasm while she waited for him to arrive.

  His voice was a lust-filled rumble. “I didn’t know this room came supplied with naughty French maids.”

  “Oui, monsieur. As naughty as you’d like. Oh—”

  Trent slipped a finger over her clit and rubbed just as a sharp nip struck her neck. Paige arched, torn between grinding her ass on his cock, pulsing her hips harder against his fingers, or turning and giving him access to her breasts.

  He stole her decision and slid his fingers into her sheath, heel of his hand pressed hard to her mound. The movement ground her against his groin, and he thrust his hips rhythmically, teasing her with what she had to look forward to. Across the room a wall of mirrors reflected their image, and she smiled in admiration. Trent shone like an ancient sun god. His hair, bleached white from hours spent working outdoors and in the water, contrasted sharply against her black wig. His enormous biceps flexed as his forearm moved over her, bringing unspeakable pleasure bubbling to the surface. The sharp line of his jaw, the flash in his green eyes—God, if only she had a picture of what his eyes looked like as he made love to her.

  “As naughty as I want?” he rumbled in her ear. “How about your tits hanging out of that top so I can watch them bounce?”

  She shivered with delight. “Of course.”

  He tugged the elastic at the front of her gypsy blouse and she spilled free, her bra-less breasts escaping the fabric. The warm air of the room caressed her skin for a split second before his free hand covered her again, his groan of approval as he massaged her needy flesh adding to the tension spiking upward. He increased the pace, his fingers spreading her wide, each motion hotter and harder than the last. When he crushed his palm against the apex of her sex, the first wave of pleasure broke, her sheath squeezing hard and sending a lovely dose of endorphins to flood her system.

  She went to straighten, expecting him to release her for long enough that she could turn to face him, when she suddenly found herself flat on her back, the mattress bouncing from the weight of him tossing her.

  “Whoa, cowboy, let’s not get too carried away.”

  “Open your legs.” He growled the order as he yanked off his shirt and discarded it on the floor. She watched in fascination as he unsnapped his button, unzipping and freeing his erection.

  God, he was freaking gorgeous. Never mind his clean-cut features, his drool-worthy body, she wasn’t ashamed to admit she had it real bad for his cock. Long and hard, and all for her.

  She was so going to miss this.

  But until she actually had to say good-bye, Paige intended on enjoying every damn second she could. She grinned and drew her legs wide apart. Knees lifted, insanely high heels balanced on the edge of the mattress. She was completely open and bare, and his gaze devoured her.

  “Touch yourself.”

  Paige instantly covered her breasts.

  He rumbled with laughter. “That’s not what I meant.”

  She dropped a hand and touched her sex. The smooth surface of her mound felt so good under her fingers—the time it had taken to do herself up completely clean was worth it. And from the look in Trent’s eyes as he stared at her hand, he thought so as well.

  With one hand she spread her labia, with the other, she dipped into her wetness. She shuddered as her forefinger skimmed her clit. The tiny nub was hard and hot, wanting more even after the first explosive climax at Trent’s hand.

  “That’s right, love. Show me how you like it.”

  Paige glanced at him flirtatiously, gasping in a little snatch of air as she became aware of what he was doing. Stroking his cock, firm strokes from root to tip as he stared fixated between her legs.

  He’d already slipped on a condom, and she hummed in approval.

  “How I like it is for you to bring that thing over here and use it properly.”

  “Eager for my cock, are you? Aren’t you supposed to be getting this room ready?”

  She eased her knees farther apart and stroked again, letting a little gasp escape, moaning with pleasure. “Ready. Oh so ready.”

  Trent dropped to the floor and fastened his hands on her ankles. “Let’s make sure of that.”

  His touch thrilled her, familiar yet exciting, as he smoothed his palms up her stockings. Stroked his way along her thighs, teasing with the promise of more. Making her wait even though he knew exactly how much she wanted him.

  They’d been together for over a year. Never longer than a week at a time, but whenever and wherever they could arrange a meeting. From the first almost magical connection, it had been sensual and exciting, and absolutely mind-blowing. She still found it dreamlike—to be involved with not just one, but two guys as hot and vigorous, and willing to give it their all as Trent and Mason. But the affair, as idyllic as it had been, had to end sooner or later.

  Damn it, anyway.

  “You’re drifting, love. Turn those big brown eyes back on me.”

  Paige eagerly met his gaze as he dipped lower and took a long slow breath. Another rush of desire hit her as his teasing drove her crazy. “Do it already.”

  Trent raised a brow. “So impatient. You mean this?” He leaned forward and blew across her clit and she wiggled. Bastard.

  “More.”

  He tongued her, lapping her slit, rasping against her clit. She let her head collapse back on the mattress to enjoy the ride.

  Trent fucked her with his tongue, brought his fingers into play. Again and again he brought her to the edge of a climax before easing off. Her body shook with the need for release, and when he suddenly rose and stabbed his cock at her core, she shouted with approval.

  She should have saved the oxygen, because his next thrust split her in two on his hard length, and the final bits of air in her lungs fled. A rapid buzz sounded in her ears until she remembered to drag in a breath.

  “Fuck me, that feels good.”

  “I will, and it does.” Trent dragged his hips back, the flared head of his cock rubbing her passage so smoothly and wonderfully she couldn’t imagine how it could get any better. Until he leaned over her and kissed her, lips soft and tender. Such a contrast to his aggressive plunges into her core. Bringing her higher and higher until she would have sworn the sun shining in the windows wasn’t the source of light, but their own bodies glowing, she was so hot.

  Paige tangled her fingers in his hair, stroked her tongue alongsid
e his, rocking her hips in an attempt take him farther in. If she arched her back just right, the hair on his chest tugged lightly on her nipples on each pass. Erotic, whisper-soft. Trent picked up the pace slightly, his kisses raining down on her neck, her ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth and she dug her nails into his back.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.

  She managed to obey without stabbing him with one of the deadly spikes on her feet. Her knees hugged his waist, ankles crossed against his lower back. The change in position made his cock drive in deeper.

  “Oh yes, do it. Harder. Fuck me.”

  Trent grunted his approval of her command and drove her back into the mattress. The frilly skirt bobbed around her waist, her breasts bouncing as he braced his hands on either side of her head and pounded in like a madman.

  “Yes, yes, yes…”

  There was nothing left to say. Only sensation to experience as her body flew. Pulses of pleasure radiated out, her passage clenching around him. His breath rang quick and sharp in her ear, the scent of sex rising on the air. It was always like this. Passionate and wild. No regrets, no holds barred. Another series of waves set off in her core as he continued to ravage her. Paige cupped her breasts, squeezing and molding the tips upward. Trent dipped his head and caught a nipple with his teeth, pulsing his lips around the peak and starting a new series of tremors. He froze, body shaking, gasping for air.

  “Not…yet.” He closed his eyes and grimaced, every muscle in his torso locked tight, bulging in full flexion.

  “Trent?”

  He took a breath, then another, then sighed. “Fuck, almost too soon.”

  He pulled out and she felt the loss keenly. His hand smacked against her butt.

  “Roll over.”

  Hmm, they weren’t done. Paige leaned on one elbow and eyed his cock, just to make sure. Yup, still at full strength. The condom glistened with her juices. She glanced at his face and caught his grin before he forced a fierce expression. “On your belly, woman.”

  “Not hands and knees?”

  He shoved her, gently enough her fall to the mattress remained controlled but hard enough she had no choice but to go. God, she loved it when he did that. Trent crawled between her legs and nudged her thighs apart with his knees. The air from the conditioning unit kicked on and a waft of cold air brushed her naked sex, wet as it was with moisture, and she shivered.